Counterattack Into a Male God

Ji Yanzhi still suppressed his bloodthirsty impulse, and let Clark start to teach these ten little bastards.

After all, one of Ji Yan's shots is either death or injury. Although it can show that he is very good, has the ability to protect himself and others, but to be honest, it will inevitably reveal the shortcomings of her being too cold and hard.

God knows, apart from crossing the road and dislikes helping old ladies, he is also considered a promising young man who loves life, is eager to help others, and pays attention to the five virtues and four virtues. How can it be bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty, cruel and cruel. The original body must have affected him.

Clark quickly solved the punks.

After all, Superman is a superman, he will not bully the weak, and he truly regards the earth as his second hometown. Even in the fight against crime, such as the gangsters who are bullying women in front of them, they are not killing people, but breaking their hands and feet, and rest for a period of time will be better.

Ji Yanzhi frowned, and just wanted to say,'Is it possible to let them go this way, will it be cheaper?' When a few playing cards flew over from nowhere, like a sharp blade, they cut through a dozen or so small gangsters in an instant. Throat, without exception. A dozen gangsters convulsed one after another, but died of breathlessness in about half a minute.

"Ah, it's murdered."

The young girl who was protected by Ji Yanzhi screamed.

Ji Yanzhi felt very upset, and yelled, "Shut up."

"Who? Come out."

Clark's face suddenly turned cold, and he looked around.

"Beware of the Owl Court, keep watch on your travels. Look at Gotham City from a dark place, hidden in the low-walled attic. He lives at home, and he lives in the bed and bed. Don't mention his name, the Talon General You found it."

The guy hiding in the dark deliberately squeezed his throat and sang a weird Tong Yao in a childish tone. He turned to act like a narrator and began to explain: "You know? In the gloomy city of Gotham, there is such a Legend. At night, there will be night walkers. They are the rulers of Gotham City. Anyone who violates their wishes will be torn apart by their claws. Even the Wayne family, one of the four major families Same thing."

Ji Yanzhi lazily yawned: "After talking so much, I still didn't dare to show up. Owl Court, ha, don't you know that in addition to owl activities at night, there are bats and mice living in the gutter. My The suggestion is, what would happen if the Owl Court was changed to the Cultivated Mouse Brothers? I think it fits you, a guy who only dared to hide in the dark and act as a sneak attack."

"Damn bastard, I'm going to kill you."

After being run on by Ji Yanzhi, the man seemed very irritable. But if he is only fit to hide in the gutter, the guy who hides his head and his tail actually shouts the most arrogant words, but still doesn't show his face.

Ji Yanzhi sneered. In fact, when the playing cards were shot, Ji Yanzhi had already noticed it. But he didn't move. In addition to guessing that the guy who shot the cards was targeting those gangsters, he also believed that Clark had the ability to protect himself.

He didn't take the guy who shot the cards very seriously, even if that guy looked very powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, but Ji Yanzhi believed in his own strength. Even if Ji Yanzhi loses his memory, he doesn't know who he is, and he is vague about the past, but Ji Yanzhi intuitively believes that he is very powerful, and he doesn't look harmless like his appearance.

He is fearless and invincible.

Ji Yanzhi twitched his jaw. He found that he was impatient and would always hide his head and tail and dare not show up. The guy who had been stubbornly there, turned his head and placed his gaze on it. He was probably in a bad mood. Of Superman.

"Clark, it's not your fault. Who knew that the rat in the gutter would take the lives of these little gangsters in such a tricky way."

Clark turned to look at Ji Yanzhi, who was organizing language to try to comfort him, and took off his glasses.

"Help me watch this, and protect this... er, the lady who has passed out?" Clark handed the framed glasses to Ji Yanzhi, and then pulled on his clothes, revealing the tight belt with an'S' painted on his chest. The cloak is also the superman outfit worn outside the underwear.

Ji Yanzhi was speechless, and wanted to complain about the superhuman equipment, but he was afraid of hurting Clark’s good brother’s heart. Ji Yanzhi simply closed his mouth and put the framed glasses belonging to Clark into his jacket pocket. , He began to hold his head in his hands and watched Clark, who had turned into Superman, ran towards the guy hiding in the dark.

The guy was wrapped in cloth, but it smelled like silt.

No, he is silt.

Clark tore open the strip of cloth covering him, revealing a body covered in silt.

"Mudface."

Almost instantly, Ji Yanzhi had this name in his mind. It's strange that Ji Yanzhi didn't think about it, but he suddenly jumped out. This makes Ji Yanzhi think that maybe he had been in contact with, or knew about, the ‘mud face’ before.

