[Comprehensive] There is a problem in this world

The captain is from a metropolis and has never been to Gotham, probably.

Even if it is an adjacent city, you won’t know too much about the in-depth things. At most, you know that the crime rate in Gotham has been high all year round, or that after the Gotham team lost the American football game between the two cities, fans outside the stadium Big fights and stuff like that.

Hearing his confident tone, Zhong Zixing complained wildly in his heart.

... Although she hasn't been there either.

But even if she hasn't been there!She also knows that the word "safety" is very, very cute for Gotham, parentheses, the cuteness here is the Harley Quinn kind of mouth, obviously not just as simple as the literal meaning.

"Great, the trip will be delayed for a few hours." The girl next to her rolled her eyes and fell back in frustration, her tone was particularly unpleasant.

Zhong Zixing observed the students around him. Their expressions were either displeased that their schedule was delayed or curious about Gotham, and they had no idea what was waiting for them.

In fact, she doesn't know... but in her understanding, it shouldn't be that unsafe during the day... right?

There are not a few villains in Gotham who use poison, and they are never afraid to poison a whole city with their hands.Zhong Zixing couldn't say that she was fearless, but compared to Yi Qi's classmates, she possessed far more abilities than them, so she must protect them within the scope of her abilities.

Fortunately, the Lex Group has always been reliable—at least Zhong Zixing thinks it is more reliable than Wayne Enterprises. At the airport, she also saw Bruce Wayne’s advertisement for Turkish Airlines. How many ignorant girls are fascinated.

Yet he was promoting Gotham.

"Now is the best time to visit this great city." Bruce Wayne, chairman of Wayne Enterprises, sat on the plane and blinked at the camera with a calm and calm expression.

Look what it says!

Can I go back when I come?

Unscrupulous merchants!false promotion!Must complain!

Zhong Zixing was carrying his backpack, stood in the airport and looked up at the screen, secretly cursing.

Together with her complaining classmates, she was led by the team leader professor to board the bus painted with the Lex Group logo.The world's second largest emerging technology company is obviously not without energy in Gotham. Thinking about Mr. Lai who dared to let the ship transporting kryptonite land from Gotham and still have the confidence to transport it back to the metropolis, it seems that she can enjoy the scenery with peace of mind along the way. .

Thinking about the promise with the little spider, Zhong Zixing started to take pictures of the scenery outside the window as soon as he got on the bus.

The sense of history of the city can be seen from the architectural style. The silhouettes of minarets are exquisite and gloomy like movie scenes. Cream and black tea complement each other perfectly.

"Wow, it's more beautiful than I imagined."

The person sitting next to Zhong Zixing was replaced by a senior she didn't know, with messy brown hair, blue eyes sparkling with excitement, and a little handsome when he looked seriously, but it's a pity that the homeboy's attire basically covered up his advantages.

Because Zhong Zixing was next to the window, the senior almost wanted to pass her body to the window, Zhong Zixing could only lean back, sticking to the back of the chair, try not to touch him.

"Yes, yes." With a smile against her will, she struggled to maintain a balance between "crushing the back of the chair" and "crushing the senior".

"I should take some pictures of Fred." The senior didn't notice Zhong Zixing's reluctance, and took out his mobile phone to take several pictures outside the window with great interest. "Can we change seats? You..."

"Perther Zhong." Zhong Zixing smiled politely, "Yes."

The senior immediately stood in the aisle, waiting for Zhong Zixing to change places with him, Zhong Zixing opened the air barrier in fear and climbed out of the seat.

"Ah, thank you, Zhong." The senior realized his inappropriateness at this time, and smiled at her shyly, "My name is Chris Albert."

"Hello Albert." Zhong Zixing, who was never used to the English pronunciation of his surname, could only smile.

At this moment, the bus screeched to a sudden stop.

Under the action of inertia, the senior staggered two steps and almost rolled from the rear of the car to the front.Zhong Zixing even accidentally scratched the back of the seat, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly repaired it. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened?" Some students stood up in confusion.

The driver took a look, cursed in a low voice, turned his face and said to them, "I'm sorry kids, there's a traffic jam ahead."

He shrugged, took off his hat and threw it behind the steering wheel: "Something must have happened, just wait."

They are actually not far from the metropolis.Metropolis and Gotham are only separated by a bay. Originally, the most convenient way to and from the two cities was by ferry. However, ten years ago, Wayne Enterprises and Lex Group cooperated with the government to build a bridge spanning The sea-crossing bridge in the bay has greatly shortened the journey that would have taken hours.

