American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

While waiting for Barry to approach the wind.

Xiu En wiped the oil off his hands with the handkerchief Afu handed him, then brought his face close to the young man who was still trying to cover everything up with an innocent look.

"Hey, don't be nervous. If you're still worried about that optical refraction joke, I think I've already forgotten about it."

Xiu En grinned, and the luminous object shone even more brightly in the afternoon sunlight.

"After all, these days even plants can grow legs and run around. It's not a big deal for a person to run a little faster than that; at most, it just means the soles of your shoes will wear out faster."

As he spoke, he pointed to the gleaming silver sports car over there, and the butler beside it who still looked as elegant as if he were attending a royal banquet.

"Ahem, let's get to know each other formally. My name is Xiu En. I'm currently the environmental protection consultant for that car's owner?"

Xiu En paused for a moment, seemingly considering whether the hastily made-up title was impressive enough, but couldn't think of a name that could fool people for the time being.

"Or you can simply understand it as, I'm someone Bruce Wayne hired to handle the big problems that ordinary vacuum cleaners can't handle. This includes, but is not limited to, eating dangerous items, or delivering high-calorie supplements to some overly enthusiastic young men whose blood sugar is always alarming."

When Barry heard the name Wayne, his eyes lit up noticeably. It was the instinctive reaction of an ordinary working-class person when they heard the name of a top capitalist. At the same time, he also felt a sense of relief that if Wayne was one of his people, then it made sense that this radiant person had come to him.

After all, the Gotham playboy is well-known throughout the United States for his various quirks and charitable generosity.

Xiu En calmly pulled a super VIP co-branded card for a fast food restaurant from his trench coat pocket.

This was specially prepared by Shuen after he looked at the materials Bruce had given him.

"Take this. Consider it a small personal donation."

Xiu En stuffed the card, along with the unopened packet of special-supply energy gel that Afu had left in his hand, into Barry's forensic evidence bag.

"Ahem, as someone who has also often felt hungry, I believe you will need to be able to find a place to refuel anytime, anywhere."

"Also, if your boss asks, just say that you were working with Wayne Enterprises on an important survey about the differences between Gotham's restaurant and Central City's fast food culture."

Barry hurriedly accepted the unexpected kindness, staring at Hugh's smiling eyes, momentarily stunned by their brilliance.

That look in his eyes was strange; heaven knows how I saw the ease of being a partner in causing trouble in the eyes of a luminous person.

"Wow, that's really... thank you so much, Mr. Shum."

Barry finally relaxed his tense shoulders, revealing a clear boyish smile, even though there was still a bit of bread crumb on the corner of his mouth.

"Since you're one of Mr. Wayne's men, if your sports car ever needs a quick polish, just let me know."

This is probably the most straightforward promise he can think of right now.

Xiu En nodded in satisfaction.

That leftover family bucket of food was clearly a bit of a burden for someone with a metabolism rate dozens of times higher than the average person, especially when he tried to get up and say goodbye gracefully without using his super speed.

The evidence bag slipped from Barry's elbow, seemingly without his noticing, and fell straight into the crack in the sewer.

Hugh caught it before it touched the dirty metal grille.

His fingertips hooked onto the edge of the bag, and Xiu En heard a dull thud from a black fragment inside; his metal sense had activated.

"Hey, watch out, friend."

Xiu En held the evidence bag up to his eyes and examined the piece of metal covered with burn marks through the slightly scratched plastic film.

"If you lose the assignments given to you by your superiors, even giving you a VIP co-branded card just now won't save your performance review."

He squeezed the hard substance slightly through the bag.

A vibration of a nauseating chemical smell resonated through the resonance and traveled to Hugh's brain.

"And if I'm not mistaken, this was sent from that mess in Gotham."

Hugh brought the bag close to his nose, completely ignoring Barry's attempts to stop him, and took a deep, blissful breath before immediately displaying a look of disgust as if he had smelled spoiled food.

"Tsk, this smell is a mixture of Batmobile tire smoke and cheap homemade explosives."

Barry stared in disbelief at the man in front of him who, just by smell, identified the composition of the remnant from last night's explosion site through the sealed bag, and the results were almost identical to the first two conclusions reached by the forensic team after four hours of testing with a mass spectrometer.

"Huh? You don't even need to open it?"

"Yes, for a qualified gourmet. I mean, for a consultant, this is all there is to this dish."

Shuen slapped the evidence bag back into Barry's still-open palm, still in shock.

"Tell that sheriff who only yells at people all day that this piece of scrap metal contains 0.3% depleted uranium decay products. Although the radiation level is not as high as your cell phone, it means that its manufacturer has a hideout that likes to play with radiation symbol graffiti."

Xiu En continued.

"Simply put, you can look up radioactive medical waste that should have been buried but was dug up by people. I believe you will be pleasantly surprised."

Before Hugh Hughes could finish speaking, Barry's cell phone rang in his pocket.

The words "Singer" were flashing on the screen, as if a hand might reach out and strangle the late forensic officer at any moment.

"Oh my god! I'm doomed! Thank... thank you so much, Mr. Xiu En! Let me treat you next time we meet! Definitely!"

This time, there was no time to hide anything. A strong gust of wind mixed with static electricity instantly swept up the fallen leaves and discarded napkins on the ground. When the crumpled piece of paper landed on the ground again, only Xiu En and the old butler who had been silently standing in the windproof position since the beginning were left on the street corner.

Afu subtly straightened his collar, which had been ruffled by the wind, and glanced at his watch.

"It seems Mr. Allen is really in a hurry."

Afu opened the door of the silver sports car with an elegant gesture, as if he were inviting Xiu En to a dinner party rather than going back to the car to continue bragging.

"Your assessment of that depleted uranium metal was brilliant. If I didn't know you were just being picky, I would have thought you studied chemistry at Gotham University."

"Chemistry? No, Afu!"

Xiu En got into the passenger seat.

"That's called taste! That stuff was so awful, I can't forget it even if I wanted to."