American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Looking at the recovered Superman, Naegi was not surprised, but just secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If he really had to fight Simon Hurt, his equipment would not be suitable. He didn't even have his N metal cloak.

This was really a miscalculation, it's all the clown's fault.

Miaomu immediately found the target. If this guy hadn't done so many evil things, he should have made more preparations.

Who would dare to believe the memory of a madman? Miaomu thought about it and even now, he didn't dare to believe everything the clown said.

Because apart from being crazy, the Joker has a very good brain, and when he is serious, he can even fool Batman.

Miao Mu never fantasized that he could take risks by relying on his intelligence. He only knew the negative example of playing with fire and getting burned.

Superman's full force was just a normal left and right punch, which almost broke Simon Hurt's body.

Perhaps many people don’t know that Superman has been a good boy since he was young. When others were four or five years old, they played with toy cars.

When Superman was four or five years old, he played with his family's crawler tractor, the kind that you pushed all over the ground. Compared to the king of land warfare, the tank, his tractor was only a little lighter.

When other people fight and quarrel, they will at most go to the hospital, but when young Superman fights and quarrels... it's like the teacher who was thrown onto the roof when playing tossing high with young Superman, and she cried even louder than the children below.

"call……"

Superman blew out another gust of cold air, freezing Simon Hurt's body and preventing him from teleporting.

After confirming that Simon Hurt has an ability similar to immortality, Superman does not intend to hold back, or rather, he is looking forward to such a battle, although he is not a warmonger.

Superman Fist, this move imitates Superman's flying movement, gathering all the strength of the body, leaping up and delivering a heavy blow.

Now, when a real Superman uses this move, he doesn't even need to jump up and punch. He can fly, fly at a low altitude, speed up, and punch Simon Hurt in the face.

He took Simon Hurt and flew straight into the air, like a rocket rising into the sky, with only a few pieces of broken ice falling from the sky and landing on the beach.

Miaomu looked up at the sky. Although there was a golden hexagonal star pendant around his neck, the effect of the Eye of Truth was still there, with a 360-degree viewing angle, allowing Miaomu to see without looking up.

However, it is most refreshing to witness this kind of blockbuster-level scene with your own eyes. Miaomu even wants to copy a martial arts secret book so that Superman can learn JOJO's fighting style. Ola Ola Ola...

Superman can really create that kind of dazzling effect. Wait, this idea seems to be really good!

Miaomu rubbed his chin, secretly thinking about the feasibility.

Suddenly, Miaomu noticed the pier lighthouse in the distance, which was not very close to this side. He turned his head to look, but because it was too far away, Miaomu couldn't see clearly what was over there.

In a flash, he saw a lens.

Sniper! This was Naegi's first reaction.

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On top of the lighthouse at the pier.

Death Shooter Lawton, who spread his coat flat on the ground, set up his sniper rifle, and pointed the muzzle at the beach, was breathing steadily.

His eyes were fixed on Superman who was flying rapidly in the sky, and Simon Hurt who was knocked flying by him.

To be honest, when he saw Simon Hurt's transformation, he really wanted to run away. Why were there so many abnormal people everywhere?

But with the appearance of Superman and Naegi's performance, Lawton fell silent and the safety on the sniper rifle was opened.

Lawton couldn't think of any reason to refuse the job as someone who could deserve Superman's close protection.

Superman retracted his fist in the air, flew above Simon Hurt, gathered all his strength, and punched down.

opportunity!

The Death Shooter instantly found a fleeting opportunity, grabbed the sniper rifle, knelt on one knee, and pointed it at the sky.

Superman threw a punch, and Simon Hurt's body, like a meteorite falling from the sky, hit the earth heavily.

The Death Shooter also pulled the trigger, then put away the sniper rifle. He didn't need to look anymore, as the bullet's landing point and trajectory had all been simulated in his mind.

This bullet will only hit the target, and what he needs to do now is to get out of here before Superman finds the bullet.

As a killer who was hired to snipe Superman, Laughton knew very well how powerful Superman's abilities were, so much so that he almost threw away the nickname "Dead Shooter".

The anti-material sniper rifle, with its armor-piercing bullet that could punch a hole in a tank, hit Superman's forehead, only making his forehead turn red and he cried out in pain.

It looked like someone had hit him on the head and it exploded.

And when Lawton's favorite 9mm bullet hit Superman, it was not to say that it had no effect at all, but it had no effect at all.

Superman's nonchalant attitude made Lawton want to shoot himself to see if the bullet was fake.

Pulling the rope that had been fixed in advance on the lighthouse fence, Lawton slid down the rope with the cello case on his back.

It was his habit to arrange the retreat route in advance. He didn't want to throw away his life for a little money.

Walking along the pier, Lawton suddenly stopped at the parking lot in front and looked at the people getting out of the car on the other side.

A short guy, a guy in weird clothes.

Lawton looked at the dwarf's height and smiled disdainfully. Although the guy was not particularly short, it did not prevent Lawton from using him to relax his mood and calm his nervous heartbeat.

As long as he is given a little more time, he will adjust his emotions. By then, even if he is given a lie detector, he will be able to deny what he has just done without changing his expression.

Just like he could speak Russian in his youth, and while serving in the American military, he obtained a Russian party membership card.

However, the dwarf didn't feel comfortable at all when he was looked at like this. His small eyes narrowed, and his mouth under his big hooked nose was clenched with teeth, as if he didn't have to consider his image in front of outsiders.

Oswald would definitely call for a car and throw the damn nigger into the sea to drown him.

What he cares about most is his height, and this damn bastard looks at his height and dares to laugh?

Just when Penguin Oswald was about to take action.

The weird guy next to him, wearing an oversized windbreaker and a top hat that covered his entire body, turned his head and glanced at Lawton.

The smile on Lawton's face suddenly disappeared, and the gun barrel on his wrist popped out. After the two men looked at each other for a moment, the man turned and left.

Lawton stood there, recalling the feeling just now. Under that guy's top hat were a pair of green eyes, as creepy as will-o'-the-wisp. This Gotham... is really full of monsters.