[Comprehensive British and American] The life of the villain and the body of the hero

Just when James and his two adoptive fathers were tense, an accident happened, but it didn't happen at their home.

Maybe the devil is after the Whites, who knows?

This time it was Pete, who had made extensive changes to the house before they moved in, including the fact that they built a swimming pool at the back of the house — where Pete nearly drowned while playing in the water that afternoon.

The reason why it was almost said was that Clark next door heard a cry for help, a very faint cry for help.He jumped over the wall, rushed to the pool as fast as he could, and dragged the poor kid up with all his strength.

Pete was dying when he was rescued ashore. He rolled his eyes and shivered with fear and cold.

But Clark didn't have time to check his situation, he stared at the pale head on the water, who gave him a ghostly and weird twisted smile, and then slowly sank to the bottom of the pool and disappeared.

No matter what that thing is, in short, the comer is not good, and it is very powerful. You must know that the existence that made Clark "force" in the past is not a good thing to deal with.

The shocked White family sent their son to the hospital and thanked Clark awkwardly.

Clark wanted to suggest that they should not go home for a while, God knows what that ghost thing is lurking in their house!As an ordinary person, going back now would be death.

But he knew that no one would believe what he said, so he sighed silently in his heart, and decided to go back and discuss it with Bruce first.He has already spent too much time saving people. He has to save people, he has to explain, he has to be sent to the hospital, he has to be questioned by the police, and he is too late to make dinner. I hope Bruce doesn't mind eating takeaway today. .

Actually, Bruce wouldn't mind, he damn sure wouldn't, if he survived.

Sitting in a wheelchair does not clear Bruce's force value, although it is indeed inconvenient to move.But Bruce is a cautious man, and after all these years, he still has the habit of carrying a weapon with him.

Bruce threw a few Batarangs at the pale ghost that would teleport, giving himself time to breathe.

He was starting to miss the time when he could still move, and of course he missed his Universal Belt, his Batmobile, his Batfighter, his... Alfred, and the Robins.

Bruce guarded little James behind the wheelchair and ordered him not to rush out.

"Bruce!!!" the boy screamed, and the ragged ghost suddenly approached, poking its sharp claws at Bruce's throat, as if it would tear him apart in the next moment.

Once the Dark Knight held that claw, it was a power play.Ghosts can teleport, fly, and become invisible, but they must be real when they attack living people, and as long as they are real, Bruce can deal with them with confidence.

Maybe he can't beat the opponent, but he should be able to last until Clark comes back, but besides himself, he also has to protect James.Fortunately, until now, the other party seemed to ignore the existence of the boy.

James felt the nightmare returning.

The blood all over the ground in the nightmare, the silent adoptive parents, and the boundless cold and fear, the soaring smell of blood engulfed him, he could hardly feel his own existence, he could not feel the existence of anything.

The monster sliced ​​through Bruce's skin, its claws digging deep into the flesh, red liquid dripping out.Bruce groaned, but didn't let go of his other paw.

He couldn't let go, because if he let go, death would come, and now it has turned into a duel of willpower.

The outflow of blood made Bruce lose more and more physical strength, and his forehead continued to ooze sweat. He was indeed old, and his physical strength and energy were not as good as before, but the former Dark Knight refused to admit defeat.

Soon, his eyes went black, but Bruce didn't dare to faint because of the terrified voice of the boy next to his ears.Death wasn't terrible, but he couldn't let the helpless child beside him die with him.

He has to keep going, as he has every hardest day and night.

In the haze, there was the sound of the door being kicked open, and then the sound of the submachine gun being loaded and fired... Someone rushed over, but that person was not Clark, but just a child.

"Dean, go get the salt, Sam, watch these two people, and don't let that thing get close to them." The man's voice sounded, and he pressed his finger on Bruce's carotid artery to measure his pulse, after confirming that he would not die temporarily He carried the submachine gun and went out the door again.

The first kid who rushed over made a simple bandage for Bruce, and another older kid took the salt from the kitchen and drew a big circle around them, then threw the salt box aside and held it in one hand. With a pistol and an iron rod in one hand, he watched his surroundings vigilantly, his nerves on high alert.

James poured a glass of water for Bruce, who slowly recovered.

Looking at the two skilled boys with ice-blue eyes, he couldn't tell what emotion it was.After a long time, Bruce asked softly, "Are you hunters?"

The younger child showed a shocked expression, while the older child wrinkled his nose and said, "Sami, concentrate!"

"But, Dean..."

"That thing will come back at any time, it's dangerous for you to be distracted now!" Dean growled.

Bruce was silent for a while, then continued: "Don't worry, she won't be back in a short time."

Dean stared back at him: "Do you know who that is?"

"Guess some. Speaking of hunters, I have indeed heard the rumors of hunters before, and I have seen a few hunters, but this is the first time I have seen such a young hunter. The previous one was your father?" Bruce asked.

