hotmtlnovel Chapter 2492: Battle for the Cloak (48)
Chapter 2492: Battle for the Cloak (48)
Chapter 2492: Battle for the Cloak (Forty-Eight)
Gordon was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but he could hear the sound of a radio intermittently in his ears. It was the only device that could allow him to hear news from the outside world, and it was broadcasting news about the Claw Killer.
Gordon breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the family of four was successfully rescued from the house and that the little girl who was targeted by the murderer only had a cut on her leg and was not in danger of life.
But when he heard that they still hadn't caught the dangerous murderer, Gordon clenched the sheets tightly with a painful expression on his face. When he heard that the police officer in charge of the arrest was Ge Yin, Gordon looked dazed again.
He remembered that this girl knew nothing when she first came to the police station, but she was very smart and learned quickly. He would never forget that Ge Yin, who finally became the police chief, cried by his bed and said that she could not find the person who shot him.
Of course she couldn't find it.
Gordon turned his head and looked at the group photo placed on the bedside table. There were four people in it, namely Gordon, Bruce, and the Waynes.
He was also unable to find the murderer who killed the Waynes.
He had it all to blame.
Holding the radio tightly again, Gordon used the only hand he could move to change the station, wanting to listen to the whole thing again on another radio program. This was the only thing he could do while lying in bed, and it was also the only thing Bruce asked him to do.
How was this not a punishment? He hadn't been able to find the man who had killed the boy's parents, and now they couldn't find the man who had hurt him, and he was paralyzed in bed, unable to do anything.
With a click, the door opened and Bruce brought in the meal. After adjusting the backrest, he put the plate on the small table and let Gordon eat by himself with his movable arm.
The food smelled delicious and was obviously carefully prepared instead of just sloppily prepared. Bruce took very good care of him and every aspect of his food, clothing, housing and transportation was impeccable.
Gordon understood that it was because he had already received enough punishment, leaving a man who had a sense of justice and tried his best to turn the situation around to lie in bed in a daze, listening to more and more criminal incidents and bad news about the criminals not being caught on the radio, but could only sigh with regret.
Gordon is being slowly killed by this kind of life, and he knows who is the murderer behind all this?
"Uncle, give me the radio. You've listened to it long enough today." Bruce leaned over and tried to take the radio from Gordon's hand, but Gordon's hand was tightly grasping the handle of the radio.
But he was just a paralyzed patient in bed after all. The range of movement of his arms was limited and he didn't have enough strength. The radio was still taken away. Gordon just stared at Bruce blankly.
Bruce's face looked pale and very tired in the dim light. He had indeed lived the best of this kind of life.
From being a rich young master to being an orphan whose parents died and who had no property, he had to start from scratch. This was like falling from heaven to hell, but he did not give up on himself. He kept working hard to live and took good care of the benefactor who adopted him.
Who could blame him?
Therefore, Gordon would never say that when he passed through that alley that night, he actually saw the figure of the murderer who shot him. That person was not a brutal villain at all, but just a skinny kid.
Clark stumbled back to the shelter, but there was no place for him and he didn't want to take up places with the truly pitiful people, so he asked the staff at the shelter where Spider-Man came from.
When Spider-Man came, he was wearing a school uniform. The staff at the shelter knew which school he was from. However, this school often has students coming to volunteer, so the staff were not surprised.
He just reminded Clark that it would be best not to disturb him. There are indeed some people here who know how to be grateful. They think that since someone has helped them, they should try their best to give back. However, such behavior often does not lead to good results. After all, no one wants a homeless person to wait for them at the school gate.
Fortunately, the staff thought Clark looked good and was probably just in trouble, so they finally told him the address of the school.
It took Clark half an hour to walk a distance that Spider-Man could walk in 10 minutes. Except that his physical fitness was no different from that of ordinary humans, Batman's words kept echoing in his mind, lingering for a long time and affecting his thinking.
Finally they were almost at the school. Clark could see the school sign. It was time to go home. There were too many people at the main entrance, and there were all kinds of cars picking up students from school blocking the view. Clark felt that he might not be able to see Spider-Man clearly, so he decided to go around to the alley on the side, where the view was better.
But as soon as he walked over, he saw a group of people rushing towards the back alley with great momentum. Clark knew at a glance that something bad was going to happen, so he also hurried to the back.
Sure enough, as soon as Clark stuck his head out from the corner, he saw the group of people surrounding a thin figure in the corner, pushing and shoving, and cursing.
The other party didn't seem to want to resist, but just kept trying to escape from the gap between the two people. How could Clark tolerate such a thing? He roared at the other side and rushed up directly.
This group of people was Thompson and Spider-Man. Spider-Man had no way and no possibility to bring Jason here. Thompson certainly knew that he couldn't do it. He didn't think that poor little Peter could order the strong man around several times. He was lucky last time, but this time he came to cause trouble for Peter.
