[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

Big Sam has been running the small restaurant at Gotham Ferry for more than 20 years. Although the restaurant is small in scale and the decoration is very simple, due to the constant flow of tourists, it is more than enough to pay the salaries of the employees in addition to maintaining their livelihood.

The boom in business has given Big Sam a good temper, a comfortable schedule and a belly to match.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Big Sam was sitting on the deck chair at the door basking in the sun as usual.

A ferry just arrived at the pier not far away, and the main trestle was crowded with people.Unlike anywhere else, couples or families of three are rarely seen on Gotham’s ferry crossings, and workers here are mostly seen alone.These people living at the bottom of society used crumpled banknotes to pay for boat tickets and meals. They hurried back and forth between Gotham and the metropolis, not missing any opportunity that might grab wealth.

There are three or two small boats and a private yacht on the other side of the pier a little farther away. These guys with a little rust were originally used to go out to sea for fun, but since they were purchased, they have always been neglected ——The intercity wharf is like a dirty alley, and the well-dressed people are out of place here.

There is no shortage of rich people in Gotham, but those rich people prefer to hang out in their own circles, which is completely different from their kind of rats trying to survive in the gutter.

Another boat slowly entered the ferry, and with the noise of relief as the passengers were poured out of the sardine cans, there was a bustling scene on the pier.

The noise of the crowd was a regular occurrence for Big Sam.He sipped his coffee and flipped through the newspaper. The smell of cheap oil and fried eggs surrounded his nose, which was very pleasant.

A shadow suddenly blocked his sunlight.

"Hi," said a female voice, "I want to know how to get to the nearest subway station?"

"The subway station is a bit far from here." Big Sam glanced up and replied lazily.

The other party paused, seeing that he was just looking at him but didn't intend to continue, so he said understandingly: "It's too early to go out, and I haven't had a good breakfast yet."

Big Sam suddenly perked up. "If you're not in a hurry, why don't you just eat at my place, and when there are customers in the store who are leaving, I'll take you along the way."

The other party thanked him and went to the small restaurant.

Big Sam watched her back, and waited for her to fully enter the house before waving his right hand with an uneasy face.

"Since when did Big Sam lose his courage?" Someone beside him scoffed.

"Cowardly?" Big Sam snorted. "How much is her coat for? Aboard the Merrill without a single button off. 20 years of squatting in this shit has taught me one thing, in Gotham, don't mess with people you can't afford."

Freya was carefully wiping the greasy stool with a paper towel, when she heard this, she was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled lightly.

Today is only a third of the way through, but as soon as the excitement of the battle is over, she begins to feel a little tired.

The originally planned itinerary was lost because of the complete rupture of the Bay Bridge. Her car also slipped off with half of the bridge deck under Magneto's final attack, and became a piece of garbage on the sea.Fortunately, after the battle ended and the surviving people were rescued, Freya had time to lift her car out of the water, break the glass and take out two packages.

There were some commonly used items and documents in the handbag, and in addition to the luggage, there were also computers and materials necessary for meetings. After getting the things, Freya watched with heartache as her car sank into the bottom of the sea.

It was her first car, a very unassuming Ford that had only been filled with bullet holes in past crises, and was completely scrapped this time around.Freya's first thought was that luckily she had bought insurance, and her second thought was that she wished she could turn around and stab Magneto again.

Only when she took off her mask and mixed into the crowd, and saw a car of unscathed children crying and making noise together, did her mood clear up and become a little clearer.

With no car, and no time to book a ticket for the day, let alone fly directly to Gotham, she had no choice but to choose the ferry.

It took more than 20 minutes to arrive at the intercity pier, just as the fastest voyage was ready to sail.Just as Freya wanted to buy a ticket for the next shift, she was stuffed with a ticket for the shift.The boat was already full of people, but it seemed that they were not afraid of problems at all. In order to make more money, the passengers seemed to put life and death aside in order to save money.

As soon as they boarded the boat, someone paid attention to her bag. After Freya grabbed a man with dirty hands and feet until he screamed, all the people who were about to move settled down.

This trip did not go so smoothly, she thought it was her bad luck, but now it seems that it is the tradition of this route.

The sound of knocking on the porcelain plate and the table interrupted her thoughts. An old woman with a slightly crooked nose put the plate containing bacon and eggs on the table and rubbed her hands on her apron.Freya gave her some tips.

