The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2089 Superman's Gotham Adventure (VII)

Chapter 2088 Superman's Gotham Adventure (VII)

Clark did not choose to rush over and ask the children what was going on, because if the other party had a very complete route to deliver these drugs to the children, then they must have been prepared for the attack.

If this was the case, he might not be able to catch the mastermind if he rushed over rashly, and might also put these helpless children in danger.

So Clark quietly descended, and quietly bypassed the welfare building, came to an abandoned building next to it, and observed through the wall what was holding up the box of orange juice.

I saw a box of orange juice slowly rising from the entrance of the sewer, but it was not a human arm that was holding it. Clark used his super vision to take a closer look and found that it seemed to be some kind of tree root.

The reason why he couldn't be sure was that theoretically, tree roots could not move in this way, and Clark couldn't remember which tree roots could grow to this size.

Clark took a step forward, trying to look under the well, and then he heard a bang, and one of the walls of the welfare home was blown open.

Clark immediately rushed out from behind the wall. After the smoke and dust cleared, the children were fine, but a group of people with baseball bats and hammers rushed out of the smoke.

When they got closer, Clark found that these people looked like a group of hippies, with colorful hair, metal rings hanging on their noses, lips, and ears, tattoos inappropriately appearing on any part of their skin, and most of them wearing colorful vests and leather boots with metal nails.

As soon as they rushed in, the children fled in all directions, but Clark found that although these children ran, their hands were not idle, and they almost moved most of the orange juice in.

The hippies rushed to the nearest child quickly, and Clark immediately rushed over to stop them, but he didn't expect that their target was not the child, but the small can of orange juice in the child's hand.

The tall man rushed over and snatched the orange juice away. The child widened his eyes and tried to reach out to grab it, but was pulled by his companion. The two of them went into the house together and blocked the door tightly.

The hippie's accomplice immediately rushed up and knocked on the door, shouting while knocking: "Open the door, open the door, give us the damn juice, open the door quickly, you dead kids, I will blow your heads off with a shotgun."

Clark paused because he was thinking about a question. These kids are selling drugs, and these hippies are stopping them from selling drugs?

Don't worry about whether the uninvited guests who suddenly arrived want to steal the things for themselves, but it seems that they don't approve of these kids selling juice, maybe this can be used.

So Clark didn't rush to the group of people at the first time, but turned around and flew to the roof, looking down at the scene below.

Clark knew very well that these children were only weak compared to him, but there were not many people in the world who were as strong as him. In general, these children had a level of strength that was obviously beyond their age, which could be seen from the development of their muscles and tendons.

Sure enough, a hippie came to the window and wanted to see what was going on in the house, but a fire stick directly stabbed into his eye socket. The hippie covered his eyes and screamed, and fell to the ground.

Others were not to be outdone, smashing windows and banging doors. Clark heard the screams of the children in the room, so he hurriedly flew in from the back window.

"Don't be afraid, kids, I'll help you block the door." Clark lifted the heavy sofa with one hand and threw it to the door, kicked the sofa against the door, and then pushed the sideboard against the sofa.

The children were all stunned by his strength. An older boy waved his arm and shouted, "Quick! One team, get the guns! One team, seal the windows! Don't let the bastards from the Clown Gang in!"

The children responded and left. Their small figures shuttled through the rooms of the welfare home like flexible barracudas. They skillfully took wooden boards and nails and methodically sealed the windows from the inside while the other side violently smashed and smashed.

Several girls from another team filled a kettle with water and put it on the fireplace to boil. Others found the right opportunity to take a basin and pour boiling water from the second floor. Not long after, people and horses were thrown down outside.

Clark had been pushing against the main door of the welfare home building. After the hippie boss and his men who had been hitting the main door found that the other side was an unshakable copper wall, they changed their strategy and began to dismantle the door.

It must be said that they must have done a lot of things like sneaking in and picking the locks. The two heavy solid wood doors were removed from the latches in a short while.

The moment the door fell, they saw Superman's handsome and serious face like a classical sculpture.

Bang, bang, bang.

Clark clapped his hands after retracting his fist, and walked directly to the fallen door. He picked up one side of the door panel with one hand, and after putting it on the door, he exerted force on both sides with both hands. With a bang, the door panel was directly embedded in the door frame.

Then he pushed it on the left and the right, and with a click, the door was squeezed back to its original position, tightly closed and airtight.

After the group of weirdos outside the door left in disgrace, the children immediately surrounded him. They all stared at Clark with wide eyes, with no malice in their eyes, only full of surprise.

