The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2279 Gotham Music Chapter (8)

Chapter 2279 Gotham Music Festival (XVIII)

Facts have proved that whenever you come into contact with Superman, you will be the only one who suffers. Although it was Peter who knocked Clark into the water, Peter was also hit head-on by the locomotive. He screamed on the spot, fell into the water and started spitting bubbles.

Clark was stunned again after being hit, but at least he saw Peter struggling in front of him and picked him up.

But Natasha's revenge was not yet complete. The female agent held a water gun in each hand and sprayed Clark fiercely. Clark had no choice but to slap the water surface with his hand, raising a curtain of water. He took this opportunity to take Peter to the corridor of the locker room.

Peter coughed violently a few times, spat out a mouthful of water, and shook his head vigorously. The two of them squatted behind the pillars in the locker room corridor, thinking about how to break through the blockade of the water gun battle.

But worse things happened soon after, and two figures walked up the stairs. Peter took a closer look and found that they were Stark and Captain America, but not the Stark he was familiar with, but the evil version.

The two of them were discussing something very intensely. Even if Peter couldn't hear it, he could roughly guess that it was about questions like the distinction between good and evil, means and methods, etc.

The two were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't hear Bruce and Selina's reminders. The moment their figures appeared in front of the gap, they were both soaked.

Steve and Stark stood there blankly, as if they didn't quite understand what water was. After reacting, Stark took a deep breath and the symbiote armor was instantly armed.

But the next second, Stark was caught by Steve and thrown back. He shook his finger at Stark and said, "Only a coward would use a real gun in a water gun fight. Don't let me look down on you."

After calming down from his anger for a moment, Stark made the same mistake that all Starks in the universe would make. He pointed the hand of the symbiote armor at the swimming pool next to him, absorbing the bullet while saying, "I'll let them know what hell is like."

Steve snorted with a smile, picked up the shield, and with a whoosh, the shining star-spangled shield flew in through the gap, and with a bang, it hit the nearest water gun. The pipe under the fountain wall was bent, and the nozzle stood up towards this side. When the strong water stream sprayed towards this side, Spider-Man, who had spider sense, dodged instantly.

The Robins were in trouble and ran back through the gap they had just taken. They fled in all directions, and Stark, who was standing in the middle, was splashed. He had to use his arms to block the water and cursed Steve amid the sound of the water gun.

Suddenly he felt the water flow disappear, and Scarlet Witch's roar came from the side, "Just have a water fight, no smashing things!"

After two consecutive defeats, the Robins had to start discussing tactics among themselves. Then they saw a Batman walking towards the bar, and another Batman came up the stairs. Now there were three Batmen at the bar.

"Oh my god." Nightwing exclaimed, "I never thought I would see three Batmen in my life! Three!"

"We have three Batmen," Tim said, "but we can't beat a bunch of Spider-Boys!"

"Don't count on Batman." Jason raised his voice, glancing over at the bar. "Don't count on Batman for anything involving guns. He's a terrible shot."

Red Hood and Red Robin looked at each other. They knew that Batman didn't use guns, so they didn't know how good Batman's shooting skills were. After all, usually, Batman didn't have any occasions to use guns other than real guns.

Red Robin looked down at the water gun in his hand again. It looked as cool as an alien weapon, with yellow and purple colors, dark green magazine, and a lot of decorations that looked like energy pipes.

If Batman picks up a gun with this style of painting one day, it will be difficult to tell whether it shoots out water or Omega rays.

After imagining the scene, Red Robin shuddered and said, "No, it's too scary."

Selina was a little curious, because she had never seen Bruce use a gun. She leaned on the bar, propped her temple with her hand and asked, "Your shooting skills are terrible, is it true? It's hard to imagine that you are from Gotham."

"Not too bad." Bruce answered truthfully, "I can use my stealth skills to get within ten steps and hit the target with a shotgun."

"That's bad. Have you ever fired live ammunition?"

"of course."

"At the range?"

"almost."

Selina sneered, showing a very rude and mocking expression, she put her arms around Bruce's neck, kissed him hard on the face and said, "Honey, don't tell him you've been to the shooting range, otherwise you will be despised by everyone in Gotham, my penthouse star."

"Are you drunk?" Bruce muttered. "There's nothing to be proud of in going out on the street and shooting people."

"But the shooting feedback from targets and people is completely different." Selina poured the last sip of wine down her throat, still hugging Bruce and saying, "I don't have my own gun. Guns and bullets are very expensive, but I have stolen other people's guns and injured two unlucky guys who wanted to chase me. That thing is really powerful. The moment you pull the trigger, you will feel that your brain is about to explode with dopamine."

