[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

Looking at the little reporter who was obviously in an abnormal state, Louise's eyes gradually became frightened: "My God, Clark, you can't be... I'll help you find an inhibitor!"

"No! I mean, uh, I'm fine." Clark finally came to his senses and stopped her immediately, "I'm just a little hot, really."

He put down the plate in his hand, and left Louise's side as if fleeing.

But he could avoid Louise, but he couldn't avoid Bruce next door.Clark couldn't help listening to the conversation between Bruce and Oliver Quinn, and listening to Bruce talking about a hundred advantages of Superman, he felt his face getting hotter and his heart beating faster and faster.

Rao, this is almost the same as those rainbow farts he saw on the forums, Clark thought.

Superheroes have countless fans all over the world. They gather in a forum to discuss the deeds of superheroes, share photos taken by chance, and there is also a special creative section, from painting to writing to video Clips, etc., all in one place.

BVS, this is what the outside world calls it.

At first, it was just a small tree hole provided by ordinary programmers for people who have been helped by Chaoying to communicate their gratitude to Chaoying, but because of the activeness of Zhenglian, its popularity on the Internet has also begun to rise. , has now become a super forum with 3000 million traffic.And its name comes from a debate——

"Which one is stronger, Superman or Batman?"

As one of the parties in the title, Clark felt that this question was extremely boring.

Whether it's him or B, if they want to kill each other, it's very simple. It's better to say that the most likely outcome is to lose both... But how can Superman be an enemy of Batman?

But in fact, on this issue, until today there has been no debate on the Internet.

Clark heard about this forum from Diana by chance not long after the establishment of Zhenglian. He registered an account out of curiosity, but it got out of hand and completely opened the door to a new world.

As a writer, in just half a year, Clark has become a fairy writer who has countless fans chanting that Jesus Mary has descended to earth.

Not only does he produce a lot of food, but the plot is also very twists and turns, and the characters are completely incapable of OOC.

It's almost like experiencing it yourself!

Clark squatted in the corner of the banquet, silently took out his mobile phone, and flipped through the forum.

really.

He found the exact same words of praise that Bruce had just said in a building that seemed to be owned by a fanatical fan. After discovering the truth, Clark was relieved for some reason—obviously, although Bruce didn’t know why Suddenly starting to say good things about Superman, but that doesn't mean he's become a huge Superman fan.

The hour hand pointed to eleven o'clock in the evening.

The roar of helicopters came from the distant night sky, and with the colorful ribbons falling all over the sky, the atmosphere of the banquet and party reached its peak.

at this time.

A gunshot overwhelmed all the noise.

After a brief silence, there were screams, and the guests rushed to the exit in a panic to escape, but they stopped in panic when they saw the green-haired clown in a purple suit.

The clown stared at the people who were stepping on each other because of the sudden brake, turned the cane in a fancy way, and burst out a high-pitched shriek of laughter from his throat: "Good! The first day I came to Star City, I almost fell in love with this place Already!"

Bruce, who was leaning on the sofa drunkenly, had his eyes clear for an instant, and he clenched his fists tightly.

How did the clown appear here? !

With a sullen face, Oliver stood in front of Bruce calmly.

Tony, who was cosplaying the floating corpse floating in the pool, struggled to climb ashore, shook his wet hair, and tried to reach his suitcase, but the suitcase containing Mark's armor was shot and flew out by the clown.

"No, No, No," the clown grinned at him with an exaggerated pale smile, "Iron Man, don't be in such a hurry. It's the first time we've met, and there's plenty of time to communicate slowly." He took off his hat flamboyantly, "Introduce yourself, IamJoker - have you met my dear old friend?"

"Who is your old friend?" Tony frowned in disgust. "You mean Batman, right? Don't you know that this is Star City?"

"Of course I know," the clown said with a smile, "but the little bat suddenly disappeared for a while before, so I speculate that he is on vacation, maybe someone else is here?"

"It's a bunch of nonsense." Oliver finally couldn't help but said.

The clown looked him up and down, his expression gradually changed from bewildered to suddenly enlightened and then excited, the whole process took less than ten seconds.

Bruce tensed up, staring at him without blinking.

Getting the clown interested is not a good thing, Oliver is going to be in trouble.

Probably because his gaze was too hot, the clown quickly noticed Bruce who was blocked by Oliver, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Ah, Bruce Wayne!" he exclaimed loudly in an aria voice. "What does it mean that you are here? Our Gotham rich man and Batman patron, why doesn't the little Bat come when you are here?"

"enough!"

Tony finally grabbed the suitcase, and in the blink of an eye, Iron Man appeared in front of everyone, aiming his shiny palm cannon at the clown's head.

"I don't have Batman's non-killing principle," he said coldly, staring at the clown's crazy appearance, "Guess if I will use this thing to punch your head through?"

"Of course you can, but..."

The clown clapped his hands loudly, and ten seconds later, the surrounding roofs were covered with dense green-haired clowns.

"—Who said I came alone?" He winked at Iron Man.

Tony took a deep breath, and the thermal imaging on the screen scanned a total of 120 three uninvited guests, and two came with rocket launchers, which was outrageous.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Bruce asked, his voice trembling and sounding terrified.

