A meow and a dog

A few minutes later, Bruce in full armor came to an extremely dilapidated alley.

Although the metropolis has always been known as the "City of Light" with the "lowest crime rate", there is often darkness behind the light. The place that would attract the attention of the mayor undoubtedly became the best breeding ground for crime.In a way, it's even dirtier than Gotham.But relatively, there will be more and purer people here who are willing to do things for him because of something.

Bruce walked through a maze-like route and stopped in an open place.

There are no lights installed here, so in the dark night, it is hard to believe that there is such a narrow angle that is not accepted by any light, and I can't help but suspect that I have become a blind person.

Bruce naturally has no such doubts. Compared with the day, the night makes him more familiar with the "residents" around him.

Sensing someone breaking in, a few pairs of eyes that couldn't tell if they were beasts or humans gradually appeared in the darkness. These eyes fell on the intruder, and the greedy aura of evil intentions soon began to wander in the air.

It was eerily quiet.

Bruce took a step forward and made a sound that was not too loud, but just enough for everyone to hear. The underground residents called "rats" by the police station retreated into the darkness cautiously.

But Bruce knows that long-term poverty and depression have made these "rats" fearless. Not every one of them has killed their companions, but they must have tasted hunger and cold, and when the opportunity that can change their lives When it shows up, everyone will not let it go.

As Bruce expected, soon, a pair of eyes hidden under the figure of his companion began to approach Bruce quietly.He cleverly bypassed the back that was always paid special attention in the dark, and quietly and quickly attacked Bruce from the side.

Bruce, who didn't seem to know what happened at all, started to move forward again. He continued to walk forward, and the swaying water light caused by every step was densely connected into a sharp silver light under his feet.

"You made a mistake," the uninvited guest whispered, he stopped the way forward, his hoarse voice was like a devil's whisper, which made the raider shiver, "fatal mistake." He turned quickly and quickly, The barrier of the cloak blurred the other party's vision for a moment—but only that moment was enough.

What happened next was like a beautiful but dangerous one-sided fight. The fight ended quickly without any suspense. The body of the attacker was thrown to the ground, successfully making everyone present Fear and panic took away his breath, and he stiffened his body and quietly looked at the man who looked like a devil.

"I need someone who can do things for me." The Slayer said calmly stepping on the ominous red water stain.

"...You don't look like someone from this city."

A sentence with obvious doubts and a vigilant tone suddenly sounded behind Bruce. Bruce walked out of the shadows in the alley, and it was not too unexpected to see the person who was marked as dangerous on his wanted list floating in the air and looked at him—at least Now he knew that at least those government guys weren't wasting all their time spying on him.

Bruce raised his eyebrows under the cover of the mask, and quickly glanced at the other party in a casual manner - there was no obvious clue: "I don't think this has anything to do with you."

"Sir, I think anyone who lives in this city has the right to ask." The other party said.Bruce noticed some kind of secret pleasure flashing across his face—probably because he didn't act easily aggressively, so that this obviously not very thoughtful alien thought he was somehow "Ally", "And I have to verify this question."

"...do you know your heart is beating so hard?" Bruce heard the other person say in a moment of silence, and he didn't seem to realize what he said at all.

"Can you hear my heart beating?" Bruce asked.

"Yes, that's right," the other party replied, "Even the whole earth can hear me—and besides, it seems that someone is calling you, are you not going to answer?"

"It's just some small things." Bruce raised his hand and turned off the communicator that kept beeping, and it was not surprising to find that a considerable part of the information the president had obviously not informed himself.That's a smart decision when both partners don't trust each other, but it's arguably the dumbest thing to do when a psychic who is likely to be an enemy is involved in the affair.It's a pity that everyone didn't realize how many uncontrollable factors there were in this person floating in front of him.

It seems that because of the long silence, the other party quietly landed on the ground with folded arms, and looked at Bruce at the same level. For a moment, Bruce almost thought that he had seen through the mask and recognized himself, but this was impossible. It was replaced a week ago, and all the equipment was mixed with lead. According to the information they obtained, it was impossible for this uninvited guest to see through the lead.

