American comics: I became a god at the beginning, I chose to practice both science and magic

"Is it that obvious?"

Clark looked at himself.

Officer Owens smiled but said nothing. The young man in front of him looked like a kind person. Such a person could never be from Gotham.

"My name is Clark. I just arrived in Gotham City and I'm looking for someone."

Owens didn't delve into the matter too much. He only spoke out of professional habit and didn't really want to ask any questions.

At this time, a young man came over. He looked younger than Clark, maybe even less than 20 years old.

The young man looked worried at this time, and Owens seemed to know him.

"Hey, Jason, why are you out? I remember you had a curfew." Owens teased.

Jason forced a smile and said casually, "I have something to do..."

Owens laughed with an "I understand" expression on his face. Who hasn't run away from home when they were young?

Clark glanced at him casually and found that although the other party was young, he had extremely strong physical fitness.

A conservative estimate is that even three or five strong men would not be able to get close to him because of his strength.

He was a little curious and wondered where this young man came from.

Jason looked a little anxious. He kept looking down at his watch, as if he was waiting for someone.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Jason took out his phone and looked at it. His expression became even uglier, and Clark couldn't help but become more curious.

"I'm already here, where are you?"

Jason lowered his voice.

Clark silently said "sorry" in his heart, and then quietly turned on his super hearing.

He heard a voice on the other end of the phone. He couldn't describe the voice, it sounded crazy.

"Oh, my dear Jason, I broke your mother's finger again today. She cried so loudly that I almost wanted to kill her."

"Stop it you devil!"

Jason cursed loudly, but he couldn't hide his inner anxiety and weakness.

"Come here quickly, Jason. Oh, by the way, I forgot. I just moved to an abandoned warehouse near Arkham."

"You should know where it is, right? Do you want to use the Batboy's computer to check it out?"

As he spoke, another shrill scream came from the other side of the phone. Jason knew it was his mother's voice.

"That's enough! I get it. I'll come alone. Please don't torture her anymore."

Clark was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He wished he could fly over and rescue the person right now.

But thinking that he had no idea where the other party was, he could only hold his breath.

But he made up his mind that he must follow the young man and rescue him and his mother!

Chapter 008 Joker

Jason hung up the phone and left the restaurant with his head down.

Clark hurried to catch up, not even bothering to pay attention to the waffles and bacon he ordered.

Along the way, Clark discovered that the other party's anti-tracking ability was very good. Even though he possessed two super powers, super vision and super hearing, he almost lost the other party.

But he could tell that the young man had been leading him in circles; he must have discovered himself.

There was no other way, so Clark could only fly into the sky at night and follow him from high above. Now he was finally able to travel normally.

Clark looked puzzled. Is this Gotham?

Even a kid under 20 has such abilities. There are so many talented people in this place.

Soon, Jason arrived at an extremely remote place, which must be the place mentioned on the phone.

Clark took a look through his X-ray vision and gasped. A small whirlwind had formed in the sky and the clouds had shifted.

He saw that the inside of the warehouse was like a fortress, with a patrol every five steps and a sentry every ten steps.

There were no less than a hundred people hiding inside, all fully armed with pistols, rifles, magazines, grenades and even RPGs.

Is this a military base?

Clark's face was solemn. To be honest, although he knew he was invulnerable to swords and guns, as a good boy and a good citizen, he had never faced the muzzle of a gun in his life.

Seeing this situation at this time, I can't help but feel a little uneasy.

But when he thought that there was an innocent mother and child in the warehouse waiting for him to rescue, Clark decided to go in without hesitation.

On the other side, an abandoned warehouse.

Jason followed the gun-wielding members of the Joker Gang into the warehouse, where a clown in a purple suit was grinning at him.

His face was as pale as a ghost, but his lips were as red as blood, and his green hair gave people an indescribable sense of evil. His whole body revealed an incomprehensible madness and chaos.

He is the Joker, the world's worst criminal and madman who is feared by both the good and the evil.

"My dear Jason, you are finally here. I have waited for so long, so long."

Jason turned his gaze to the other side and saw a woman with her hands tied on an iron water pipe.

All the fingers on her hands had been broken, and she looked extremely miserable.

"Mom!"

Jason was heartbroken beyond words. Although he had been separated from his mother a long time ago, all his past resentments disappeared when he saw her today.

"It's a touching farewell, isn't it? But I have good news for you."

The Joker laughed: "Jason, Mr. Robin, the great assistant of Batman, do you know who leaked your identity to me?"

He pointed his finger at the injured woman and spoke words that froze Jason's heart like ice.

"That's the woman, your beloved mother! Isn't it funny?"

"She knew who you were right away because you're her son. You probably didn't know that she's also a member of the Joker Gang, hahahahaha!"

The clown covered his face, laughing so hard that he could hardly breathe.

