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With two beautiful women pressed against his back, Connors sped from Metropolis overnight in the direction of Gotham.
He had named the Fallen War Horse "Black Smoke." At this time, on Black Smoke's back, because Zatanna behind him was hugging and clinging tighter and tighter, the amplitude of Connors's ability to move back and forth gradually became smaller. But this did not trouble him. Black Smoke was connected with his thoughts and did not need to be directed at all. Although the speed, which was originally only a slight bump, did not change, the degree of the bump increased significantly. The gasping, however, could not be concealed, and Zatanna, who was so ashamed behind him, became hotter and hotter.
It was raining in Gotham, and the cold wind slashed at one's face like a knife. Riding a horse in a raincoat would have seemed somewhat abstract. Naturally, you wouldn't need to worry about this if you were sitting in a supercar, but you couldn't avoid it when riding on a horse—provided that it was an ordinary horse. The dark smoke around Black Smoke seemed to be conscious, so that Connors did not feel the slightest discomfort even in the cold wind, and the raindrops were evaporated before they fell.
I don't know what happened in Gotham to make Batman hurry back… Connors was of two minds, and he made Black Smoke go a little faster. The otherwise slow pace improved again, even allowing him to gradually catch up with Batman, who was leading in the Batmobile, and leave him far behind. He didn't plan to take care of what happened in Gotham. He was going back in a hurry to take the opportunity to take a nap and wait for Batman to arrive before eating melons.
Black Smoke, who was connected with him, noticed Connors's desire to sleep, and the speed actually sped up again on its already rapid basis. Since Connors did not recognize the road, he did not let Black Smoke run around but sped along the highway as he had come. There were not many vehicles on the highway, so many of them simply let go of their speed and ran.
At this time, on a sports car with a speed of more than one hundred and twenty miles per hour, several hippies were shaking their heads to the DJ in the car. The fast-retreating scenery on both sides of the windows and the countless vehicles they had passed along the way were a testament to their high spirits.
But happiness doesn't last long. The skinny young man with long hair accidentally glanced in the rearview mirror while driving and then his eyes widened. "Hey! What's that?"
"What is what?" his companion in the co-pilot seat was immersed in the DJ and said without paying attention. "Another sports car? Is it more expensive than ours?"
The skinny young man stared at the road ahead, but from time to time he glanced into the rearview mirror, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. Fast, can't see clearly, huge size… what kind of monster is this?
Seeing his companions still shaking their heads and dancing, the skinny young man was so anxious that he simply reached out and turned off the music in the car. Sitting in the back seat—one of the two men and women stacked on top of each other, to be exact—raised his head and shouted, displeased, "Mark, what are you doing?" The music had stopped, but his movements didn't, and the female companion under him even screamed louder.
"Stop fucking around, you guys look behind! That's fucking like a monster!" Mark, the skinny young man in charge of driving, yelled.
His companion in the co-pilot seat, having never seen Mark this way, turned his head in doubt and looked back. But there was nothing behind them. At the same time, the sports car they were riding in was affected by a fairly strong wind, and the body was swinging uncontrollably.
When the few people who had turned to look behind them subconsciously turned their heads back, they could only see a blur of black smoke passing away like lightning and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Mark, who drove the car, was a good player who had been in the underground racing world all year round. He quickly controlled the body after it had briefly lost control. He slapped the steering wheel hard with both hands and yelled, "Have you seen it?! A horse! That's a fucking horse, really! There were people sitting on it! I read that right!"
The girl in the back seat stood up and took a look at the speedometer. "You mean… a horse passed by at a speed that may be three to four times faster than us? Are you sure that wasn't an airplane?"
If it weren't for the need to slow down when passing vehicles and prevent the strong winds from overturning them, it would have been even faster. Connors, having by this time had his fun, was very pleased with the reward for eating today's great melon. After patting Black Smoke on the shoulder, the horse dissipated into a thick puff of smoke and disappeared. When it was time to summon him, Connors just needed a whistle to call him out. It was very handy.
It's just that I can't ignore gravity at the moment, otherwise I could ride my horse up to the 19th floor, Connors thought with some sophistication. However, this might be possible in the future. Black Smoke's introduction included the item "Growthable," but the specific growth method still needed to be explored by him. At least his act of having sex while riding the war horse just now did not allow Black Smoke to grow.
"Red~" Harley Quinn would always be the first to welcome Connors. "Poison Ivy" Ivy would usually come over and ask "if he wanted to get down to business." But only Harley was there today; "Poison Ivy" was nowhere to be found.
"Where's Ivy?" Connors asked. He had only been away from Gotham for a day. She hadn't gone back to Gotham Forest, had she?
"Ivy? She went to Gotham Forest," Harley said. "There's a monster that crawled out of the river in Gotham and is destroying everything in its way."
…A monster? What's that got to do with Poison Ivy? She's not a superhero, Connors didn't understand, but Harley explained quickly.
"The monster rushed into the Gotham Forest after collapsing twelve buildings, and Ivy said she was going to kill him."
"No wonder." Connors understood that "Poison Ivy" valued plant life more than humans and was an extreme environmentalist. The monster crashing buildings didn't seem like a big deal to her, but destroying her plants was a crime punishable by death.
"Do you know what the monster looks like?" Connors asked. There were not many beings in Gotham who could collapse twelve buildings in a row, and he already had a suitable candidate in mind.
"A muscular body that looks like Bane!" Using Connors's size as an example, Harley gestured with her hands open. "Pale skin, zombie-like… well, a little bald."
"Solomon Grundy?" Just as Connors guessed, it was the monster from the horror nursery rhyme.
"Wow~ Red, you are so awesome! There seems to be nothing you don't know! It's simply great!" Harley's emotional value was nothing short of full.
"…What are they talking about?" Selina looked at Connors doubtfully, not knowing what this supposed "Grundy" was.
"He is a monster in a nursery rhyme, a corpse that can come back to life even if it dies," Zatanna whispered to "Catwoman" Selina.
"Zatanna is right, it's that thing. But why did this guy suddenly crawl out of the river?" Connors didn't understand.
Harley Quinn hesitated. "Ivy said, maybe it was because she threw that taxi into the river?"
"At the end of that river is 'Slaughter Swamp,' and that monster crawls out of Slaughter Swamp, through Gotham, and into Gotham Forest."
The river doesn't flow that fast… maybe it's because I always lose my cars in the river. The previous vehicle washed away Grundy's nest along the current and woke him up… Connors was a little ashamed. After asking for a long time, it seemed to be related to him.
"Is anyone dead?" Connors didn't plan to be a superhero, but he didn't want to be a villain either, so he first asked about the casualties.
"It seemed like a priest was killed trying to attack a little boy, and the others were seriously injured," Harley pointed to the TV that was playing. "Hey, they're reporting on it."
Good chance! Zatanna secretly shouted in her heart and volunteered. "I am best at healing magic! Leave it to me!"
"Who are you…" Harley Quinn had already forgotten about this Miss Magician.
On the back of Black Smoke, Harley Quinn cheered loudly. She had never ridden a horse, only been ridden by Connors. This novel experience made her unable to wait for a moment, especially after learning that Black Smoke could cover the outside world's sight. Harley Quinn was even more unscrupulous. She took off the little vest she was wearing on her upper body.
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