Here comes the question. He was a minor, how did he learn about the villain character'Mudface' who only works in Gotham City.

Unless Ji said, no, the original owner is from Gotham City.

Then the problem comes again. If Ji Yanzhi is from Gotham City and is also making explosions in Gotham City, the terrifying villain clown should also know him. And if the clown knew him, he would not say anything to Ji Yanzhi that made Ji Yanzhi want to hit someone.

So, Ji Yanzhi finally concluded that he should not be from Gotham City.

Hey, he still insists on seeing him and thinks he is an authentic mixed-race.

Ji Yanzhi stopped thinking and focused on Clark who was fighting with a mud face.

As Superman, Clark naturally can fly. As the whole body covered his mud face with silt, he could only use his good defensive power to prevent Clark wearing a superman suit from attacking from below.

It can be said that this battle is the upper hand of the superman incarnation of Clark. Ji Yanzhi did not intervene and watched intently. At this moment, three bat darts suddenly flew out, and they pierced accurately on the chest of the mud face close to the heart.

The strength was very strong, and as soon as it entered, the mud face began to flow yellow, like an abscess-like blood.

Ji Yanzhi raised his brows.

"The guy who picked up the cheap came running."

Ji Yanzhi squinted his eyes to the sky. But doesn’t it mean that where Batman appears, there must be a sky bat signal? Why didn't he see the bat signal light when he subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the sky?

The empty alleys seemed exceptionally quiet under the cover of night. Gothic style building with pointed roof. And above the pointed roof, Batman Bruce Wayne, wearing a black bat style and a bat eye mask, is standing on it.

"Batman."

Clark stopped his attack on the mudface and floated in the air, looking across the air with Batman Bruce Wayne.

"Superman." Bruce put his hands around his chest and nodded coolly with Clark. "He is mud-faced and I am hunting him down."

"What crime did he commit?" Clark asked habitually.

With one hand on his cheek, Bruce replied deeply, "Does it count to escape from the Arkham Asylum?"

"Eh? Arkham Asylum?"

The Arkham Asylum can be understood as an abnormal human research center. It is not mental patients but various extremely dangerous criminals with high intelligence. For example, the clown TheJoker, the clown girl "Harley Quinn", "Bain", "Penguin", "Double-faced", "Riddler", "Scarecrow", "Poison Ivy", "Mr. Frozen" , "Killer Crocodile", "Clay Face", "Mad Hatter", etc., can be said to have concentrated most of the villain BOSS in the DC universe world.

It can be said that the Arkham lunatic asylum that holds such high-IQ criminals, the Wayne Manor and the Wayne Tower are all well-known buildings in Gotham City. There is also a bat cave, but it seems that the bat cave was secretly built by Bruce and is unknown to the public.

"I said you have enough. This is not the time for you disgusting justice people to meet each other to say hello and chat."

The mud face roared angrily, looking very angry. In fact, this mud-faced boy is indeed very angry.

As a villain who haunts Gotham City, the mud-faced body can be transformed into a weapon of any shape, soft and penetrating any object, hard or as solid as a rock, and can also become anyone, immune to all cold weapons, and cannot be killed. die.

However, the disadvantage is that every time the mud face undergoes transformation, its inner self will disappear a little, and will disappear completely in the end. It can be said that Mud Face is actually very sad. He can become anyone, but at the same time he is nothing. He has lost his memory now. Even the Batman who is standing on the pointed roof posing Pose and pretending to be cool is actually his. Ji Yanzhi, who his biological father didn't know, still had to be sad.

At the very least, Ji Yanzhi doesn't care if he has the memory of his original body. Anyway, depending on his almighty boss's attributes and past memories, Ji Yanzhi can live very well.

Mud Face transformed his arms covered with mud into an extremely hard sword, and began to attack.

No, maybe it's not called an attack, but a sneak attack. Because the mud face unexpectedly did not attack Batman standing on the pointed roof and Superman floating in the air. Instead, he launched an attack towards Ji Yanzhi.

Unexpectedly, the extremely hard sword shot at Ji Yanzhi quickly. Superman Clark's face changed suddenly, but it was too late, and finally he could only believe that Ji Yanzhi could escape the attack and issued a reminder.

"Damian, be careful!"

Ji Yanzhi didn't move, he stood still and didn't move. The sword that appeared to be incomparably hard and came towards the gate of Ji Yanzhi's face stopped advancing at a position only about a millimeter away from the gate of Ji Yanzhi's face.

Ji Yanzhi nodded his eyebrows and let go of his fingers.

