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Immediately afterwards, they saw the sheriffs on the street surround them, and then the black one silently rushed out of the sheriffs' ranks and knocked them to the ground, while the blue one stood calmly in place, shooting out a blazing laser from its eyes, slicing the flying drone in two.
Superman's expression was equally serious, his eyes shooting out a fierce light, as if he were about to attack the two people on the screen.
"Where are they?"
“I don’t know,” Diana said, “that’s when we lost them.”
She paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you plan to do?"
"Find them at all costs." Superman said coldly, "The construction of the new society is at its most critical stage of development. Stability is more important than anything else. We cannot allow these two unstable factors to exist."
Chapter 1809 Concern for the Situation
A week after the new Superman disappeared, Gotham...
The sun had just set behind the other side of the city when Gotham's unique night began impatiently. The rumble of steel and the roar of metal sounded like some ferocious beast.
It's a local Gotham sports car. It's not expensive, consumes a lot of fuel, but has a lot of horsepower. After several professional modifications by local racers, its horsepower has more than doubled, and the risk factor has increased by about the same amount.
Undeniably, it's incredibly fast, leaving all Gotham Police Department vehicles far behind before it even crosses the street. Of course, this modification is illegal, so you can't buy this ferocious steel behemoth through official channels, but it's definitely the top choice for thieves desperately needing a high-speed vehicle to evade capture.
The modified sports car roared as it swept through the traffic like a scorching whirlwind, obscuring the rearview mirrors of many cars on the road as it sped past.
The initial sirens of the police chase still lingered around two corners as officers used their radios to track the rampaging gangsters known as "093." In the driver's seat, a bearded man casually gripped the steering wheel, weaving through traffic with one hand, while the other rested on the wheel, a cigar dangling from his lips. A gust of wind blew smoke out the window, his disheveled hair swirling in the wind, a smug smile spreading across his face...
“Boss, I think we’re overestimating ourselves,” the young man in the back seat cautiously suggested. “Listen, we’re in Gotham after all…”
"What are you afraid of? I told you there are no bats around here now." The man was full of confidence: "The information is reliable. Just ten minutes ago, someone saw a bat on Naihe Island. No matter how powerful he is, he's not Superman. He couldn't possibly get here in ten minutes. And those policemen, you saw it too, they can't outrun this little guy at all. What do I have to worry about?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the wildly running beast stopped instantly, as if the reins had been pulled hard, and the horse running at full speed also came to a halt.
No one in the car saw what happened. The man with the cigar only vaguely saw a dark shadow fall from the sky and land in front of his car a second before the incident. With a loud bang, the Mercedes sports car came to a stop, the front of the car was deeply crushed, and the rear of the car was lifted off the ground by inertia, almost overturning.
But a tremendous force prevented the car from flipping over, and all four wheels landed back on the ground. The man's cigar had flown away, and his face slammed into the deployed airbag, hot blood streaming down the side of his head.
But this man had no reverence for God. The blood and pain did not instill fear in him; instead, they fueled his ruthless power. He grabbed the knife, ripped open the airbag, and looked up to see a figure in a blue uniform standing coldly and stiffly in front of their car. The Super Girl's arms were wrapped around her slender waist, which was almost too small to encircle, and her clear emerald green eyes were filled with unquestionable divine majesty. The car's hood was dented and crumpled, with five-fingered handprints still clearly visible, and thick black smoke billowed from the gaps around it.
The younger brother, the "eldest," muttered, "Should we... fight back?"
The man stared at the girl outside the cracked car window, his anger burning. He dramatically opened the car door, pulled out his gun, got out of the car, raised the gun, pointed it at the white-haired super-powered boy's forehead, and cocked it with a "click."
"You cloaked freaks, I don't know what you're doing here..." the man scolded, "but let me tell you, those cowards in Metropolis may be afraid of you, but we Gothamites are not afraid of anyone!"
The girl's golden eyebrows twitched, and she blinked as she looked at the dark muzzle of the gun, her expression seeming to say, "Okay, then shoot here."
The man pulled the trigger. The firing pin ignited the primer, the gunpowder ignited, and the heat released propelled the bullet into the chamber.
The girl could clearly see every step of the bullet leaving the barrel—almost every step was enough to make a dozen or so movements—but she just stood there motionless.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The man covered his face with his hands, screaming in pain. The gun fell to the ground, and shrapnel cut his face. The Supergirl looked helplessly at the man writhing in agony. "Why do you always like to play with things you don't even understand?"
