Chapter 2113 Superman's Gotham Adventure (VI)

There are welfare homes in the slums of Gotham, but they only cover three communities in the slums, and two of them are built on streets with better public security.

Of course, better public security is relative. In fact, this area has always been a marginal neighborhood, with only bad and worse comparisons.

One of the orphanages was founded by the Wayne Group, and another was a government welfare project. Clark thought about it and decided to go to a public welfare home first.

According to his experience in Metropolis, the conditions of private welfare homes are generally better. You say that these rich people are doing this to avoid taxes or to win people's hearts, at least they will make the face projects look better. Businessmen always want to spend money on the right things. No matter whether the management system is not very humane, at least the children are raised to be white and fat.

However, some public welfare homes have received less attention, and the screening procedures for community volunteers are not strict enough, and some people often have bad intentions.

Clark doubts whether there are volunteers with good intentions in Gotham, or whether these crazy people are capable of having good intentions. From the current situation, it is not optimistic.

This is an old building isolated on the edge of the community. It looks like it was built in the 1960s and 1970s. There is a faded sign on the door. When Clark landed, he saw a few children playing in the backyard.

He rang the doorbell, but no one answered, so he simply pushed open the iron door and walked in. He thought it would be a good choice to contact the children. Without prior notice, it would be easier to get the truth from them.

Clark had just walked halfway when he heard the children in the backyard chatting.

"Have you sold all the goods? That's terrible. I still have three bags. I have to go out and shout later."

"Who told you to sleep in during the day? The director said that it would be hard to sell them if we don't catch up at a good time. The kids in the orphanage across the street are always fighting for the territory because they are better nutritious than us."

"Stop talking. Wait until I pack these things up. I will go out with you to sell them quickly. We have to get new goods tomorrow."

It sounds like they are selling something. Clark thought that many welfare homes would organize such activities. Basically, they are welfare sales. They sell some handicrafts they made themselves at a relatively high price. The residents of the community buy them and it is considered charity.

Clark moved closer to see what they were selling. As a result, he saw a dazzling orange color just after he turned the corner.

The box was full of orange juice.

Clark squinted his eyes and took a closer look. He found that the packaging of the orange juice in the box was exactly the same as the one he bought before. It was obviously produced by the same factory.

Someone is instigating the orphans in Gotham to sell drugs?

This is a big deal. Clark immediately turned on the camera. Of course, it’s not that he didn’t turn on the camera before, but this time he lowered the angle of the camera a little to avoid taking pictures of the children’s faces.

Clark knew that even in Metropolis, there were born bad people who would not take the right path when there was a choice and would engage in illegal and criminal behavior, but they were a minority after all.

Even if the number of born bad people in Gotham increased tenfold or a hundredfold, it would not be that all the children Clark met were doing this kind of thing. The only possibility is that someone is forcing and instigating them.

Clark adjusted the camera angle and wanted to take a picture of the specific state of the orange juice, but as soon as he took a step forward, he stepped on the soft soil and made a slight sound.

The children in the yard immediately turned their heads and stared in his direction, like a group of disturbed sparrows.

The two older children leaned over and propped themselves on the ground with their legs, like little tigers that would pounce at any time. The younger children were blocked behind them, but they also stared at Clark’s direction with cold eyes. They were as professional as a tactical team.

"Hey, don't get me wrong." Clark came out, put his hands in front of him and said, "I mean no harm, don't be afraid, kids."

The leading boy looked Clark up and down, waved his hand behind him and said, "It's a foreigner."

"I'm a reporter from the Metropolitan Daily Planet newspaper. I want to investigate the ecology of the bottom of Gotham. Are you willing to accept my interview?"

"Reporter?" The leading boy said a little surprised: "Why are you all in Gotham recently? Is it because Bruce Wayne became president? So do you want to say he is good or bad?"

Clark opened his eyes slightly and said, "Has a reporter taught you how to say it?"

The boy turned his head to look at the girl next to him. The girl cleared her throat and said, "They came and then left, it's that simple."

Clark understood that the group of reporters did not interview at all, and even took a photo at the door of the orphanage. The news was made up after they went back.

Clark suddenly found a light in the girl's eyes. Just when she was about to stand up, the boy stopped her and shook his head at her. The girl dropped her arms in disappointment.

"Leave here quickly. You won't get any news you want from here, and we won't tell you anything."

"Okay, I'll leave soon, but I'm a little curious, who gave you these juices?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

After that, the boy stood up and led the children into the house, while the girl directed several people to move the boxes into the house.