With the palms of both hands facing up, a book with a cover like ink-"The Book of Death" appeared in his hands.

"Dust returns to dust to soil, and what is composed of mud should be disintegrated and returned to where you should go."

Between Xumi, Ji Yanzhi's body began to float around a black substance. The black matter began to quickly wrap around the incomparably hard sword, and in the blink of an eye, it quickly decomposed and corroded the seemingly incomparably hard sword.

At the same time, Ji Yanzhi raised his hand, and countless scalpels that were as thin as cicada wings suddenly appeared and shot at the mudface.

The scalpel that is as thin as a cicada's wings is actually a recombination of black material, so it is extremely corrosive, causing the mud face to suffer a lot of damage.

Mud Face let out a violent scream, he was like a deeply poisoned guy, beginning to convulse.

The mud face's eyes, ears, nose and nose began to rush with brown blood like silt, and it really seemed that it would not last long. In fact, the attack on the mud face was far from the level of loss of life.

Ji Yanzhi continued to attack. He raised his hand again, and the "Death Scripture" disappeared suddenly, replaced by a long sword with cold light, and then approached the mud face and shot towards the mud face's limbs. Suddenly the blade light and cold shadow flickered, and the limbs of the mud face were severed.

The mud face screamed louder now in pain.

"What caused you to have the illusion that I look so bullied?"

Standing on the pointed roof, Batman looks cool with his arms around his chest, his pupils shrinking unconsciously.

"This skill...very powerful."

Batman has already seen that the power that Ji Yanzhi possesses is very unique, others cannot easily imitate it, and the super agility and dexterity are beyond comparison by Bruce Wayne, the bat who acts as bright as it is true.

Just turning the black matter into a scalpel as thin as a cicada's wings opened Batman's vision.

Superman was not surprised, because from Clark's doorway, he found Ji Yanzhi who was comatose and amnesia, and he was keenly aware that Ji Yanzhi was not as simple and harmless as his appearance. So even at this moment, Ji Yanzhi showed extraordinary power, Clark did not show an expression other than ‘you are so amazing’.

"It's okay."

Clark asked caringly.

"It's okay." Ji Yanzhi said proudly: "He is not enough to hurt me."

Clark smiled and said, "You are still just a child."

Ji Yanzhi turned to chuckle.

At this moment, Batman standing on the pointed roof, like a real bat, landed in front of Ji Yanzhi and Clark. "Are you from the Assassin League?"

"??" Ji Yanzhi tilted his head and expressed his doubts. "What is the Assassin Alliance?"

Clark also explained: "Damian and me are from Metropolis, and I have a job interviewing the Mayor of Gotham City." So it is impossible to have anything to do with the Assassin League in your mouth.

Bruce didn't speak, he glanced at Ji Yanzhi with his arms around his chest. Even if Ji Yanzhi's blankness is not a fake, Bruce still intuitively believes that Ji Yanzhi should be related to the Assassin Alliance.

But when he seriously looked at his appearance as an elf, he fell silent.

I always feel that his appearance is very familiar.

And just when Batman covered up most of his appearance and didn't figure out why he felt that Ji Yanzhi's appearance was familiar, Ji Yanzhi spoke. After he said, ‘I borrowed it, you blocked me from admiring the beauty of the night’, he smiled straight at Clark.

"Go back to the hotel to rest. Anyway, the justice messenger who haunted Gotham City at night has arrived. You can clean up the follow-up, and then go back to the hotel to get some sleep."

Clark stretched out his hand to mess with Ji Yanzhi's golden retriever, and said with a smile: "Tired, let's go back. By the way, Mr. Batman, please send this lady who is still in a coma back to the residence."

After speaking, Clark took Ji Yanzhi into the air and re-entered the room from the third-floor window that came down.

No dream for a night.

In the morning, Ji Yanzhi was wrapped in a quilt like a caterpillar and rubbed it left and right. Then he got out of the quilt and ran to the small bathroom of the hotel room to wash briefly.

Clark has already gone out in a suit and shoes, and intends to spend the whole day today to complete the interview with the Mayor of Gotham City.

Ji Yanzhi didn’t want to disturb the serious work of Clark, so he changed into more casual clothes, went downstairs to eat the free breakfast provided by the innkeeper, and then left the inn and wandered the streets full of Gothic-style buildings. .

Compared with the endless crimes at night, Gotham City during the day is much more peaceful, and due to the holiday, the garden square in the center of the city is full of children's laughter.

Ji Yanzhi found a wooden chair to sit down, half-closed his eyebrows, lazily but with infinite vitality, watching a few children feeding the pigeons on the square with breadcrumbs.