"Who's the psychopath now?"

"It's not because of the blood and screams, it's just because this thing is much more convenient than cold weapons. When you accidentally switch from using a dagger and a whip to using a gun, you will feel like you can shoot God."

"Then why don't you keep using it?"

"I'm a thief, not a robber." Selina muttered and then said, "Compared to guns, silencers are too backward in technology. The sound hurts my ears. I hate noisy things."

"Then it seems I should shut up."

Selina laughed and fell into Bruce's arms. Bruce hugged her and kissed her forehead gently. Selina leaned in his arms, turned her head, and looked up into Bruce's eyes.

Suddenly she sat up, as if she had thought of something, and said, "Where's Elsa? She hasn't been moving for ten minutes, right?"

Bruce froze as well, and immediately jumped off the bar stool. As the two of them walked toward the water park, Selina couldn't help but hold her forehead and said, "Is this the horror of married life? Although we're not married yet, if every romance is interrupted by a disappearing child, I can't imagine how boring we'll become in 10 years."

"When you have a child, most of the fun in life comes from that child."

They originally wanted to go through the door, but it was indeed faster to go through the gap that was created before, so they decided to take a gamble and cross through there before the two sides started fighting again.

It was obvious that they lost the bet, because Stark rushed over without knowing the consequences and began to indiscriminately attack everyone with the water cannon in his hand, which aroused public anger.

So the water gun battle changed from a multiplayer competition between the two sides to a boss battle. Both Spider-Man and Robin began to chase Stark all over the field. Even in the end, Natasha and Steve joined in, because Stark even attacked them.

Bruce and Selina were each hit by a water cannon, but because they were worried that Elsa didn't have time to argue with Stark, they passed under the slide and saw Wanda holding Elsa playing in the pool.

Elsa sat in the water and Wanda sat opposite her. The two were playing the simplest clapping game. Wanda was singing an unknown song and they clapped to the rhythm. Elsa was very quiet, even though there were at least three children's slides right next to her mouth.

"Is it because our original education method was wrong?" Selina asked doubtfully, "Should we be more gentle? Or should we just hire a kindergarten teacher?"

Bruce looked at it for a long time and said, "It's possible that some people just get along better with children."

They stood there watching Elsa and Wanda play for a long time, and then Wanda noticed that Elsa's parents came over. Like a real kindergarten teacher, she touched Elsa's head and then sent her back to Bruce and Selina.

Bruce and Selina, like real parents, exchanged a few polite words with Wanda about Elsa, then turned around and left with Elsa in their arms.

"When Wanda said that Elsa was cute and sensible, I saw your expression and almost couldn't hold it in." Bruce said, "You have to practice well, because Elsa will have a parent-teacher meeting soon."

Selina still felt a little strange. She picked up Aisha, wiped the water off her face, turned to Bruce and said, "Maybe people who have truly studied early childhood education are different. I've never seen Aisha stay quiet for so long."

"Of course I can't!" Elsa begins.

They were both stunned for a moment, and then they remembered that Aisha could speak now, although not particularly fluently, but could already speak in sentences.

"Then why did you sit there for so long?" Bruce asked.

But Aisha rolled her eyes and said, "Because I can't beat her."

Bruce and Selina were both speechless. It seemed that they should have found someone who could hold Elsa down. So far, the two of them together could not hold down the running Elsa.

They took Elsa back to the bar and ordered a glass of juice for her. At this time, the water gun war in the water park had reached a white-hot stage. Somehow, White Can had convinced the Spider-Men and now they were a team.

Steve and Natasha naturally joined the Robins' faction. Wanda was called away by someone, and Clark began to act as the referee of this new war.

At this moment, Natasha's cell phone left on the bar rang. The female agent seemed to have heard the voice from the headset. She rushed back quickly and answered the phone in a hurry without even having time to wipe the water off her body.

"Hey, what's going on? Okay, I'll be right there."

Bruce wanted to ask what was wrong, but Natasha didn't even look at him. She ran downstairs as fast as she could and opened the door of Schiller's bedroom.

Schiller was now lying on the bed vomiting.

Natasha was stunned. She hurried over to help Schiller up, but perhaps because Schiller's digestive organs were gray fog, he didn't actually vomit anything.

Natasha asked in disbelief, "What's going on?"

Schiller replied with a look of despair: "...I may be seasick."

(End of this chapter)