American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander.

Chapter 420 Not one, not two.

"Don's comics?"

Clark frowned and couldn't help but flipping through the comic in his hand.

While flipping through the pages, he suddenly came to his senses and quickly asked Lex.

"Wait, what did you just say?
How many children do I have?

Only two?"

“Haha, then how many children do you want?

But having said that, it is worthy of being a comic book. The private lives of you so-called superheroes in the comics really opened my eyes.

I was originally looking forward to seeing the fun Bruce and Lady Selina have in the comics.

I want to see what Tang will do, haha~

But now, forget it, we comics editors have done our best in pairing.

What famous female character hasn't had anything happen between you two?"

At this point, Lex couldn't help but curl his lips.

On the side, Bruce was holding a comic book of his own in his hand and spoke to Lex without looking up.

"So you're envious? Envious of what? Envious that we haven't even met the characters in the comics yet?"

Bruce said as he frowned sadly.

He just twisted the pages of the book in his hand and continued speaking.

“Originally, I thought our world was some kind of personal publication of Don, and this publication should have come to the middle and late stages of the comic special after Don completely dominated Gotham.

How much content can a special have? Although Tang was only active for more than a month, what he did could fill many comics.

But after I actually read the comics of our world, I suddenly realized that the story that I thought had already developed to the middle and late stages seemed to have not even progressed past the early stages!"

Having said that, Bruce put down the comic and sighed sadly.

“Let’s not even get into the question of whether or not there are Tang’s comics.

Let’s just talk about what we’ve seen so far…our own comics.

All of our comic book stories seem to begin with me returning to Gotham City and Clark choosing to become Superman!

That’s right, these two things only represent the beginning of the story.

But now, damn it, our story has just begun!
I just returned to Gotham and chose to be Batman, and Clark, you haven't even taken on the name Superman yet, you can't even fly!
You said before that you were just an ordinary guy who was a little stronger and couldn't even fly.

It turns out that flying, heat vision, and steel mana are all your signature abilities!
According to the comic description, my story has just begun, and your story hasn't even begun!
So... damn it...

What kind of enemy should we encounter next that will be worthy of our current lineup! "

Having said that, Bruce narrowed his eyes sadly. He was really worried about the future of Gotham.

Because the abilities of the villains in a comic are closely tied to the strength of the protagonist in the comic!
Although they haven't found Tang's comics yet, Tang's strength is too strong, extremely strong!
So, what kind of villain is worthy of being the main villain in the story of this group of people?

While Bruce was thinking, Clark looked around quickly.

The next moment, he suddenly walked to a row of bookshelves and picked up a comic book.

After showing the cover to Bruce and Lex, Clark pointed at the characters on the cover.

“There are so many DC comics, and they’re really messy, even messier than Marvel comics, aren’t they?
Perhaps only God knows in which independent publication Tang is the protagonist.

It is even possible that Tang's comics have not been drawn yet, because all we can see at present are DC comics in the Marvel world.

But as for Tang and our enemies... I think we should have no shortage of enemies!"

As he spoke, Clark opened the Lucifer comic in his hand and started reading.

After reading it for a while, Clark was slightly stunned, then closed the comic and smiled bitterly.

"Oh, I was wrong. It turns out that Lucifer is the protagonist. I thought this Lucifer comic was a solo issue with him as the villain.

When you think about it this way, well, even Lucifer is just the protagonist, and he even has to face his own villains and troubles.

So, damn, our world is too dangerous!"

"Yes, it's too dangerous, but the more dangerous it is, the more I feel... the possibility of me leading all of humanity onto the path of evolution has increased!"

Lex excitedly took over Clark's words, then put down the comic and said.

"We should go back and not waste any more time here.

When we get back here tomorrow, we'll pack up some comics and buy out the DC Comics here."

"Indeed, after all, comics are always just a reference. The development of reality is far more meaningful than the plot of comics."

Bruce agreed with Lex and waved to the red-eared, white-haired Ciri in the far corner.

"Miss Xili, if it's convenient for you, you can take us back."

After greeting, Bruce silently waited for Ciri's response.

Unexpectedly, Ciri acted as if she didn't hear anything and was still curled up in the corner, looking at something.

Seeing this, Bruce let out a breath and continued shouting.

"Miss Ciri?"

"Ah? Ahhh?"

Ciri was stunned for a moment, quickly closed the comic in her hand, and hurriedly stuffed it back onto the bookshelf.

only……

Even from a long distance, Bruce saw the cover of the comic book as it flashed by.

Then he clearly saw that in that comic book that inexplicably had some pink color, Batman was hugging Superman in a particularly coquettish posture...

"Ahem, um...what do you want from me?
Are we going back?
No problem, don't worry, I will get you back safely.

Let's go now, get ready."

Ciri blushed as she walked up to the three of them and grabbed their sleeves.

A moment later, the celestial spheres intersected, and the four of them reappeared in the Gotham manor after experiencing the shock of time and space.

As soon as the four of them landed, Ciri let go of them with a blushing face and continued to speak to them.

"Well, it's getting late, I'm going to go back and have some rest.

I don't think you need my help with teleportation tonight. You definitely don't need my help with teleportation.

I have a very good sleep quality, and I won’t be awakened even if you call me. I’m going back to sleep. Good night, guys~”

Ciri patted her butt and left, rushing into the castle without looking back.

then……

Buzz!
The trio standing in the manor saw the blue light of the celestial spheres intersecting coming from the castle again.

Just as the blue light disappeared, Lex couldn't help swallowing and asked.

“My eyesight may not be as good as yours, so, did you see that comic book just now?

That's...you two...huh?" "Ahem!!!"

Before Lex could finish, he was interrupted by Bruce's cough.

"Stop talking nonsense, Lex!"

