As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland

From a distance, the entire Gotham stands in a white fog.

This is the first time Eric sees Gotham in the rain.

Although I have been to Gotham a few times before, they are all glimpses in the middle of the night.

The most impressive is those dirty alleys, as well as the bright streets.

As for Batman and some well-known villains, maybe it's bad luck and I haven't met them a few times.

All the rogues and hooligans I met were robbers who didn't have long eyes, and he got rid of them easily.

Now because of the rain, the book promotion meeting originally planned to be held outdoors has been changed to indoors. The reduction in scale has reduced his workload a lot, so he can return to the hotel early to rest.

After staring at the Gotham scenery from the window for a while, Eric turned to leave.

Pick up an umbrella and walk outside the hotel.

......

Gotham National Bank.

In the increasingly dense rain, at the gate of the bank, the exchange of fire between the police and the Red Riding Hoods has come to an end.

The hard-hit Red Riding Hood gang members were suppressed by the police's firepower and retreated. From time to time, gang members screamed and fell down.

Yin Yin's blood was quickly diluted by the rain.

In the underground sewer system, there was a faint roar.

Bruce Wayne, dressed in a black suit, drove a CB400 black motorcycle down the wide sewers.

The young face was as tough and angular as if it had been chiseled by a knife, but the slightly haggard fatigue destroyed this perfection.

Driving the motorcycle with one hand, Bruce operates on the front display of the motorcycle with the other.

"Master Bruce?"

"I'm here, Alfred."

Bruce's voice was faint in the roar of the motorcycle.

"Looks like you've had another desperate sleepless night."

"Yes. But I also made stupid mistakes, Alfred."

Bruce Wayne stared at the sewer surrounded by deep darkness ahead, and said in a heavy voice: "I should spend more time studying them and understanding the purpose of the Red Riding Hoods, but... in order to save those in the bank Man, I had to reveal my identity. I could stay with the Red Riding Hood longer..."

"Life often backfires, doesn't it? Master Bruce."

"I understand that even though the Red Hat gang is dead, both me and the guys in the bank have paid a little bit more than they expected."

Although Bruce gave the opponent a fatal blow when he robbed the bank by disguising himself as a member of the Red Riding Hood, he was still a little concerned about the involvement of many innocent citizens.

"Don't doubt what you wanted to achieve in the first place just because of a backfire failure, Master Bruce."

After Alfred comforted a word, he suddenly changed the conversation, "Well... there is a small problem with the back door, young master. Please forgive me, I warned you in advance, operating a first-class computer, this is not a problem. But beyond my usual scope of work. You have to give me a little time..."

"The Red Riding Hoods may be chasing them in the next second, Alfred, I don't have much time."

Bruce glanced back, the gunfire was getting closer and closer, and the motorcycle he was driving was gradually approaching the end of the sewer - a thick wall.

Buzz!

The moment the motorcycle hit the wall, a freight elevator rose from the ground.

Bruce's motorcycle successfully entered the elevator at the last second and was transported below.

"Master, if you've always wanted to come in from the south, I suggest you set up a better entrance instead of entering from this stone house."

Alfred, the housekeeper of the underground base, suggested to him after seeing Bruce getting out of the car.

"Alfred, this stone house is my home. Forty feet away is where my parents died. The reason I stay here is to fight."

Bruce said to Alfred while controlling the base's equipment to turn off.

"Your war is so much more than just playing Batman, Master, the Wayne family is about changing the face of the city, and even though you've just returned to Gotham, I want you to do what the citizens of Gotham expect you to do. "

Alfred said to Bruce as he accompanied Bruce upstairs.

After entering the living room, Bruce changed his clothes, "I know what this city needs, Alfred."

He picked up a book from his desk, "Do you remember? In the past, every Saturday, the Gotham Times would add a life-like section called Gotham Impressions. In this column, randomly selected citizens will be selected. Complete a sentence in three words or less: Gotham is—!"

"The word that describes it the most? 'Damn'? 'Cursed'? 'Crazy'? Or use a villain's name as the answer to 'Gotham Impression'?"

Bruce showed Alfred, "I read a book recently and it gave me a different answer." Gotham is a twist Darkness, the abyss of destruction, whoever...can't define this city'."

Chapter 61 If I hadn't beat you, I'd have done it already

Kent Farm.

"A check for fifty thousand dollars?"

Clark stared at the check in Jonathan's hand and narrowed his eyes.

"The people at the Metropolitan University Press told me that I could cash this check at the bank they work with."

Jonathan said to Martha with a smile on his lips: "I now believe that Eric's book is very popular, and the publishing house will even pay him in advance, indicating that it must be not bad, and I must re-read it another day."

"I don't think you have any literary appreciation, Jonathan."

Martha carefully took the check from Jonathan, "We have to keep it for him, we don't have to worry about Eric and Clark's college expenses."

"I don't need Eric's money to go to college."

