The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

It was very late, and Clark hurriedly finished the latest proofreading and went home from get off work.

After walking for a while, he was keenly aware that someone was following him.

Clark's heart sank.

Since that news report, he has felt a lot of unkind eyes around him, but it may be because the wind is too tight to do anything, and Perry is more concerned about him because he has not been sent out to the field. People staring at him Although there are quite a few, I have never found a chance to "teach" him.

It seemed that this time, they couldn't bear it.

Clark turned into an alley, and as he walked, he thought about whether he should implement the human design and be beaten up obediently, or cheat a little while it was dark and slip away quietly to replace Superman to clean up the mess.

At this moment, he felt a person approaching him, and he subconsciously quickened his pace, but his actions obviously stimulated the people behind him, and there was a stern shout from behind him.

"stop!"

Clark ignored him, speeding up and running deeper into the alley.

The people behind quickly caught up, his footsteps were light and steady, obviously well-trained.

While running, Clark reached out to unbutton his clothes, but at this moment, he noticed that in a small alley on the right, Bruce, dressed in a red hat and dressed in a red hat, turned around the corner with a cigarette in his mouth. come out.

"!!!"

Clark slowed down his pace, so surprised that he almost forgot that half of his uniform was exposed. He didn't start to button up the buttons until the sound of footsteps behind him was close at hand.

The man didn't speak, he caught up and grabbed Clark's clothes, pulled back, and immediately sprayed a gas at him with a small bottle.

His super sense of smell caught the subtle changes in the air, and from the smell, it seemed to be a kind of anesthetic gas. Clark hesitated whether to fall to the ground and pretend to be unconscious, but was pulled by the other hand, just in time Dodge those sprays.

"Who are you? It's none of your business. If you are sensible, don't meddle in your own business."

"Sorry, this is my long-term meal ticket." Bruce held a toothpick in his mouth and dragged Clark behind him.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

Clark was covering his clothes with one hand - he was pulled by two people just now, as if a little of his uniform was exposed - making a flustered look, like a weak little girl blocked by a street corner.

The man didn't answer Clark. He squinted his eyes and looked at Bruce. He opened his clothes to reveal half of the gun handle, and said threateningly, "Boy, who do you think you are? Superman?"

Bruce curled his lips, showing disapproval, "I'm not Superman, but guess if I shout now, will that troublesome alien come?"

As he said that, he took a special look at the medicine bottle that the man was holding in his hand, and laughed, "You don't want to provoke that alien to appear with such a dirty trick."

In fact, Superman really can't appear now, Clark grumbled in his heart, but the person opposite obviously didn't know this.

Bruce's words hit his nail. He obviously didn't want to have an intimate contest with the patron saint of the metropolis, but as a professional thug, he wouldn't be easily intimidated.

He took out a lead box from his right pocket and tossed it in his hand, "Do you think I'm afraid?"

Bruce sighed, letting go of the hand that was protecting Clark.

"Then there's no way."

The victorious smile hung on the man's face for less than a second before a heavy fist knocked his head.

Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and arm, and a huge force bent his arm 180 degrees, pressing his shoulder and thrusting him to the ground. , the things in his hand have disappeared.

Great!

The man gritted his teeth and fought back with pain, and then raised his leg to kick back, but was blocked by the little gangster's raised hand, and they collided with each other, making a bang bang sound.

This person's skill is very good. It can be said that he is the most capable fighter that Bruce has encountered in this world. Unfortunately, his arm was crippled at the beginning, and no matter how he can fight, he is powerless.

"Why are you here?"

Feeling that the people following him left quietly, Clark relaxed a little, and asked in a low voice while watching Bruce tie up the dizzy guy.

"Work baby, I told you I found a good boss."

"This is not a long-term solution. You should find a proper job."

Clark immediately understood, and followed his words to change the topic.

Bruce didn't go back with Clark. When he saw the police arrived at the scene, he slipped out quietly while Clark was dealing with interrogation, and changed back into his uniform.

The hasty action a few days ago had achieved certain results, but there were still mysteries that could not be solved. He planned to go to the Lex Group to try again.

It's late at night now, the building is dark, and Bruce pokes out of the darkness like a real bat.

At this moment, his keen sixth sense allowed him to predict the approaching danger in advance.

Bruce leapt back, bright green light exploded in front of his eyes, a fist formed entirely of green light hit the spot where he was standing just now, the marble floor instantly crumbled, and the shattered stones cracked like bullets Open, Bruce dodged most of them, but judging from the strength of the rest of them hitting him, the force was not much different from the bullets.

"Aha, look what I found, a bat." A man with green light descended slowly from mid-air, the ring on his right hand was particularly bright, and even formed a lifelike laser cannon behind him—— Obviously, the fist just now was also issued by this person.

"Are you so blind? You can only run out in such a ridiculous outfit in the middle of the night, like a mouse."

Bruce wasn't offended by him.

Bruce had carefully studied all the evil forces entrenched in this city and formulated targeted plans one by one, but the person in front of him was not among the common villains in the metropolis. He had to be more careful about this pure newcomer.

"Okay, let's see what kind of face you have behind this dirty mask."

As the man said, the green light instantly transformed into a big hand like Bruce was grabbing.

The claw gun popped out instantly, and Bruce left his original position all of a sudden, and shot a bat dart back.

"It's useless." The big hand formed by the green light grabbed the bat dart and sent it to its owner.

The man reached out to grab the bat dart, held it in front of his eyes, and let out a disdainful sneer, "Is this the only trick you have?"

Before he finished speaking, the bat dart in his hand exploded, covering his whole body in smoke and flames.

Forgive the villains of this world, no one has taught them not to catch a Batarang with their hands.