"God, you are too strong. How did you develop these muscles? Can you teach me?" "Did you see it? I bet that bastard's nose must have been broken by the punch he just delivered." Shattered."

"Huh! Ha! So handsome."

The boys kept making famous boxing gestures, shaking their hands back and forth, and rubbing their noses from time to time, as if they would be boxing champions if they had such a strong body.

"Okay, okay, kids." Clark used his big hands to gather the children around him and said, "I can see that you are not the kind of bad boy who wants to harm others, so since you know what's in this drink, It contains a lot of hallucinogenic drugs, why sell it?”

"You want to say, do you want to believe that we are not drug dealers?" The leading boy folded his arms and summarized Clark's meaning very accurately and said: "But I want to tell you an unfortunate fact. We didn't sell drugs before, not because we were kind. , but because it’s not our turn.”

"First of all, we are not children from the slums of Gotham. Most of us are orphans who lost our parents due to accidents in the middle-class streets nearby. We can't get a single ounce of the business in the slums, otherwise we wouldn't be in the welfare state. I’m waiting for a wealthy man to adopt him in the courtyard.”

"Secondly, even the children in the slums cannot do the work of selling drugs in ordinary life. They can do some errands. They are a group of brainless idiots who do not understand the importance of unity at all. "

"Then what's going on?" Clark knelt down and pressed the boy's shoulders. "Can you tell me? Who gave you these juices?"

"It became like this simply because there was not enough manpower." The boy shrugged and said, "Someone wanted this drink to spread within the city as quickly as possible, so they found us."

Clark turned to look at the sewer outside the window. He thought that he would always have to explore there, so there was no need to use the precious opportunity to ask questions here.

So he turned to look at the little boy and asked: "Who are the people who attacked you? Why did they attack you?"

"Oh, those are a group of clown gang bastards. During the day, I heard people from the orphanage nearby say that they were attacked by them. I was still wondering if they would come to us later? Sure enough, they came."

"As for why they attacked us, we don't know, but you saw it just now. They seemed to be particularly dissatisfied with us taking away the juice."

"They must be a group of hopeless drug addicts!" A girl leaned over and interjected: "They must be unable to afford the medicine, so they want to come over and bully us. What a beautiful idea!"

"You shouldn't have drank this juice, right?"

As soon as Clark asked this question, several other children looked at him as if they were mentally retarded. The leading little boy snapped his fingers, pointed at Clark with his thumb and said, "Look, let me just say he is a cosmopolitan."

"Listen, big guy, the main ingredient of the hallucinogen here is methylenedioxymethamphetamine, which is different from things like marijuana and opium. It is a powerful chemical hallucinogen, even for people with your physique. Even if you take a sip, you have to fight the trash can outside the door for three hundred rounds."

"Any neurological preparation must be taken according to body weight. If you have been to the hospital and received anesthesia, you will know that too much of this stuff can kill people. If we drink it, we are seeking death."

Clark was stunned by the series of professional terms the little boy spoke. He only knew the abbreviation at most, and he was still a little confused about the difference between MDMA and MDA, but the other party was able to recite the full name accurately.

What is this? Is love the best teacher?

"You're thinking that we know this thing is so powerful, and selling it to others must be killing people, but you don't understand at all that the life safety maintenance standards of this thing will be effective in any city in the world, except Gotham."

Clark stared blankly at the little boy. Is this level of language and logic really what a child who looks no more than 10 years old should have? His phrasing sounded like the kind of official spokesman who would attend a press conference after a government official made a mistake, and who had worked for at least 30 years and wiped the butts of more than 20 mayors.

What life safety standards are maintained? Doesn’t it mean that Gotham people are highly resistant to drug resistance?

Clark's eyes turned to the boxes of orange juice at the children's feet.

Judging from the level of his upper body just now, if someone did such a thing, it would be difficult to analyze his physical condition from the perspective of drug resistance, but I'm afraid it would have to be analyzed from the perspective of genetics and biological evolution.

Previously, Clark felt that the mental state of the Gotham people he encountered along the way was outrageous.

But if they each drank at least a pack of orange juice, but only stole the fourth wheel of the tricycle, the urinal of the public toilet, the switch plate of the earth ramming machine and the crocodile from nowhere, then it would really be called a folk custom. Simple Gotham City.

Just when he thought of this, he heard a bang outside the door. The moment Clark turned his head, the door fell with a crash, and a giant hippopotamus walked in majestically on the door panel.

And the figure riding on the hippopotamus against the light has strange-colored twin tails and a crazy smile, and is carrying a huge wooden hammer on its shoulders.

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