At this moment, the bus is stuck at the beginning of the cross-sea bridge.

The endless long queue at a glance confirmed the truth of what the driver said. Realizing this, there were all kinds of complaints in the car.

"Oh come on, are we going to have dinner in Gotham?"

"Look at the length! How long will it be blocked?"

"The traffic situation in Gotham is so bad? New York won't be so congested!"

"Hey, buddy, how about opening the car door and letting us go down for a stroll?" The student who had already had a good business went to discuss with the driver, "I won't cause you any trouble."

"I'm sorry, young man." The driver seemed to be from Gotham with rich experience. He just shook his head and said in a humorous tone. "If you go down, I'm afraid I won't be able to send you to Metropolis."

After a brief silence, cheerful laughter broke out in the car.

Everyone didn't take the driver's statement seriously, and the student who was choked didn't become angry. He still asked with a smile, "Really? Gotham is so scary? It's not night."

"You can check what happened ahead before you talk," the driver smiled pityingly, "I can assure you that it's not a good thing."

Needless to say, some students have already started searching for news.After a while, someone read the news softly.

"Unidentified terrorists blew up the cross-sea bridge?" The girl who read the news raised her voice slightly.

She asked the driver suspiciously: "Shouldn't the police evacuate the people on the bridge first?"

"The Gotham police are not very efficient," the driver was not surprised, but he didn't want to say more, and revealed a few words vaguely, "Maybe the vehicles in the front were hijacked as hostages."

He thoughtfully turned off the engine and opened the car door: "It's better for us not to stay here. Let's find a hotel and stay for a while, preferably under the Wayne Enterprises. Don't disperse your actions."

Tasting the hint in the driver's words, no one on the bus spoke for a while.

Not only did he think of this, one after another car owners got out of the car, left the blocked car and left on their own, and the cars that were fortunately not blocked began to reverse and leave.

Under the guidance of the driver, the students from New York got off the bus one after another.Zhong Zixing was mixed in the crowd and couldn't help looking back.

The traffic blocked the line of sight, making it impossible to see clearly what was happening on the cross-sea bridge.

The weather in Gotham is never bad, and today was no different.Hidden by the black and turbulent clouds, not a ray of skylight can leak out, the gray-blue sea waves are choppy and rough, but the shadowy city at the end of the bay is shining brightly, as if the sun is shining on the city.

Zhong Zixing stood at this end of the bridge, watching the distant city.

After a while, she walked against the flow of people.

The reflection of the sky and clouds was reflected in her pupils.

Confusion stayed in the Avengers Building in the end. After forcing him to spit out everything on Zhong Zixing's phone, Iris generously replaced her with a new phone.

Zhong Zixing took out his mobile phone and called Iron Man as he struggled through the traffic.

"Hey sweetheart, have you seen the red cape?"

"Mr. Stark," Zhong Zixing felt that her backpack was in the way now, and considering what she wanted to do later, she couldn't free up her mind to bring it with her, "I might be on the news, do you think I need Don't you need to find something to cover your face?"

"If it were me, I would suggest that you share the beautiful things with the world," Tony seemed to be at some kind of party, the background sound was the chuckle of many women, "but you are in the metropolis now? Then my answer is yes."

"Okay." Zhong Zixing nodded, "Then you think, in—"

As she spoke, her gaze swept around.

Then she looked away and asked seriously: "Among kraft paper bags, KFC buckets, newspapers, towels, and reinforced concrete helmets, which one should I choose to cover my face?"

Tony: "..."

Because the trip to the metropolis was only three days long, Zhong Zixing didn't bring too many things, he only packed his laptop and clothes in his backpack.But if she is photographed, her classmates can easily recognize her by the backpack, and she doesn't have the extra energy to control the backpack, so Zhong Zixing urgently needs to find a place to put the backpack.

...The thing is, this is Gotham.

Asking passers-by to look for her is definitely unreliable, let alone put it on the side of the road, she will definitely not find anything when she comes back, and she is far away from her classmates now, so she can't ask them to help her...

Zhong Zixing was about to die of worry.

"You didn't wear a scarf?" Tony was obviously speechless by the imagined scene.

"That's true." Zhong Zixing replied absent-mindedly.

At this moment, she caught sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.

Not far away, there was a sports car stuck in the traffic flow. The shiny paint surface reflected the dim skylight, winding along the beautiful curve of the car body. A tall man in a shirt and vest stood by the car door, looking coldly at the center of the bridge.

she!look!arrive!up!who!

Zhong Zixing's eyes lit up, and his melancholy was instantly swept away.

