[Super Bat] The third type of god

Clark was furious. He let go of the paper bag by his feet and threw his fist at the man.

"No, Clark, don't!" Bruce quickly reached out his hand to stop him.

This fierce punch actually had the sound of piercing through the air, but fortunately Clark did not lose his mind. After hearing Bruce's words, his fist stopped awkwardly in front of the man's terrified face.

He gave the man a warning look, looked back at Bruce, frowned and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I can handle this, trust me." Bruce winked at him slyly.

Clark: "..."

Clark thought for a moment, then compromised: "Okay."

He deliberately let go, and the man fell down unexpectedly.

After falling to the ground, the man cursed an extremely nasty swear word, and stretched his hands to his lower back angrily.

That's an action to draw a gun!

Clark's face changed, but this time Bruce took the lead - before the man touched the butt of the gun, he had already grabbed the opponent's gun, loaded it, and pressed it against his forehead in one go.

Bruce's movements were too smooth and skilled, as if he had done the same thing many times before, sharp and crisp, in sharp contrast to his elegant and suave temperament.

Originally it was just an ordinary fight, but when the gun was drawn, the nature of the matter was completely different.

When the soldiers saw the guns, they were half sober from the wine, and they drew their guns at Clark and Bruce in an instant.

The conflict between the two parties has completely escalated.

Bruce's muzzle was on the man's forehead, and the other black muzzle was aimed at him.

Clark's eyebrows were all frowned, and he looked at Bruce speechlessly, meaning "you call this done"?

One of the soldiers was still wearing a training uniform. Bruce looked him around calmly, sneered, and asked, "Marines?"

Then he gave the number of their unit and a name.

The expressions of the soldiers changed immediately, that was the name of their supreme commander.

The scene of the confrontation was instantly so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Why would he know such confidential information?

unless……

Bruce was not affected by the tense atmosphere around him at all, and asked disdainfully, "This is the pawn he brought out?"

He turned his eyes around these soldiers, pointed his gun at the little man, and held his collar by the nape of his neck with his other hand, making him stand up.

"I'll give you two choices now." Bruce said unhurriedly, "The first one, you go now. The second one, your chief comes to pick you up."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the person caught by him: "Huh?"

The two looked at each other for a while, and the little man was defeated by his aggressive gaze. Bruce put away the gun in satisfaction, patted his face with the butt of the gun, and said earnestly, "That's right."

Then he retreated, returned the gun to him, and ordered: "Go away."

"Yes, sir!" Several soldiers said through gritted teeth.

Fortunately, there were few people on the road, so no one noticed the conflict.

After the soldier left, Clark picked up the paper bag at his feet, and he looked inside, as if to make sure that the things inside were not broken.

"I should be glad I didn't buy eggs today." Clark said, he straightened the contents of the bag, hugged it back into his arms, and asked Bruce, "Do you really know their commander?"

Bruce said, "I don't know."

Clark was puzzled: "Then why..."

Bruce said confidently: "Oh, I lied to them."

Clark: "..."

"It's not difficult to find information." Bruce, who successfully solved several people, seemed in a very good mood, and his tone of speech was a little more cheerful than before, and he explained patiently, "That is the highest-ranking commander in this area. , and the number of this unit is easier to check. I read the relevant information because of a mission not long ago, and wrote it down by the way...cough cough..."

Bruce talked too much at once, and the air outside was too cold, and the frequent in and out drafts stimulated him to start coughing again.The pain in his lungs forced him to curl up, panting with his hands on his knees.

"Oh, you better stop talking." Clark sighed and reached out to pat him on the back.

Bruce waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

Clark was silent for a while, and said to Bruce seriously: "Hey, listen, Bruce, I don't need you to stand up for me. You're running a fever now, not to mention that group of people with guns on them, it's too dangerous."

Bruce asked strangely, "So you think I'm going to just watch and let him give you a second blow on the back of the head?"

Clark didn't expect him to say this, and he looked a little surprised: "Bruce..."

But Bruce interrupted him: "Blindly giving in won't solve the problem, small town boy, your giving in will only make them worse."

Clark didn't answer him.

Of course he knows that forbearance can't solve the problem, but he can hurt others effortlessly, but others can't hurt him.So just now he planned to secretly dismantle those people's cars.

Pneumonia is a tossing disease. Bruce coughed a few times as soon as he finished speaking.

"Would you like a drink?" Clark asked.

Bruce shook his head, and continued: "Of course, force cannot solve all problems, you have to find your real power—"

He said, and tapped his fingertips near his temple: "This is where all the power comes from."

After coughing violently, Bruce's eyes were full of physiological tears. The corners of his eyes were red, and his weak and harmless appearance was completely different from the fierceness he had when he was holding a gun just now. Moreover, his speech like this is really... not deterrent .

He's such an interesting guy.Clark thought.

"Understood, let's go back first." He said with a smile.

After the two went back, Bruce immediately took a shower and shaved his beard.He looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, not only the familiar gray sideburns disappeared, but even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were almost invisible.

It's nice to be young.Bruce said silently.

He came out of the bathroom, still covered in steam. He was only wearing a pair of loose home trousers, and his tall and tall figure could be seen at a glance.

Clark was carrying a quilt to the bedroom, and when he saw his current appearance, he was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Bruce touched his smooth chin and asked amusedly, "Because I'm too handsome to look stupid?"

"No, no, no, no..." Clark stuttered in embarrassment, "I want to tell you that I only have one bed here, so we have to sleep together, do you mind?"

The author has something to say:

Catch a flight yesterday, and I have something to do today, I haven’t written much for the update, sorry orz

感谢在2021-02-1705:18:39~2021-02-1903:19:43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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 2691561 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!