When Freya was about to finish eating, Big Sam walked in from the door with a shy stomach and called her to get in the car.

Freya wiped her hands and got into the car.

She was sitting in the back seat, and the other passenger was an overactive white old man, clutching a leather bag tightly in his hand, looking at her with vigilant eyes.

There was a creaking sound from the leather seats as Big Sam got in the car and started it.

"Okay, old man, don't put on such an appearance, she's just a girl, can she still eat you?"

Only then did the old man relax a little, but he still kept a distance from Freya.

"You're a stranger," he said.

"Yes, this is my first time in Gotham." Freya replied.

"The guests who came here today are complaining." Big Sam interjected, driving with one hand, "There is a farce on the Bay Bridge. The new superpowers severely injured Magneto and saved a lot of civilians , now everyone is saying good things about her. It’s a pity that the X-Men didn’t stop this person when they came, and I heard that even Kuaiyin didn’t catch up.”

The old man's attention was immediately attracted. "Is there such a thing? I always thought that Kuaiyin was the fastest."

"Flash, Superman, several guys are faster than him," Big Sam shook his head, "but the new one is a woman, I haven't heard of any female mutants or superpowers with such fast speed, Not to mention being able to beat Magneto like this."

"It's a pity we didn't kill him," said the old man.

Freya's gaze fell on his face without any trace.

At that time, an invisible touch slid over her spirit like soft silk, and she knew immediately that the professor was coming.Contacting the X-Men head-on was not what she wanted, and leaving the scene was the best choice.

"Old Collison and mutants never get along." Big Sam explained, staring at the rearview mirror.

The old man named Collison smiled ferociously, revealing a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth. "I'm not the only one. How many people have been killed by these female cousins ​​in the past two years?"

"Where there aren't some bad embryos," Freya said, "One or two people can't represent the whole group. Aren't there X-Men among mutants?"

"What's the difference between the X-Men and them?" Old Collison's voice was full of malice, "Look, little girl, if someone falls into the hands of the X-Men, there will be no follow-up. Mutual protection. When one or two people caused trouble, other mutants came forward to take them back, and the result? They didn’t kill them, and they couldn’t lock them up. In the end, they didn’t come out to commit crimes.”

He paused, and suddenly exclaimed——

"Wait, what did I say just now, does this passage sound familiar?"

Big Sam glanced back at him, and the two of them were silent for a second, then suddenly they both burst out laughing hysterically.

Old Collison laughed so hard that at last tears came from his cloudy eyes.

Freya took a deep breath.

Old Collison smiled and looked at her with a strange look.

"Scary, aren't you?" he asked. "Little girl, what are you doing in Gotham, you don't know anything."

"The clown killed my family."

He approached Freya, hands raised, trembling nervously.

"It was a bombing attack on a train station, what people of their kind call it a 'joke'."

"The whole dome collapsed, 26 people died and hundreds were injured. It was a scene from hell."

"My wife, she kissed me goodbye that morning and rushed to pick up our daughter from the station."

"My Lana, poor little thing, she'll never come home again."

"She's only 19 years old, 19 years old..."

The man who had lost all hope was in tears.

"The bat caught him, put him in a mental institution, and he was on the loose again a short time later."

Old Collison wiped away his tears and gave a short laugh.

"All these people, all these people with innocent blood on their hands, they come and go, and every time there is just one escape, it takes countless lives. What did these dead people do wrong? They are some Unarmed people, some good people."

"It's not Batman's fault," Freya said. "Where I lived, a lunatic like that would have been sent to the electric chair, but Gotham abolished the death penalty."

"Then he should have killed the Joker!" said old Collison.

Freya felt a sharp pain.For all the innocent lives lost, for Batman's unappreciated efforts to protect others, for governments and judiciaries who do nothing but use others as shields.

People don't know who to hate but Batman.

"Batman is not a god," she said softly.

He couldn't save everyone, he tried his best.

"Okay." Big Sam's voice suddenly sounded from the front, "We are almost at the subway station. It's a pity that we didn't get to see the fight between the rookies and the X-Men today, but John opened the game, and next time we will have a win Played."

They then discussed what had happened today.

Big Sam and Old Collison spoke briskly, often showing a bit of regret. Discussing the battle between superpowers and mutants was like the guests in ancient times discussing the fighting beasts off the field.

Freya stopped talking.