Unlike her brother, the two entourage in the car had already given up the idea of resisting as soon as she landed. Taking advantage of the fact that the man had attracted the Super Girl's attention, they slid out of the car and ran quickly to the sidewalk.
But they had only taken a few steps when they collapsed to the ground one after another. Almost invisible black fibers wrapped around their ankles, lifting them six or seven meters high, hanging them upside down in the air. Turning around, Supergirl saw Huntress crouching on the rooftop, watching her movements. Her purplish-black cloak not only fluttered in the moonlight but also appeared mysterious and commanding against the backdrop of the night.
The huntress caught the two who were trying to escape, then turned and disappeared behind the eaves.
Kara quickly finished clearing the area and flew onto the roof, handing control over to the arriving police. Helena remained motionless, seemingly waiting for her.
“I can handle these two people for now,” Kara said, clearly very unhappy that her affairs had been interfered with.
“In theory, this land belongs to me,” Helena said with a sigh of relief.
This makes sense: superhumans typically don't interfere in Gotham City's affairs. Kara remained silent, her gaze unconsciously fixed on the distance.
“You’re still worried about him?” Helena softened her tone slightly. “I know you’ve been coming to Gotham almost every day lately, trying to find any clues.”
Kara hugged herself and nodded. "I scanned almost the entirety of Gotham, down to the atomic level... But all I tracked that day was spatial energy signals. But I think he's alright; he might have just been transported somewhere else, to another planet or another world..."
She covered her face.
"Oh, Rao, I was just... too worried. He cared about me before, said he would protect me, and I... I wasn't good to him either, it's all my fault, I should have been with him back then..."
A cold night wind swept across the rooftops, and her bright red cloak fluttered in the wind, like a large coat tightly wrapping around half of her body.
“He’s fine,” Helena said softly.
"how do you know?"
"I just know"
Kara looked at her usually aloof teammate with a hint of surprise. She suddenly realized that this was the gentlest tone she had ever heard from Elena.
“We’re already trying our best to analyze the spatial signals left behind at the battlefield. We’ll figure out where it went and then bring it back,” Helena said. “And don’t forget… Oh, right, it’s lunchtime now. I haven’t had dinner yet because I’ve been busy all day. What about you?”
"No." Kara was caught off guard.
“Great, then we can be together. You’re on my turf, so it’s on me.” Helena said excitedly, her attitude making Kara even doubt whether she was a gloomy huntress.
Helena then asked, "Do you eat romantic national cuisine?"
"Sigh...it's all the same."
“Great! Then we can go to Christina’s French Kitchen.” “It’s not far from here.”
Carla blinked twice: "Chris...wait, is this a branch of a Michelin-starred restaurant headquartered in Paris?"
"Hmm, have you eaten?"
Carla shook her head. She didn't know much about upscale restaurants, but she'd heard Ms. Grant mention them. She knew it was a glamorous, high-class establishment frequented by prominent figures, where even someone like Ms. Grant couldn't always get a reservation. It seemed to only accept reservations a week or more in advance, and it wasn't the kind of pub you could just show up at any time.
"But I heard that this restaurant might not have any seats available unless you make a reservation in advance..."
“Oh, don’t worry,” Helena said with a smile, “I believe they still have room.”
Chapter 1810 Star-Rated Restaurant
As Helena followed Carla into the legendary Romantic restaurant, known for employing celebrities, Carla couldn't help but marvel at its grandeur. It was a quaint French building, its neon sign on the lawn gleaming, visible from afar. A Romantic man in a tuxedo, his thick, pristine white shirt smiling, greeted her at the entrance.
As soon as she entered, she was greeted by the luxurious atmosphere of the upscale restaurant and the smiling waiters. Kara looked around and found that the restaurant was already packed: every table was occupied by elegant guests in formal attire, and there didn't seem to be a single empty seat. She couldn't understand how Helena could be so sure there would be empty seats.
However, she soon realized this. The waiter tried to explain that he was sorry, but they were full and asked them to go somewhere else, but Helena just tossed him a gleaming gold card... So, the waiter swiped the card, and less than a minute later, the manager himself came out from inside, all smiles, and said, "Ms. Wayne's visit is certainly incomplete without seats. Please, two of you, have these seats."
Kara blinked in surprise and followed them upstairs, stunned. She had never received such generous treatment from nobles before, and she was amazed by the benefits that the small gold card Helena had shown her had brought her.