Knowing that Peter would not be able to bring anyone here, he had a legitimate reason to bully him, so as soon as the get out of class was over, he carried Peter to the back of the school.
He would not let Peter off easily this time, because the strong man had beaten him really hard last time, so he had to fight back.
Just as Thompson raised his fist to hit Peter, a strong man rushed over. He thought it was the man with a scar on his face whom he met that day. He was so scared that he pissed his pants and hit himself against the wall.
As a result, the force of the collision on his body was not very strong. Thompson was a football player after all, and he could test the opponent's strength and skills through the force and angle of the collision. It would be more accurate to say that the opponent knocked him down by relying on his size rather than knocking him down.
Thompson turned around and saw a handsome face, but the weakness and paleness on the face were too obvious.
Where did this homeless person come from? Thompson obviously noticed that Clark's clothes were not clean enough and he was wearing shoes issued by the shelter. He looked like a homeless person who had been drugged.
Looking more closely, isn't this the one I picked up and threw into the trash can this morning?
Thompson was no longer afraid immediately, because he knew that although some of the homeless people looked big and seemed to be gang members, they were hungry and had no adequate nutrition. In a fight, they would only be violent and ruthless without any skills, so they were no match for him at all.
Thompson swung a punch and Clark was knocked to the ground with a bang, but he still got up from the ground and relied on his size advantage to press Thompson against the wall.
Thompson's brothers were no pushovers either. They were mostly members of the football team. They came up and pulled Clark away, threw him to the ground, and rushed over to beat him up.
Spider-Man was stunned. He shouted, "Clark! Why are you here?! Run!"
At this time, several henchmen made way. Spider-Man could definitely run away, but he couldn't just leave Clark here alone.
Just as he was about to go over to save Clark, Thompson stood in front of him. Thompson clenched his fist and said, "Good boy, it's your friends again. Do you think I'm afraid of you just because you brought these losers with you?"
The spider sense activated and Thompson punched Spider-Man in the side of the face. Spider-Man didn't have time to dodge because he had been paying attention to Clark's situation.
The punch didn't hurt very much. After gaining mutant powers, his resistance to blows became much stronger. But what really made Spider-Man furious was that this group of people had been beating Clark who was lying on the ground.
Clark's condition was already not good, and if he was beaten like this again, his life might be in danger. They were going too far!
In the past, Peter was unwilling to argue with them because although they would bully Peter, it was mostly verbal ridicule. They would basically do nothing when they cornered him, just push him a few times and laugh a few times. When they beat Peter, they would at most kick him a few times when he ran away, and things did not develop to the point of physical injury.
But after Thompson was beaten, he was obviously very angry and completely lost his composure in his actions. He didn't realize that he might be killing someone. This was completely beyond Spider-Man's tolerance limit.
He took a deep breath, tried to relax his fist, and punched Thompson lightly, praying desperately in his heart not to use too much force. He couldn't control himself well at the moment, and a slight mistake would lead to a tragedy.
With a bang, Thompson was knocked flying. Fortunately, he only flew more than two meters away. Although it seemed that his cheekbone was broken, at least his brain was intact and no brain matter flowed out.
Spider-Man breathed a sigh of relief, but the others were stunned. They stood there in a daze, looking at Spider-Man as if he were a monster.
Spider-Man didn't care about anything else and rushed over to help Clark up, then dragged Clark away in a hurry, as if he was the one who was knocked away.
Fortunately, all the followers were concerned about Thompson's condition, allowing the two of them to escape successfully.
As soon as he ran out, Spider-Man breathed a sigh of relief. He put Clark in the corner and found that his mouth was bleeding and his eyes were bruised. When he lifted his clothes, he saw that his whole body was covered with bruises from being beaten.
Spider-Man was angry and sad, and couldn't help but ask: "Why did you come here? Don't you know you are sick now?"
"I just wanted to come see you."
"Then why did you rush up?"
This question stunned Clark. He stared at Spider-Man, and Spider-Man stared at him. After the two of them stared at each other for dozens of seconds, Clark said in disbelief: "Why should I rush forward? Of course it's to save you!"
"But you are still sick, and you can't save me!"
"Then can I just stand there and watch?!" Clark said in disbelief, "You mean I saw you being bullied by a group of people... No, not just you, but an ordinary high school student being surrounded by a group of strong men, pushed and insulted, and I should just stand there and watch?!"
"Then you have never thought about your own physical condition..."
"Where do I have the time to think?!" Clark raised his voice and said, "After seeing this, can I spend ten minutes to think about my physical condition, whether I have any pain or discomfort, and calmly analyze the possibility of saving you and not hurting myself, and then rush to save you?"
Clark collapsed and said, "Am I crazy, or is this world crazy?!"
(End of this chapter)