The logic is simple, if anyone else in this city can be trusted, Batman must be one.

And Brucey, who can't be Batman during the day, is good!explain!talk!ah!

In this icy city, only Batman's body is still warm!Zhong Zixing burst into tears of gratitude.

She hastily pulled out the plaid scarf from her backpack, thought about it, and took out the pen and paper along the way.

Tens of seconds later, Bruce Wayne, who was waiting for the Bat Fighter, suddenly heard a light cough behind him.

He quickly adjusted his expression and turned his head casually——

Then he saw a girl who had wrapped herself in a scarf so hard her mother didn't recognize her.

Bruce Wayne: ...

The scarf weirdo waved at him awkwardly, Bruce noticed the ring on her right ring finger, stared slightly, and remembered this.

Then he saw the other hand him a torn page from a notebook.

"Can you keep my bag for me? Please send it to the Daily Planet newspaper afterwards, thank you. -Tony Stark's bodyguard"

Bruce Wayne: ...

He was silent for a few seconds, nodded, and asked tentatively, "Miss..."

He nodded, and the scarf man immediately rolled his eyes, happily threw his backpack into his sports car, and before he could finish speaking, he ran towards the center of the cross-sea bridge without looking back.

Bruce Wayne: ……………

After trekking through the traffic for more than ten minutes, Zhong Zixing finally vaguely saw the center of the incident.

About 100 cars away from her, several large trucks crossed to block the bridge, and a group of gunmen wearing doll hoods stood on the carriages, facing her direction.

...this shape seems a bit familiar.

Zhong Zixing hesitated a little, but he didn't slow down.

The truck seems to be a dividing line. There is no one in the car on the side near Gotham. This is probably the reason why the bridge is blocked, and the owners behind the truck seem to be held hostage and unable to leave.

This line probably marks the boundary between life and death.

Seeing that there was no one around, Zhong Zixing directly controlled the mosaic under his feet to take off, breaking through the air and galloping forward.

As soon as her figure stood out, she was immediately noticed by the doll hoods. The sound of machine guns rang out instantly, and the mosaic wrapped in bullets hit Zhong Zixing's body, and was immediately bounced off and flew away.

In just an instant, she quickly broke through the line of defense and flew towards the break of the bridge.

There was a roar of high-speed rotation of spiral fan blades overhead, and the helicopter and the music from the helicopter passed over Zhong Zixing's head together and hovered at the end of the bridge.

Zhong Zixing stopped.

There was a gap at the end of the bridge deck.All the hijacked vehicles were far away from that area. Several black cars were overturned there, surrounded by burning car wreckage, and several tied men lay on the ground and struggled desperately.

For some reason, no one shut their mouths, so they kept making sounds similar to cursing and begging, and squirmed like worms under the silent onlookers of hundreds of cars.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha." The hoarse laughter followed a strange rhythm.

The rope was thrown from the helicopter, and the green-haired man in a suit slid down the rope, his pale face was smeared with bleeding red lips, and the sunken eye sockets were thick with eyeliner.

"Well, well, well," the clown jumped down stepping on the roof of the car, and the cane made a crisp sound on the bridge, he leaned on the cane and bent over, approaching the man on the ground with a doubtful smile, "Why did you leave hell? The carnival has just begun."

The man on the ground muttered and explained something, but the clown didn't listen.He tilted his head, took the oil barrel handed to him by his subordinates, pulled out the oil plug, walked around the field slowly, and poured gasoline on the men.

"Now, the show officially begins." He laughed and jumped onto the roof of the car, raising the lighter in his hand.

Except for the clown who was dedicated to public execution, all his subordinates noticed Zhong Zixing, and all raised their machine guns to shoot at her.Zhong Zixing flexed his knuckles, stepped on the roof of a car, compared the position of the clown, and then turned down the pixels.

It feels like his subordinates betrayed the clown and wanted to escape Gotham, but was blocked by the clown blowing up the bridge?

Zhong Zixing guessed.

The folk customs are simple and honest in Gotham City, Arkham is full of talents... She finally saw it.

A neat air mosaic was lined up between them. Zhong Zixing put aside his distracting thoughts, took a breath, and pressed his hands on the air mosaic in front of him.

"Send you a little heart!"

She made sex and pushed forward hard, a row of mosaics roared and rushed towards the clown——

Hearing a "plop", the clown on the roof was caught off guard, and was just pushed down by the mosaic from the bridge fracture.

After more than ten seconds, there was the sound of water under the bridge.

A silence.