At this moment, a child stumbled towards Ji Yanzhi's direction.

"Brother, here you are." The child walked to Ji Yanzhi and gave him a colorful balloon.

Ji Yanzhi was stunned, but he took the balloon in the next second, smiled and said thank you to the child: "I like it very much, to express my gratitude, I will ask you to eat ice cream." Ji Yanzhi used his free hand. , Led the children to the hawker selling ice cream.

"By the way, I like vanilla ice cream, how about you? Kid!"

"It tastes like chocolate and strawberry." The child said with a sweet smile: "My name is Robin. What about you, brother."

"Me? Damian, my name is Damian."

Ji Yanzhi was dumbfounded for a moment because Robin was relatively popular, but represented the name of Batman's assistant in the DC world.

He vaguely remembered that there was a trumpet Robin next to Batman, who seemed to be Damian Wayne. However, the child seems to be black-haired, and his hair is beautiful white blonde, so Ji Yanzhi should not be named Wayne. Although seriously, Ji Yanzhi’s age in this life is not as good as Damian Wayne’s. Not much.

"I want a vanilla ice cream, a strawberry and chocolate ice cream."

Ji Yanzhi handed the money to the hawker, and then took the child named Robin, sat on the wooden bench by the square, and started to eat ice cream.

"Is my brother visiting Gotham City?" Little Robin asked curiously.

Ji Yanzhi nodded and smiled, and said kindly: "Because my brother came to Gotham City for a business trip, so I came to Gotham City to travel and play."

Little Robin tilted his head and asked curiously: "Where is Brother Damian's house? I've grown up so much and haven't been out of Gotham City yet."

"Metropolis, my home is in the metropolis."

Ji Yanzhi replied almost without thinking, then pointed in a direction and said to Little Robin: "Hey, Little Robin, your family is looking for you."

Little Robin looked back and saw that his parents were really looking for him.

So Little Robin jumped out of his seat, waved at Ji Yanzhi and said, "Brother Damian will be happy next," and ran towards his parents.

Ji Yanzhi lost a smile, scolded a little devil, and regained his lazy posture. Someone is right, Gotham City, guarded by Batman, is indeed funny and charming. Even the children here are extremely cute.

In this way, Ji Yanzhi spent the whole morning on the square watching the children feeding the pigeons.

At noon, Ji Yanzhi found an open-air cafe nearby, ordered a glass of orange juice and an American-style fried chicken set meal, and sat at the street watching the pedestrians coming and going.

After a while, the food ordered by Ji Yanzhi was quickly presented.

Ji Yanyi dipped fries with a little ketchup to eat, while still looking lazily at the pedestrians in a hurry. At this moment, an old man who was obese and dressed like a private investigator suddenly sat across from the table where Ji Yanzhi was.

"Child, are you alone? Mind if I sit at the same table with you."

Ji Yanzhi slowly chewed off the French fries in his mouth and took another sip of orange juice. Then he said: "You have already sat down. I said that I mind. Would you like to get up and leave?"

The obese old man laughed.

"My name is Alfred Peniworth, what is your child's name?"

"Damian. My name is Damian." Ji Yanzhi replied coldly: "Don't ask me what my last name is, I have forgotten it, but in the future I will probably be named Kent, so you can call me Mr. Kent, Or call me Damian."

"Okay Damian, you are so cute. You still look like an angel."

The obese old man is full of love in his eyes at this time. "But to be honest, Damian, you look a bit like an old friend of mine."

"Old friend?" Ji Yanzhi raised his eyebrows pretending to be suspicious: "Perhaps, but I have amnesia and don't know anything about my past. Maybe I have something to do with your old friend, but I don't think this is something. Good thing. After all, this place in Gotham City..."

Ji Yanzhi shrugged: "Someone told me that Gotham City is a very beautiful city, and the people in the city are humorous and funny. I believed this sentence, but when I came to Gotham City with my brother on a business trip, I felt A little disappointed.

Some people are really good. For example, I met the little boy named Robin this morning, but others. Well, anyway, the night in Gotham City is not suitable for going out, because it will put you in danger. After all, there are always a few unblinking punks trying to rob. "

Ji Yanzhi has already guessed the identity of the obese old man, that's why BB has such a long talk.

Alfred Peniworth, isn't he the tireless personal butler, assistant, confidant and surrogate father of Batman-Bruce Wayne?

Ji Yanzhi didn't bother to guess why Alfred Peniworth, the old butler, appeared in front of him. Instinctively told him that this is not a bad thing.