The manager seated them at a window on the second floor, overlooking the brightly lit Gotham Bridge. He explained that this was the restaurant's best spot, usually reserved for the most distinguished guests who arrived unexpectedly... such as the Miss Wayne Group.
Kara, as a VIP, suddenly felt awkward, like a country girl just arriving in the city... or a farm girl from Kansas. But Helena clearly knew the situation well. She deftly flipped through the menu the manager had handed her and, in a quick but tactful tone, announced a long list of dishes that made Kara uncomfortable, while also clearly stating that certain top-quality ingredients were required. No matter how much Kara insisted, the manager just nodded repeatedly, saying, "Of course, of course, that's a must," behaving like a Wayne Enterprises employee.
Finally, the waiter left with the menu, and the manager went to open and prepare it himself. Kara then said somewhat awkwardly, "There's no need to make everything so formal... I think it's fine to just grab something to eat."
“That won’t do. This is the first time I’ve invited you as a guest. I have to act like a hostess.” Helena smiled with relief after her initial confusion.
The chefs' speed was also impressive: Helena ordered a whole host of dishes that tested their culinary skills, and the chefs quickly prepared them. Before long, the table was full of people, and the manager even personally poured them the finest Cargo ice wine.
“Ice wine from the Automotive Country, my personal favorite.” Helena raised her glass, took an elegant sip, and said, “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t mind,” Kara thought. “How could I object to something I’ve never seen before?”
Although Helena has always been portrayed as a fierce hunter, giving the impression of a quiet, action-oriented person, it must be said that she can be quite talkative when she wants to. She seems to know everything about various industries and can easily strike up a conversation with anyone; calling her a socialite wouldn't be an exaggeration.
During the rest of the meal, Carla first gave detailed comments on the ingredients, origin, and calories of each dish, repeatedly telling her stomach, "I know nothing about anything you're saying," before continuing to recount news and anecdotes related to her work. But intentionally or unintentionally, something she didn't mention captivated Carla, as if nothing had happened.
Finally, as dinner was drawing to a close, Carla couldn't help but whisper, "Of course, you really care about him, don't you?"
Helena was slightly taken aback. "What?"
“You’re acting so strangely,” Kara said seriously, setting aside the heavy sterling silver cutlery. “You’re trying to distract me, relieve my stress, and lighten your own burden at the same time… Maybe you don’t realize it, but even you, right now, want to talk to someone.”
She paused for a moment, then looked at Helena through her thick glasses. "You just can't find anyone to confide in, can you?"
Helena's pale hand, holding the wine glass, hovered on the table for a moment before she carefully put it down and remained silent for a long time.
She told herself that she was only doing this to appease the Super Girl and alleviate her anxiety a little... But perhaps Kara was right; she was doing this to make herself feel better as well.
Maybe she just needed someone to talk to.
"Do you think... you're worried about him?" Helena subconsciously looked away, feeling like a guilty thief.
“Of course.” Kara nodded seriously. “That’s right, isn’t it? Xu Fu used to worry about you a lot and would mention you to me from time to time. I know you two are very good friends. He said you are a very good person, but sometimes you are hard to understand and difficult to get along with.”
Helena looked up in surprise and met the other person's emerald eyes.
Those eyes were so pure and clear; she remembered seeing them not long ago in the eyes of that Kryptonian boy, 093, who had already passed away.
It turned out that this naive girl's concern for Xu Fu stemmed solely from her longing for a good friend; she hadn't considered any other possibilities. Looking into those innocent eyes, Helena felt a pang of guilt.
“You say you think it’s your fault,” Helena stared at the table, “but no, it’s my fault.”
“You’ve done your best.” Kara shook her head. “You were there, you did everything you could. What could you have done wrong?”
What other problems could there be? Helena smiled bitterly to herself. "I was supposed to be the league's strategist, but at the league's most critical moment, I've let myself get caught in a whirlpool of chaotic emotions. My hot-tempered decisions have led everyone step by step into a minefield, constantly making things worse..."
And then I fell in love with your boyfriend.
But how could she say such things? Looking at her companion's innocent yet puzzled expression, Helena couldn't help but smile and shake her head.
Fortunately, Kryptonians can't read minds in the sunlight.
Helena tilted her head back, downed a full glass of ice wine, and said meaningfully, "That boy was lucky to have met you, Karazor."
Kara shook her head uncertainly.