"I said, I want a little bat." The clown shrugged, grabbed a beta from the crowd, and opened the zipper of his coat generously when Iron Man was about to bombard, revealing the bomb wrapped around his waist, and Without hesitation, he pointed the sword at the hostage's artery.

"If you don't come for 10 minutes, I'll kill one at random."

"Crazy!" Tony yelled.

"Thank you for the compliment, you still have 9 minutes."

Bruce stared closely at the crazy and vicious clown not far away, and after a while, his fingertips moved slightly.

It's definitely not a clown.

The Joker is a hundred times crazier than him, and it is impossible for him to rush to the Star City next door without knowing Batman's true identity, just to kidnap a group of rich and wealthy men.

So, who are they?

But Tony and Oliver didn't know that the clown was a fake. Tony sent a message to the Batcave immediately, and Alfred answered the phone: "Mr. Stark, what's your business?"

After passing the electric current, his voice was completely different from the original one, so even Clark, who had super hearing, could not recognize that this "Penny One" was the old butler of Wayne Manor who had entertained him.

Together with the other guests present, he squatted in the crowd with his head in his arms, thinking about how to change into the Superman uniform and knock the clown down without being noticed.

But obviously he can't do it now.

"Where's Batman? Tell him to come here," Tony stared at the clown cautiously, his eyes resting on the sharp knife on the hostage's neck for a long time, and then said in a deep voice, "The clown wants to see him by name."

"Wow," Alfred sighed inexplicably, "It seems that the villains of Gotham are no longer satisfied with walking in the city. Don't worry Mr. Stark, I will contact Batman."

"ASAP!"

Communications were cut off.

The clown smiled and said, "Sure enough, I knew I could find him through you."

His expression gave Bruce a very familiar feeling. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly made up his mind. He reached into the hidden pocket of his suit, took out a thing smaller than a fingernail, and stabbed it hard through the fabric. In the blood vessels in his wrist.

Two minutes later, a strong aroma of coffee slowly spread in the dead banquet venue.

Everyone who smelled this smell would become restless, and the breathing of many Alphas present unconsciously began to be heavy, including those "clowns" on the roof, and the hands holding the guns also slowly trembled.

"It's now!"

With a loud shout, Iron Man rushed to the front of the "Joker" at a high speed, grabbed his wrist and threw him into the sky; The fire wind blew away in one breath; Oliver quickly blocked Bruce under him, avoiding several flying bullets for him.

The "clowns" on the roof fired crazily downwards, especially where the guests were. Superman frowned tightly, blocked the crowd with his steel body, and blasted the entire roof down with his hot gaze.

There was a bang, smoke and dust filled the air, and the guests curled up on the ground trembling.Oliver turned over and jumped up neatly, rushed to the roof to fight with the clowns, and found something wrong after only a few back and forth——The moves used by these people are the way of the League of Assassins!

"What's your purpose?" he asked angrily.

Bruce's pheromone not only affected the clown, but Tony, Oliver, and Clark all had varying degrees of reactions when surrounded by the rich and sweet coffee scent.But their self-control was far beyond ordinary people, so Oliver just bit the tip of his tongue and continued to fight the enemy.

Clark covered the guests and escaped safely, but when he came back, he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to see Bruce just now, and his heart suddenly rose.But soon, the shadow that appeared in the darkness instantly calmed his restless mood——

"B, are you also in Star City?" Clark said in surprise, "I thought you were supposed to be patrolling Gotham right now."

"The alliance has a base in Star City, and I used the teleportation function of the watchtower." Batman said indifferently, but he was not soft in his movements, and broke a clown's nose with a heavy punch, "Now solve the problem here .”

The level of these clowns is stronger than the average gangster, but it is still far from the average level of the Assassin League, so Bruce prefers to call them cannon fodder.

The League of Assassins sent such a group of people to fight against them, he thought quickly, there must be some other purpose.

"They're stalling for time!" Iron Man yelled angrily after flying back from a high altitude, "Where's Bruce? They're targeting him!"

On the roof, Oliver's movements suddenly stopped, and his nose was almost cut off by the clown with a dagger. Clark's eye sockets once again had a red glare. He grabbed a clown by the collar and roared: "You take him away!" Where did you go?"

The clown was beaten with blood in his mouth, coughed, and laughed: "I don't know, but the mission the leader received was to kill the sponsor of the Zhenglian, and he should have completed it now, and the next one is you, Superman... "

Clark knocked his jaw off with one punch.

The three Alphas on the scene broke out in extreme anger at the same time, and almost killed all the clowns. Tony suppressed his anger and worry, and said to Oliver: "Bruce will be fine, we have to save him In the afternoon, I gave him a watch with the location inside, they must not have gone far..."

Batman, who had been silent all this time, suddenly coughed.

In front of the three of them, he took out a watch from his pocket without changing his expression, and asked, "Is this what you said?"

Tony stared at him, speechless for a long time.

Clark stared at the watch, and inappropriately, what Bruce said before came to his mind again.

So, B should not be taken care of by the richest man in Gotham... right?