American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Lincoln March took a step back.

That was fear triggered by instinct.

"It seems the timing of this conversation is inappropriate."

The smile on March's face also disappeared.

He straightened his tie, gave Hugh a deep look, and then glanced at Solomon, who was peeking out from behind Hugh.

"The winds of Gotham are strong, Mr. Shum. Even light can sometimes be blown out."

After uttering this unoriginal exit line, March didn't linger and turned to get into the bulletproof car.

With a deep roar of its engine, the luxury car, representing another shadowy side of Gotham, sped away from the neighborhood of the orphanage.

"Tch, stingy."

Shuen turned to look at Solomon, who was becoming happy again because the stranger had left, and at the huge vines in the greenhouse behind him, which had broken several panes of glass in the windows because they sensed hostility.

"Okay, there's no breakfast left either."

Shuen picked up the half-sheet of scrap paper that had fallen into the mud, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it to Jerami, who had been peering in from the side.

"Here you go, this paper is of good quality, you can decide what to do with it."

He looked at Solomon, the gray giant handing him a Coke cup that was probably still a little empty.

"drink."

Solomon shoved the cup to Shuen's lips.

Xiu En paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Alright, at least you have a conscience. Let's go to the construction site and find some real food; they provide three meals a day there now."

……

Generally speaking, if you are a contractor who can leverage your financial resources, it would be quite a pleasant experience to sit in your own luxurious extended Lincoln and inspect the construction site.

But Xiu En doesn't feel comfortable at all right now.

Because the driver of this car was a red-haired woman who exuded an aura more dangerous than the Gotham sewers.

Pamela Ivy was sitting in the driver's seat with her arms crossed, her cascading red hair slightly frizzy from her bad mood. As for why she could still control the vehicle while her arms were crossed?

"Hey, I know this isn't difficult for you!"

Xiu En huddled in the passenger seat, trying his best to keep his long legs away from the thick vines that were spinning on their own around the steering wheel, gearshift, and handbrake.

"But couldn't you at least keep your hands on the steering wheel and pretend? This is a public street. What if you scare those sensitive police officers?"

"Shut up, Xiu En. Why didn't you complain when my sunflower clone was driving with vines? At least I'm a human sitting in the driver's seat now."

Ivy glanced coldly at the street scene rushing past the windshield, and one of the vines controlling the accelerator even increased its force quite rudely.

"If I had my original body yesterday, I would never have let you ruin that damn lung."

"So I've upgraded to VIP companionship service?"

Xiu En grinned and pulled a piece of metal from his pocket, intending to throw it into his mouth.

"Put your dirty hands down."

A thorny vine instantly lashed out and knocked the metal from his hand.

"Until your lung pressure stabilizes, you are prohibited from consuming high-density metals that I haven't filtered. Your body is like a newly glued-on porcelain doll right now; any additional energy surge will crack it, and I don't want to spend another twelve hours patching it up."

The roof of the back seat of this luxury car, which once belonged to a gangster boss, has long since been blown away.

This made it convenient for Solomon Grandi to hold the Black Gold Carnivorous Plant, allowing Grandi to stick his enormous head out and enjoy the breeze.

"Alas...light!"

This huge gray guy clearly didn't see anything wrong with the car, which was now entangled in various vines and looked like a giant moving bonsai. He waved his hands in the air as if trying to grab the sky of Gotham.

"Don't move, big guy!"

Xiu En, in the passenger seat, yelled, but there wasn't much blame in his tone.

"Be careful not to flip over any other cars, or Ivy will plant you in the ground too."

Ivy glanced at the zombie in the rearview mirror—a zombie that looked terrifying but even knew how to wave to passersby—and gave a soft snort.

The vine that had seemed to be trying to teach the overloaded passengers in the back a lesson quietly retracted and wrapped around the metal frame behind Solomon, forming an extremely sturdy seatbelt.

"arrive."

The so-called breakfast location was the receiving area of ​​the East Coastal Construction Site, which had already been razed to the ground.

Bill and his underlings are now acting like a completely different team.

Perhaps because they had witnessed the miracle of yesterday's battle, this group of usually lazy hooligans were now extremely diligent in sorting the garbage.

"Boss! As you instructed, bury the high-lead-content trash on the left, and pile the high-purity armor in the middle!"

Bill, wearing a yellow helmet, ran over with a fawning expression and opened the car door for Ivy.

Although he was so frightened by the carnivorous flower that suddenly bloomed on the doorknob that he almost wet his pants.

Good morning, Boss Glorious!

Xiu En jumped out of the car, his eyes wide open.

On that newly cleared open space, there was a small hill.

That included not only the high-quality composite steel plate armor left behind by the Saint Dumas knights under Paul's command yesterday, but also the batch of special alloys that the Penguins sent yesterday, originally intended for making blast doors.

This time, even Xiu En, who had just received an injection, couldn't help but swallow hard.

"You're only allowed to eat the pile on the left."

Just as Hugh was about to pounce on the pile of what looked like the hardest alloy, Ivy's cold voice struck his knee.

She was pointing to the pile of relatively "soft" Saint-Dumas plate armor.

The enchanted metal, which was still at the level of medieval craftsmanship, was relatively mild and more like easily digestible liquid food for Shuen.

"That's an appetizer!"

Xiu En protested.

"I almost coughed to death, shouldn't I eat something good to replenish my strength?"

"Now you admit you almost coughed to death."

Without any discussion, Ivy inserted several green plant probes into Xiu En's wrists and neck, connecting them to the tablet computer in her hand.

"I have data monitoring. If your current metal intake causes your core temperature to exceed two hundred degrees Celsius, I'll have Solomon sit on you."

Solomon, who was busy churning out two hundred hamburgers, looked up blankly at the name, his face covered in salad dressing: "Boss... a hug?"

"OK."

Xiu En looked at the size of the hug and decisively gave in.

He walked up to the pile of Saint Dumas plate armor and picked up a gauntlet with an exquisite cross relief, looking rather aggrieved.

They started eating it with gusto.

"All right!"

Xiu En squinted, devouring the arm guard in a few bites like eating sunflower seeds, while mumbling his comments.

"Although it's a bit old-fashioned, these charlatans' iron-making skills are really not bad, and there's a sacred smell of smoky wood about it."

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