Clark walked lazily to his parents, "Baseball, basketball star, if I want to...I can make a lot of money in an instant."

"We agreed, Clark, you can't do that!"

Jonathan frowned and looked at Clark who lightly stroked the ruby ​​ring on his finger, "And, Clark, we said you couldn't buy that ring."

"I thought......"

Clark turned his back to his parents to pack things, with a disapproving expression on his face, "I can make my own decisions."

"That's because we believe you'll make the right decision, but that ring is worth a lot."

Clark, whose expression had always been calm, suddenly burst out.

He turned his face, suppressed the anger and tyranny in his heart, and looked at his father, "You have a check for $50,000, but you scold me for spending $350. Because that's Eric's money. , not mine. You and my mom were always tough on me and indulged in Eric's behavior because you were prejudiced against me! I'm here to tell you - I'll never be stuck with money and Flatter your unreasonable demands!"

The air stopped for a moment, and Jonathan and Martha were all stunned!

The two of them never thought that Clark would say such a thing!

"Clark, wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

Martha came out to smooth things out.

"I'm not hungry, and I have to go farming!"

After a rude remark to his parents, Clark activated super speed and left the room in a flash.

"Then... what's the matter?"

After a while, Jonathan asked his wife.

Martha shrugged. "I think our Superman son still has the rebellious teenage personality."

"It's clearly not a question of rebellion, he appears to be driven by anger and anger, both in words and deeds."

Jonathan said puzzled, "It looks like he's complaining and venting all his grievances to us."

"Maybe Clark is just in a bad mood, we're all going to have a bad day or two, don't we? Jonathan..."

Martha patiently persuaded her husband, "You can't just preach to him, that might make things worse."

Jonathan didn't speak, just nodded.

In my heart, I also felt that it might be my own preaching, which caused Clark to lose control for a while.

But soon he realized he was wrong.

The next day, Jonathan received a call. After chatting with the other party with a serious expression, he hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?"

Martha asked worriedly when she saw her husband's expression was different.

"The bank confirmed with us the consumption situation last night, our check, Eric earned $50,000, and there was a large consumption expenditure last night."

Jonathan walked to his room, "But the check is clearly in your hands, how is that possible?"

"not......"

Martha put down the sausage that was frying in her hand, with a worried expression on her face, "Clark?"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a piercing electronic metal noise coming in from outside.

The two walked to the window and looked out.

The electronic music noise is coming from Clark's secret fortress.

The two walked towards the barn in amazement.

After entering the barn, grumpy rock music blows.

Clark's secret base is filled with all kinds of things that rebellious rock youths like at first glance.

Lightning balls, police lights, super tape recorders, luxury speakers...

Martha found a coat on the chair, and when she touched it, it turned out to be a high-grade silk material.

"This kind of clothes, at least a thousand dollars."

Martha looked at her husband and said in surprise.

The couple looked at Clark on the second floor of the barn and found that he was sitting on it and playing games intently.

"Clark!"

Jonathan walked up to Clark and asked him, "What are you doing?!"

"As you can see, the Eddy's store in the Metropolis has 24-hour low prices, and I bought it. I thought I had to have some cool stuff, didn't I?"

Clark put down the gamepad, turned off the rock music, and replied calmly.

"Clark Kent, you stole our money, it's not even our money, it's Eric's royalties!"

Jonathan's inner anger almost overflowed, but he still tried to suppress his emotions.

"so what?"

Clark stood up, "What's the big deal, I'll pay it back to you later. Eric has a lot of money anyway, and although I don't know where he's hiding it, it's a drop in the bucket for him. By the way, If I could dig out the valuables in his room, I wouldn't be able to run the check."

Jonathan resisted wanting to beat him, and slapped the chair heavily, "You not only steal money, but you dig through other people's things without authorization. I'll tell you how badly wrong you made, Clark Kent, I want you to take this garbage All back! Now!"

"you sure?"

There was a mocking smile at the corner of Clark's mouth.

"Of course, after you've returned this crap, we'll have a good talk about what's wrong with you! Your attitude, your behavior, what you're thinking now, I want to make sure why you've become so amazing Disappointed man!"

"You can talk about everything you want, but sorry Dad, I don't have time for you!"

Clark put on the leather jacket he just bought, waved at his parents, and quickly disappeared in front of the two of them with a "whoosh" sound.

There was a roar of motorcycles outside.

The couple looked out and saw that Clark was on a brand new motorcycle.

After putting on the sunglasses and twisting the accelerator, galloped away.

Watching Clark's retreating back, Martha covered her forehead with her hand, and there were faint tears in her eyes.

She didn't know why her eldest son, who had always been obedient, became like this.

Jonathan withdrew his gaze from Clark's figure and put his arms around his wife's shoulders.

"Don't worry, I'll find him. Anyway, I'm his father and I can understand what he's thinking."

Chapter 62 Boys and Girls

Gotham.

The gloomy streets are still shrouded in sparse rain.

Eric held an umbrella and walked along the street.