Clark has something to say

Fortunately, the bullet went to the sky, and the gunshot did not hurt anyone.

...which means more trouble at the same time.

Sure enough, after a gunshot, the originally noisy park became silent for an instant, and a few seconds later, screams broke out suddenly.

"Shut up!" The gunman fired a few more shots: "Everyone squat down with your heads in your hands, don't let me hear a sound!"

The owner of the ice cream truck dropped his spoon, ducked under the truck with his head in his arms, and muttered to Superman.

Clark started to have a headache.

It is not difficult to solve this commotion. He just saw the gangsters with guns. They were all unfamiliar faces, which made him relieved. Looking at the totems on their armbands, Clark started Inference, it should be some cult fanatic who wants to make a big deal.

Cult/religion terrorism usually has a strict and complicated pre-rite ceremony, so that there is ample time for Clark's rescue.

So here comes the question, how should he slip away from the nose of his immediate boss?

Once again, he envied the Avengers Alliance. If Superman could also have an alliance, he wouldn't be in such a dilemma at this time, a reliable companion, and he didn't have to pay for the battle damage...

Should the Avengers be willing to take on Superman?

Clark sighed secretly. In the chaos, he quietly turned his face away, but bumped into Bruce's gaze.

The rich man turned out to be surprisingly flexible.

He didn't scream or run around, he was a perfect example of a rescued victim... Just as Clark thought about it, he saw Bruce's eyes suddenly widen.

"God!" He gasped, as if belatedly realizing what had happened.

Everyone around was very quiet, so Bruce's voice seemed particularly abrupt. Clark gasped, wishing he could find something to gag Bruce's mouth.

He knows it!

Clark thought bitterly, while grabbing the hem of Bruce's clothes, he emphasized in a low voice: "Mr. Wayne——"

"A group of gunmen!" Bruce shrank his shoulders, stared at Clark in disbelief, his face was pale, and he complained loudly: "Where are the police? Where are the police in the metropolis? How did they break in!"

"They still have guns!"

A bullet hit his feet warningly, and Bruce shivered back like a frightened weak rabbit.

Clark's eyelids twitched.

But Bruce had already been dragged out. He kicked his two long legs wrapped in expensive suit pants while shouting: "How much do you want? I can transfer the money directly for less than 3000 million US dollars, and you need to contact me for the rest." insurance company..."

The gangster looked at Bruce with satisfaction, like looking at a fat lamb: "We don't want your money, young master."

"Soon you won't need it."

The gangster patted Bruce's face with a gun, dragged him to the wooden stick that resembled a fire rack, moved his right hand to his back collar, and lifted him hard.

Did not move.

Bruce: "..."

This is very embarrassing.

Bruce fell silent subtly, lost in thought.

What kind of vegetable chicken is this?

Is the metropolis even a terrorist organization like this?

As a villain who will be villainized every now and then, this is the first time he has seen a gangster who can't lift him-although he knows he is heavy, but even underage girls in Gotham can lift him with his bare hands. A grown man whose body was suspended outside the building was dragged back.

The gangster lifted it a couple more times in disbelief, then switched hands and grabbed Bruce's collar tightly.

After all, this is his favorite shirt.

He closed his eyes in pain, and he could already foresee how Ah Fu would mock him then.

"Sir, we can discuss it slowly. Do you need funding? It shouldn't be easy to maintain the expenses of the believers..." Bruce slowly lowered his head. This idiot finally chose to hug his leg and lift it up, while the other idiot Chains were being tied around his wrists.

The pin on his tie rattled, and Robin had signaled if he needed help.

Baby Bruce kicked her legs hopelessly, with her fingers clasped on the iron chain, feeling that today was really unlucky...

A shady shadow hangs from above his head.

"You're too capricious, Mr. Wayne."

A voice of vague disapproval sounded above him, and Bruce raised his face, squinting his eyes, trying not to be pierced by the sun's cornea.

The existence in myth came to reality.

The son of tomorrow, the god of the world.

Before that, Bruce had only seen the shadow of Superman on various electronic screens. People praised his red cape, praised his blue eyes, and praised his statue-like deep and handsome face.

But when Bruce really saw Superman, he felt that those beautiful words had lost their color.

Superman is suspended in the air quietly, gravity does not work on him, unlike birds that often need to rest on the ground, his posture is impeccable and perfect, the toes naturally rush down, and the red cloak slowly floats in an unbelievably elegant arc .

Obviously there is no wind.

What kind of idiot would trust him?Bruce thought.

This is clearly a god, and the greatest ignorance of human beings is to pin their fate on the mercy of the gods.

He needs to master Superman's weakness.

"Superman?" Bruce raised the corner of his mouth, showing a smile that belongs to Brucey's baby, sweet and innocent, but just right, not annoying at all.

"You are here to save me." He lazily moved his wrist and commanded arrogantly, "Put me down quickly."

"Superman!" The gangster yelled, and shot at Clark in a panic. The bullet hit his chest, making a sound like a steel plate.

With a sullen face, Clark used super speed to bundle the group of guys who disturbed his work performance into a pile, threw them to the door of the nearest police station, and watched the rich man kicking his legs on the pillar in dismay——

He stretched out his hand to grab Bruce's armpit, crushed the chain with the other hand, and put Bruce on the ground like a cat.

"Thank you for saving me." Bruce moved his wrist while staring at Clark ambiguously with blue eyes: "You saved a Wayne, what should I thank you for?"

get promoted.

Clark almost said the ultimate goal of the social animal, he paused: "No, Mr. Wayne, you just need to be quiet next time you encounter this kind of thing..."

Wait, there's one thing Wayne really seems to be able to help with.

alliance.

The Avengers are the official organization, and Superman's position will inevitably clash with them, but what if he forms an alliance himself?

As far as he knows, many superheroes are going it alone, such as the urban legend of Gotham next door.

Everyone knew Bruce Baby was funding Batman.

Clark cleared his throat and said in the most solemn manner, "I want to meet Batman once."

The author has something to say:

感谢在2021-01-1700:13:44~2021-01-1717:19:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: He Qingyun Zhiliulan 3; Three days, I said it was Hongzi’s fan krypton, 1 one-way street;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：Aurora.20瓶；冰镇柠檬15瓶；啾啾啾～11瓶；何青云之流澜、泡泡你老婆跟黄衣跑了、连翼夜羽10瓶；爷咚咚、韩虞笙1瓶；

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