"Your mask is mixed with lead." After a seemingly normal look, the other party suddenly said, his calm eyes were immediately full of vigilance and vigilance, and his body almost subconsciously leaned towards the best angle for fighting, "How did you know about this?"

Bruce stood motionless, and now some gestures, even good gestures, could be considered threats: "I have no ill intentions towards you."

"Then how did you get this information?"

"As you can imagine, I have my own sources of intelligence."

"What's your purpose?"

"I'm here with a plan."

"A plan?"

"A prison plan," Bruce paused, his eyes fixed on the other pair of eyes, but his fingers covered a tiny black button on the inside of his arm under the cover of the cloak. If the plan didn't go as he expected, Then this button comes in handy, "Turn a city into a prison, and the superpowers will be combined as jailers. Special criminals from all over the world will be sent to this place."

"You want to invite me to join?"

"Yes." Bruce said, the other party's unrelenting expression made his nerves tense instantly.

"According to what you said—the situation," the other party said slowly, "it seems that you want to set up a prison, but I don't know the meaning of setting it up—sorry, I can't join."

"You refuse?"

"I refuse," the visitor said, "—someone is calling for help, I should go." He jumped into the air with ease, and quickly disappeared in the sky under Bruce's sharp eyes.

Bruce tried to stabilize his breathing. He released the button in his hand, and when he confirmed that no one would pass by, he turned on the communicator again, and said in advance before the president's questioning: "We are in trouble."

He merged back into the night, and disappeared without a trace while the people were sleeping.

When he returned to the small room again, Bruce had already changed his armor. He put the uniform back in the original closet, and went back to the living room to check the test results of the computer.

While he was talking to a new target, the computer had scanned the target's entire body against the thin lenses in front of his eyes.But the result is not so pleasing, according to the display of the computer, the voice of that person is obviously changed according to a special method, also, he has no fingerprints (*1), and the tops of the ten fingers are so dry Like a riverbed in Africa.

The only information is the iris signature of the other person, but unless he happens to have an iris test and it happens to be recorded by the police, it is useless.

Bruce kept recording strings of data. He was extremely annoyed when he met with the target at the risk of all kinds, but he couldn't get any new news. Before the satellite found the other party again, he could only try his best to arrange a new plan. , and then wait until the target appears.

When Bruce was finishing the 14th budget, a knock on the door interrupted his work of "filling the loopholes in the plan". Bruce opened the door and saw his new neighbor standing at the door.

"What's the matter?" Bruce asks as quietly as possible, his voice less than desirable after a night of sleepless nights.

"Visiting the city," Clark reminded, "seems like you've been working too long and forgot about it?"

Bruce sighed inwardly, pulled himself together, and went inside to get his coat.

"So, where are we going first?" After a brief few minutes of preparation, Bruce and Clark sat in the taxi together.Clark holds the bag, and Bruce curls up in the seat.

Clark replied slightly apologetically: "I went to meet someone last night, so I didn't have time to check the map, so we may not be able to visit the scenic spots, do you mind?"

"Of course not." Bruce said, after all, he didn't intend to be a tourist in the first place.

Clark shrugged, the same color as Bruce's target's eyes, making Bruce almost think he was still standing in front of the man: "That's fine, because I still know some funny little places."

Bruce blinked, and while throwing his unrealistic thoughts out of his mind, he also managed to subside his drowsiness: "Okay, Clark, I'll wait here."

The author has something to say:

(*1) I don’t know the official (?) settings I saw there. Superman can change his fingerprints, use the characteristics of airflow to change his voice, and even blow his hair automatically at critical moments~ (←Hey mud!)

Last week, I had to review for the exam, so there was no update, so look at how thick this chapter is today!We don't tell you that it is because the number of mandatory code words is finally qualified by using punctuation to make up N words...

And yesterday, watching a TV series was tortured bloody by the detective Sherlock, turned around and was sprayed by the god of the world to refresh my heart, and then my heart was completely broken by the upcoming final exam... .

Look at the manuscripts in the manuscript box again, the unfinished robin—forget it, let’s go to the embrace of Mars and say goodbye forever! (waving a small handkerchief~)

In the end, I said that the second year of junior high school will take the city's general exam, and the postponement of all grade exams sounds good [——], I wish you a smooth exam tomorrow~