"If you let her go, I...will do whatever you want with me."

Jason's voice was low, despite the betrayal, Jason still wanted to save his mother.

Tears welled up in the injured woman's eyes, and she whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Run, Jason, run."

"It's such a touching family love."

The clown pretended to be touched and pulled out a bloodstained crowbar from the waste nearby.

"Let's see how far your love for your mother can go."

The crowbar was raised high and then dropped heavily, breaking Jason's collarbone. He suppressed his voice, not wanting the Joker to enjoy this process.

Sure enough, the clown grumbled in dissatisfaction and continued to smash down with even greater force.

For a moment, the only sounds in the warehouse were the sounds of steel and flesh breaking.

Jason's mother cried silently, she could only whisper:

"Please, please, let him go, let my son go..."

boom--!

At this moment, Clark, wearing a blue battle suit, fell from the sky and opened a large hole in the ceiling of the warehouse.

"What.the.hell.is.that?"

The clown was having a great time and was very unhappy about being interrupted. He started cursing at the place where the smoke and dust were billowing.

"That's all, sir."

Clark walked out of the smoke with a serious expression. This was his first appearance and he was a little nervous.

He was in heaven just now, and because he was too shocked to hear the content of Jason's mother's betrayal, he was a step late, causing Jason to suffer some physical pain.

Jason tried hard to open his eyes. He saw the man in the red cloak in front of him and felt very strange. Is there such a character in Gotham?

But he arrived just in time. He looked in the direction of his mother and tried to move his body towards her.

The clown saw Clark's appearance and taunted him, "Who are you? A circus clown?"

Clark looked at him speechlessly. How could he have the nerve to say such a thing?

"Unlawful detention and intentional injury, sir. You should stay in jail."

"It turned out to be a Boy Scout. Shoot him!"

At the Joker's command, the Joker Gang members immediately pulled the trigger, and the semi-automatic rifles fired high-speed bullets.

The copper bullet hit Clark's developed chest muscles and broke into a copper pancake, which fell to the ground with a thud. Clark felt nothing except an itchy chest.

The clown and his men opened their eyes wide, looking as if they had seen a ghost.

Even Jason, who was squirming beside him, had his eyes wide open in shock.

"What material is this bulletproof vest made of?"

Before he could even finish his question, he saw a bullet hit the man's face and also broke into a copper pan and bounced out.

He shut up, now looking at Clark as if he were a god.

The clown quickly regained his composure, rolled his eyes, and came up with a good idea.

"Quick! Shoot those two on the ground!" After saying that, he slipped away.

His men were still faithfully carrying out his orders, lowering their guns and aiming at Jason and his mother.

Clark's face changed and he used his super speed to block the bullet for Jason and his son.

When the other side finished shooting and started to change magazines, he decisively stepped forward and waved his hand to break all the guns, along with the grenades and spare guns on them.

He had never learned joint techniques, so he didn't know how to control people's movements. He could only use the iron bars around him to fix everyone.

After doing all this, he turned around and looked at the mother and child who were hugging each other.

But just when they all thought that the matter was over, several rows of air vents suddenly appeared on the left and right walls of the warehouse, and a cloud of smoke spewed out from them.

Clark accidentally inhaled some and immediately held his breath, but it was too late.

After holding it in for a while, he suddenly burst into laughter. This laugh seemed to turn on a switch, and the whole warehouse was filled with strange laughter. Everyone was terrified, but they were all laughing.

This is the clown's laughing gas!

"Die with laughter, baby!"

The clown's loud laughter came from the radio.

Clark's super hearing suddenly picked up the beeping countdown sounds coming from all corners of the warehouse. He was startled and immediately realized that it was a bomb!

He wanted to rescue everyone, but the laughing gas took up most of his energy, making it difficult for him to control his strength.

If he insists on saving everyone, he might accidentally kill them.

After some mental struggle, he finally decided to save only two people, which gave him enough ability to calm down the effects of nitrous oxide.

After preparing himself mentally, Clark no longer hesitated. He grabbed Jason and his mother in one hand each and flew into the sky.

As soon as they left the warehouse, the bomb exploded instantly. A huge tongue of fire shot up, licking Clark's feet and extending to the sky, until it reached a height that it could no longer reach.

Clark found an open place to put Jason and his mother down. He took a deep breath, inhaling a lot of fresh air into his lungs to dilute the laughing gas in his body.

After a while, he finally stopped laughing.

But he looked at Jason and his mother, who were still under the influence of laughing gas, laughing so hard that they could hardly breathe and tears came out of their eyes.

Clark could see with his clairvoyance that laughing aggravated their injuries, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Finally, with no other choice, Clark called Dane's cell phone number.

"This is Dane."

"Dane, it's me, Clark."

"Oh? Aren't you in Gotham? Calling me for something?"