American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

When Alvin and Joestar entered the hall carrying two small mountains made of red and white family buckets, one on each side, as if they were carrying some kind of cursed relic.

Even the court orphans, who are usually the most shy, let out a unified gasp of amazement.

The unique, overpowering aroma of fried chicken instantly established its dominance in this space filled with the fragrance of plants.

"This is the miracle of modern civilization, children."

Shuen sat in an armchair in the center of the hall and waved his hand like a Viking chieftain distributing spoils of war.

Forget about balanced nutrition, and forget what that green lady just said about vegetables being the best. Right now, only crispy skin and cola are the truth.

Unfortunately, Xiu En's new phone sounded an alarm. The rotating sun icon on the screen turned into a ghastly green skull, and the warm UV index next to it turned into a blood-red warning of highly corrosive acid rain.

"Okay, I take back what I just said."

Xiu En watched as the once clear sky outside the window was visibly swallowed up by a thick plume of eerie green smoke, and the smile on his face froze.

"Is this how Gotham treats its guests? My takeout chicken wings aren't even cold yet, and God's already planning to give me a sulfuric acid shower first?"

He could feel a smell like rotten eggs starting to fill the air, a smell that was extremely unpleasant for his lungs, which had just felt a little better.

Bruce frowned and pressed the communicator to his ear. Although he didn't speak, the sudden burst of low pressure startled Jerami, who was next to him, and made him shrink back behind the sofa.

"They are two groups of madmen left over from Jerome and Jerome."

Bruce looked at the drone footage uploaded to his phone.

On the street, two groups of thugs with exaggerated clown makeup were conducting an extremely inhumane chemical experiment.

One side was setting fires everywhere with flamethrowers, while the other side was spraying a high-concentration industrial acid with a water truck.

When a high-temperature flame encounters acid, what rises instantly is not just white mist, but also a toxic cloud powerful enough to cause respiratory ulcers in half a block of people.

"In their struggle to determine who is the rightful heir to the Joker, they turned Tenth Avenue into a biochemical gas chamber."

"I don't care whether they worship the red-nosed clown or the green-haired clown, or whether they want to melt each other into a puddle of mud."

Xiu En suddenly stood up, threw the expensive chicken nugget he was holding back into the bucket, and his eyes became even more terrifying than those of the fanatics.

"But they might be blocking my sun!"

[Urgent Mission: Haze Cleaner]

[Mission Description: High concentrations of acidic aerosols have been detected blocking sunlight. This is not only a desecration of light, but also a direct theft of the host's health.]

[Mission Objective: Eliminate the source of the toxic cloud (0/2), or physically purify the individual that created the toxic cloud.]

[Reward: 200 Faith Points]

Xiu En took a deep breath, and in his excitement, he couldn't help but cough violently, sending a few golden sparks flying onto the floor.

"Alvin! Joestar!"

He roared at his two bodyguards who were enjoying their meal.

"Stop eating! Bring your weapons. Someone's trying to turn our heads into a cesspool. As the Sun God Cult's first team-building activity, we're going to teach those ignorant heretics a lesson they won't forget!"

The lawn in the garden was like a piece of inferior steak being grilled over a large fire.

Every drop of acidic rainwater that fell burned a small, charred hole in the leaves of the plant that Ivy had carefully cultivated.

Ivy looked very angry, but Bruce stopped her.

"Get out of my way, Bruce!"

Ivy was almost screaming; her hair was moving on its own even without wind.

The earth trembled with her rage, and a Venus flytrap as big as an excavator bucket burst from the ground. Its huge mouth, covered with sharp teeth, was dripping with greedy digestive juices. Clearly, its orders were not just to eat flies, but to swallow half a block whole.

Bruce stood before that monster like a rock.

He calmly, even somewhat coldly, blocked Ivy's attack path.

"Releasing this thing will only create more panic, Ivy. Those are still civilian areas."

"They are not civilians! They are killing my children!"

Ivy pointed to the mint leaves that were curled up in pain.

Seeing this, Xiu En, who was initially very angry, suddenly became less angry.

"Excuse me for interrupting just now."

Xiu En covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and his coughing sounded so loud that it made those around him feel like their lungs were about to burst.

He stepped between the two men, his eyes burning not with any mercy, but with a fury even more intense than that of a thug.

"First of all, if this big-mouthed flower gets out, I highly suspect it will be melted into spinach soup by those crazy people who play with strong acids. Secondly, Ivy, the children and plants here need you too."

Xiu En pointed to the pairs of terrified little eyes behind the window.

He turned his head, his golden eyes fixed on Bruce, his gaze seeming to say, "I can't get this done without you paying me a million or two."

"Leave this dirty work of twisting people's heads off outside to us uneducated brutes. After all, that poisonous cloud blocking the sky is really an eyesore."

Perhaps it was Xiu En's crazy spirit—the willingness to kill his entire family for the sake of sunlight—that convinced Ivy, or perhaps some word triggered some strange switch in her.

The giant Venus flytrap retreated somewhat aggrievedly into the ground, replaced by layers of rapidly woven, dense, and hard vine walls.

The entire welfare home was transformed into a green fortress.

"If it were you, don't let them die too easily."

Ivy snorted coldly, thus reaching an agreement.

"Don't worry, we are the most professional."

Joestar finally stopped worrying about the chicken leg he hadn't gotten. He stretched his joints, and the air behind him seemed to distort because of his Stand.

He pulled the lamppost from the edge of the flowerbed, weighed it in his hand, and his eyes were filled with missionary zeal.

Alvin silently wiped the short sword he never parted with, but he could feel his Stand emitting a silent groan in anticipation of the impending battle.

"How do you plan to get there? Running there might cause your lungs to give out halfway there."

Bruce looked at the trio of men who, by any measure, seemed more dangerous than the clowns on the other side, rubbed his temples with a headache, and tossed a bunch of keys to Alvin.

"I've prepared an armored SUV, parked at the back door. Inside are first-aid kits, gas masks, and some non-lethal riot control equipment. Remember, Shuen, non-lethal if possible."

"Ah, of course, of course."

Shuen took the key and handed it directly to Alvin, who was clearly eager to drive for God, and gave a very perfunctory reply.

"It's really hard to achieve a non-lethal effect unless you beat them so badly that even their own mothers wouldn't recognize them."

Five minutes later, the black steel beast modified by Wayne Technology shot out of the alley like a cannonball. Xiu En sat in the back seat, coughing up golden sparks, while looking at the gradually thickening green poisonous fog outside the window, and turned on the specially made mobile phone location.

"Alright, let's go change the color of this awful weather!"