Bruce said to Lex with a sullen face.

"Tony is still working in Gotham's comic book store, so we must hurry up and build a smart armor manufacturing platform as soon as possible.

I have prepared type C nutrient solution, and the effect is better than before. Both of us only need to sleep for two hours to restore our strength.

Although the Marvel world is not our own world, the citizens there still should not be wantonly destroyed by war, conspiracy or the malice of a certain editor.

Let’s try to build more than 30 intelligent battle armors before 10 o’clock tomorrow morning.

We don’t have to be heroes, but if we are determined to do something good that makes us happy, we must seize the time and not let this good thing go bad! ”

At this point, Bruce took Lex away, and the two of them went back to their laboratory and busy themselves with this and that.

Clark returned to his house feeling uncomfortable. After saying hello to his mother, he lay down on the bed and prepared to go to sleep.

only……

Even if he closed his eyes, the cover of a ghost comic book would occasionally flash before his eyes.

"vomit!"

So that night, Martha, who stayed up very late because of watching TV series, kept wondering if her son had eaten something wrong.

He kept retching until about one in the middle of the night before he finally fell asleep.

Night is not the end of the city of Gotham.

Or rather, Gotham's night is just the beginning of another group of people's lives.

When Donton and Selina finished playing poker, they fell asleep entangled like two octopuses.

boom!
A small explosion occurred in a medium-sized bank in Gotham City.

When the smoke cleared, the stench from several corpses and the flying banknotes spread across the entire street in the Gotham evening breeze.

The smell of blood attracted wild cats, dogs and other animals to gather here unconsciously, and the banknotes also attracted the attention of all the homeless people nearby.

In order to fight for a piece of fresh... fat and lean, especially salty meat, the wild dogs fought with each other, scaring the wild cats so much that they roared wildly, which sounded particularly shrill.

In comparison, the homeless people are worthy of being human beings. The noise they make is much louder than the barking of cats and dogs.

Gunshots, shouting, wailing, and begging for mercy.

A myriad of noises mixed together, along with the smell of ink from banknotes, and continued to spread out into the night of Gotham.

The news was passed down layer by layer and finally reached the ears of the Romans who had just woken up around six in the morning.

Carmine Falcone is old, he sleeps lightly, and he gets up very early.

He was up before six o'clock.

Just as he was carefully fiddling with the hundreds of pots of flowers he had recently grown in the club, Victor Zass came up to him with his bloody mouth grinning.

"Carmine."

Victor said to the Romans with a sneer.

"How is your life after retirement and being rehired? It should be good. You look in good spirits."

"Victor, of course I am in good spirits, because for a person like me, I don't want to lose anything I have ever had.

I have lost this city once, and I almost lost myself. So when I returned from hell and returned to this real city of hell.

I will certainly seize every moment to fill my heart which has become particularly empty after only being away from Gotham for less than a month."

As he spoke, Carmine put down his scissors and picked up a watering can to water the plants that were in particular need of water.

Looking at Carmine who was quietly watering the flowers, Victor shrugged and smiled.

"It's nice not to have to call you boss anymore, and besides, it's even better to be working with you again.

Ozwald is a smart guy, especially in business, but only you understand the darkness of Gotham better, and you understand the gangster ecology that you have created over the past thirty years better than him.

Things that would take Ozwald a lot of effort to do, you can accomplish by watering the flowers in the club. Without the constraints from the Court of Owls and other upper-class people, I am glad to see you fully display your abilities.

Just as you are the only emperor of Gotham in the past thirty years, Carmine, I admire your art of ruling the Gotham underworld very much.

If possible, I really want to admire you like this all my life and try to learn something from you.

But unfortunately, my old friend, the peace you wanted was broken last night!"

After he finished speaking, Victor handed the tablet in his hand to Carmine.

Carmine took the tablet and looked at it, looking expressionlessly at the alleyway filled with nearly eighty corpses and nearly a million loose bills.

"This is no ordinary robbery."

Carmine said slowly.

“Because ordinary robbers wouldn’t dare approach Gotham at a time like this.

Before I returned, Tang's methods were simple and crude, while Ozwald's style was cautious and careful, and Gotham was managed very tightly by them.

Although the business expansion of the Dead Souls Party has slowed down since Ozwald focused on running for mayor, the city's black network still maintains a crime rate close to zero compared to the past.

The deaths of the upper class and the blood of Arkham have been reminding everyone that the city has welcomed a new bloody king.

Before they get familiar with the style of the new king Tang, perhaps some ignorant thugs will do something impulsive, but if they are just impulsive thugs, they can't do what you showed me."

Having said that, Carmine thought for a moment and asked softly.

"If I'm not mistaken, Victor, the man who staged this bank robbery has been arrested, right?"

"You guessed right, I knew you were the one who knew this city best!"

Victor nodded quickly and continued.

"There were six people involved in the robbery. I led my men to block them in an apartment at 23 Sherwood Street at around 4 a.m.

Of course, what I saw were just six bodies that had killed each other. It seemed that they had divided the spoils unevenly and died together in a civil strife.

It sounds funny, but the amount of money found in the apartment corresponds perfectly to the amount lost by the bank.

Logically speaking, regardless of the way the robbers robbed the bank, the case should have been declared closed when their bodies and the money were found.

Everyone is happy, right? The bank recovered the deposits and the robbers paid the price of not paying us protection money.

But my intuition tells me that there is more to it than that.

The six people involved in the robbery had never committed any criminal acts together before.

Two of them had never even fired their guns.

It was just this group of rabble, but they showed professional qualities comparable to those of special forces on the night of the bank robbery.

However, such a group of technically professional people were defeated in an inexplicable civil strife, and no one was left alive.

Isn’t this strange?”

(End of this chapter)