"Hunting monsters and saving human beings is our family business." Dean replied boldly, pretending to be very masculine, of course, this is what he thought.

"Can this ghost block the sound?" Bruce asked again. He was sure that with Clark's attention to him, his super hearing must be stuck to him every minute, and it is impossible not to come back now.

"This is not an ordinary ghost. In the records of the ancient Celts, it is called mangruni, which is a variant of ghosts. My father said that their formation conditions are relatively complicated, and they are very powerful. They can form a specific isolated space. .I think so, it should block the sound," Sam replied.

Bruce nodded, and called Clark almost softly, knowing that he would hear him.

In fact, a few seconds later, that sturdy figure appeared at the door, and the nervous hunter boys both raised their guns to face the spectacled man with a terribly gloomy expression. A powerful and terrifying coercion erupted from Clark's body. Exuding it, it was a symbol of absolute power, after all he had been a terrifying dictator who ruled the world.

"Clark." The deep, bat-like voice carried a strong warning.

In an instant, that pressure was gone, as if it had never been there.Clark quickly ran to the side of the wheelchair, looking at the newly added injuries on the other side, his face was a little distorted.He wanted to get angry, but when he saw Bruce's stern expression, even the soaring anger had to be restrained.

There is no way, his reputation is too low, his history is too much, and Bruce's trust is too difficult to gain.

"Sorry, I should have been back earlier." Clark gently touched Bruce's arm with his forehead, with an infinite depression.

"I'm not a glass doll, Clark." Bruce dissatisfied, and sharply sarcastically said: "Or maybe to you, I'm already an old, paralyzed, useless old man? I should wait to be rescued by pity?"

"No, of course not, Bruce, you know that's not what I mean..." Clark argued in a panic.

Bruce snorted coldly, but he couldn't go too far in front of outsiders, so he didn't say anything more.Seeing that the two brothers Dean and Sam were still on guard, Clark coughed lightly, took out the biscuits and milk he made during the day and put them on the table to entertain them, and then served them with the fresh hot milk he bought. Passed the takeaway to Bruce.

"Milk, are you serious? We're not kids, do you have beer?" Dean wrinkled his nose at the milky white liquid, and Sam refused to put down his gun.

"No one in our family drinks beer. Although we do have wine, you are not of legal age." Clark disagreed.

"Dude, you're such a mother. All right, all right, Sam, relax and get something to eat." Dean picked up a small biscuit and threw it at his brother, who caught the biscuit with an annoyed look on his face. helpless.

"Hey, who just got me to focus? Dean, you do it every time! Oh, every time!"

"Only food and impala can live up to it, and so are hot girls." Dean filled his mouth like a squirrel in just half a minute, and he was able to speak in this situation, to some extent , which is also a superpower.

Clark on the one side pushed his poor glasses, wondering whether he was too old and traditional or the young people nowadays are too unrestrained, thinking that when he was his age, he was a small town boy who grew up in a cornfield.

What Clark brought back was fried dumplings from a Chinese restaurant. The taste of this restaurant was very good. Bruce injured one hand. He insisted on eating with his backhand, and the smoothness of his movements was indeed no different from that of his right hand.But Bruce obviously didn't have much appetite, and after eating a third of it, he began to drink the tea that Clark had just made.

John Winchester returned shortly after, having lost the Mangrune, a creature that was, as expected, cunning.

When Daddy Hunter walked into the room, he saw his two cubs sitting around two almost eaten cookie plates, Dean reluctantly drinking milk from a glass, and only Sam in front of him. There is an empty glass left.On the other side, the man wearing glasses hugged the brown-haired and green-eyed child and whispered something comforting, while the injured elderly man in a wheelchair was meditating.

"Dean, Sam," John whispered.

The hunter brothers jumped up as if they had heard the command from the chief, and were about to take their guns and go back to their father, but they were stopped by Bruce. His ice blue eyes looked at the bearded old hunter calmly, and Bruce said : "Let the children go to rest, I need to tell you something about that Mangruni."

John only hesitated for a moment, then nodded to Bruce, and then turned to blast the two sons.

"Jim, take them upstairs to the guest room to rest, you should go to bed early." Bruce told James.

Dean seemed a little reluctant to be excluded from the "grown-up business", he could consider himself a qualified and mature hunter!He is not a baby who needs to be looked after by nannies, so why not let him hear about Mangruni?

This restless guy wanted to run down to eavesdrop several times, but was stopped by James and Sam.

"Daddy's gonna beat you, Dean." "Bruce's gonna find you."

Dean snorted twice, and finally gave up under the double offensive of his brother's threatening eyes and gradually tightening lips. He rubbed his short hair and said in an annoyed voice: "Okay, you won, but I want Borrow your bathroom."

"Anything." James shrugged.

While complaining, Dean pulled up his clothes and brought it up to his nose to smell, then turned his head in disgust and walked quickly into the bathroom.Sam breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at James, and asked aloud, "Are you okay?"

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