Clark followed them and wanted to go into the house with them, but the girl blocked the door, looked up at him with big eyes and said, "I know you must be something special, so Charlie didn't let me do anything to you. He asked you to leave for your own good, otherwise you wouldn't be able to leave."

With a bang, the door was closed. Clark felt that he couldn't force these children like this, so he chose to find another way and flew directly to the second floor and entered through the window.

As soon as he opened the balcony door, he met a pair of bulging eyes.

Clark was startled, but not because of the figure that suddenly appeared behind the door. He knew there was a humanoid object inside, but he didn't expect that this thing was not standing, but hanging on the beam.

There were three people hanging in the room upstairs. When Clark walked in and closed the balcony door, he found that two of them were complete corpses, and one had even begun to rot, and the other was still breathing.

Clark quickly untied the still-living one, poured a basin of water from the sink in the bathroom next to him and threw it on his face, then shook his shoulders vigorously.

The man in the plaid shirt was still a little confused after waking up. After seeing Clark, he was stunned for a moment and said, "Clark, Clark Kent."

"Do you know me?"

"Aren't you a reporter from the Planet Newspaper? I'm Billy from the Metropolitan Evening News. We met before at the Situation Security and News Release Seminar. Don't you remember me?"

Clark was too lazy to mobilize his super brain, so he said, "I have some impression. Why are you here?"

"Those horrible kids kidnapped me, stuffed me into a trash can, and hung me on the ceiling of the room with these two horrible corpses. They left me here to die!"

Billy began to tremble.

"What did you do?"

"I... I just wanted to come here for an interview."

Clark narrowed his eyes and showed a disapproving expression. Obviously, his lie detector function told him that the man was lying.

"Well, our editor-in-chief asked me to make up some news that is unfavorable to Wayne, but the previous few purely fabricated news did not receive a good response, so he asked me to take some plausible photos, and with the help of language guidance, maybe it will become popular."

Clark sighed. No matter how many times, he was deeply disappointed with the industry he was in, but he still said, "How did you get caught by those kids?"

"I walked in, they pretended to be interviewed by me, and then hit me from behind." Billy touched the back of his head and showed a painful expression.

Bang!

Clark knocked Billy unconscious again. As soon as he stood up, he found that the little girl was standing at the door and staring at him.

"You are such a trouble, but it's a pity that we can't kill you." The little girl waved her hand and walked towards the stairs, and Clark followed her.

"Please believe that I am different from these unscrupulous reporters. I really want to help you, so can you tell me who asked you to sell those drugged orange juices?"

The little girl looked back at him, her eyes still cold, but Clark said: "I know I'm a little late, but um... When Batman was still Batman, I thought I should have a certain degree of respect for him, instead of suddenly rushing into his city and doing something reckless."

"But please believe that I didn't come here because Bruce Wayne became president or the city was in the spotlight."

"I believe this because you don't look that stupid."

The little girl went to her room on the second floor, and Clark followed her in. The little girl sat by her bed and said, "But you came at a very unfortunate time. We are very busy recently and have no time to accept your interview."

"Busy selling those orange juices."

The little girl nodded and said, "Don't treat me like those little idiots in Metropolis. We know what we are selling and what it is for, but again, Metropolitans should stay out of Gotham's business. You simply can't understand it all."

"But there must be a reason." Clark knelt down in front of the little girl's bed, looked up at the little girl and said, "If you are willing to explain, maybe I can understand it."

The little girl sighed and said, "Don't you want to know who gave us the orange juice? I can give you a package, maybe you can find the factory."

Then the little girl took out a bag of wrinkled orange juice packaging that had not been emptied from the drawer, stuffed it into Clark's hand, and waved to him and said, "Go, big hero, don't bother us anymore."

Clark had to leave because he was worried that if he stayed any longer, these kids might be in danger.

Although Superman is not a detective, his super vision allows him to see every detail of the city. As long as he finds a transport truck carrying this kind of packaging, he can infer the approximate location of the factory.

This idea is very useful for ordinary found things, but when Clark flew into the sky and started looking, he saw thousands of fights, hundreds of car accidents, hundreds of human-crocodile fights, dozens of people with their heads buried in trash cans, and two thieves stealing public urinals, but he didn't see any transport trucks.

Clark immediately realized that something might be wrong. He turned his head and looked at the orphanage he had come out of before, and then he found that the group of children were moving boxes of orange juice out of the sewer.

Orange Juice