American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

"Clang!"

The steel bars, gleaming with golden light, were driven three-tenths into the ground at the edge of the chaotic battle, radiating light in all directions.

The faint golden aura attached to it made the struggling Saint Duma knights feel the fear of being targeted by predators, while also making Joestar and his men instantly boil over as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

"The Lord is watching over us!"

Joestar shouted, seeing the steel bar being thrown at him as an MVP trophy.

"This is divine revelation! For the sake of the sun! Utterly crush them!"

soon.

The battle, which was never in doubt, has ended.

The elites of St. Duma came in fully equipped, but ended up wearing only their underwear.

He's still lying in a stinking ditch, and his only thought before he fainted was how terrifying Gotham was.

The members of the Sun Cult led the unconscious Duma Cult members to the ground and piled them up.

"Feed? Is this the GCPD? I am the legal... um, Special Advisor Shuen of Wayne Enterprises."

Xiu En held his phone, his tone as sincere as a good citizen complaining about his neighbor's littering.

"I'm calling the police. There's a serious incident of malicious disturbance of public order at the construction site on Binhai Avenue in the East District, yes, the one I'm supervising."

He glanced down at the horrific scene at his feet.

A group of Saint Duma elites, though still alive, were completely wiped out, along with shattered armor fragments scattered everywhere and a muscular man celebrating his victory.

"Not a gang fight, well, not entirely? How to describe it?"

"A group of mentally ill individuals calling themselves knights, armed with knives and guns, attempted to sabotage our ongoing legitimate urban construction project through some form of performance art. The scene was extremely disturbing and seriously affected the mood of me and my botany consultant."

"Yes, everyone is under the control of my security team. Please bring several ambulances, mainly carrying psychiatrists."

Soon after.

Several police cars arrived with sirens blaring, but the lead car braked almost slammed on its brakes the moment it saw the scene, avoiding a collision with the steel bar that Joestar was waving as a flag.

When James Gordon got out of the car, the cigarette he had just lit fell directly to the ground.

As a veteran Gotham police officer, he had seen the Joker blow up hospitals, seen the Penguin's thousand umbrellas, and even seen Killer Croc eat people.

But he swore he had never seen this before.

On one side were dozens of burly men wearing only their underwear, stacked together like a human pyramid, and next to them were piles of obviously prohibited plate armor scraps.

On the other side was a group of burly men, sweating profusely, their muscles bulging with blood, and their eyes burning with a fervor that made them look like they were on drugs.

The group of burly men were worshipping a glowing steel bar stuck in the ground.

Right in the center, the luminous figure who claimed to be the legitimate consultant was sitting cross-legged on top of an excavator that had lost not only its drill bit but also its cockpit, waving at him like a giant Buddha.

"My God..."

Gordon rubbed his temples and picked up his cigarette again.

"Batman said he's here to help? I might not need that kind of help until my next life."

"Look at the state of the world, Mr. Gordon."

Xiu En leaped down, and the sound of the earth cracking upon landing instantly shattered the victim image he had just created, but he walked forward without realizing it.

He pointed enthusiastically to the knights on the ground.

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky, these lunatics are openly running naked!"

"Mr. Xiu En."

Gordon interrupted him expressionlessly, pointing to the dismantled armored mountain next to them.

"Based on my experience with forensic evidence, if we disregard the bronze door that clearly leads to hell, it looks more like they suffered some kind of one-sided violent robbery."

"That was to protect them."

Xiu En blinked, his pupils full of innocence.

"Think about it, in this heat, wearing a metal plate weighing dozens of kilograms would easily cause heatstroke. What we call this... forced cooling. As for your claim of robbery? No, no, no, those are minerals mined from under this land, legitimate profits belonging to the Wayne Corporation."

As he spoke, he pointed to Old John, who was sweating profusely and trying to document the incident as a regular brawl.

"If you don't believe me, ask him, is it a mine?"

Under the sheriff's watchful eye, Old John glanced at Hugh, then at the man-eating flower that was chewing the remaining Holy Sword like sugarcane, and immediately straightened his back: "Yes! It's the mine! We unearthed it while digging the foundation. These naked gentlemen tried to steal our mine, but luckily, the advisor's divine power descended upon us every day!"

Then Bill covered his mouth and told him to stop talking.

Gordon watched as the officers awkwardly tried to handcuff the group of muscular men, and one of them couldn't help but ask, "What charge should we put? Indecent assault or illegal possession of a weapon?"

"Write about gathering a crowd to disrupt public order."

Gordon took a deep breath and decided to give up on investigating the truth.

As long as the criminal is indeed caught, that's fine. Bruce also gave him a heads-up, so he was somewhat prepared.

As long as the criminal is indeed caught, that's fine. Bruce also gave him a heads-up, so he was somewhat prepared.

"By the way, register these oiled-up guys. When did Gotham get these gyms where all they do is fight with their muscles?"

"They are my security team."

Xiu En interjected at the opportune moment.

"There's no need to capture them; they're warriors who fought for the sun. Right, Joestar?"

"Euro!"

Joestar then struck a pose that dazzled all the officers present, showing off his biceps. The intense visual impact made the two young female officers turn their heads away shyly.

"..."

"Alright, alright."

Gordon waved.

"As long as they don't try to do squats with a police car in front of the police station, I'll pretend I didn't see it."

The police convoy finally left, like a garbage collection team, carrying several carloads of St. Dumas cult members.

Although it's unknown how much psychological trauma these brainwashed believers will experience when they wake up and face the strange looks from their fellow inmates in the detention center, at least the construction site has returned to peace and quiet.

"Alright, time to get to work."

Xiu En clapped his hands, looking at the bronze door that he had sealed with his divine power and now resembled a giant brick.

"This thing is the real trophy. Load it onto the Wayne family's truck; we're going to send this hellish specialty back to the manor as a guardian deity."

"in addition!"

He turned around and smiled at Ivy, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines.

"Dear Little Flower, could you use your skills to decorate these unsightly mine pits a little? Reporters are probably coming soon."

Sunflower Ivy rolled her eyes, but still moved her leaves slightly.

Several huge vines quickly grew out of the cement pit where Balzaza had been buried, and bloomed into several giant sunflowers, marking a green end to the morning.