Big Sam has run a small restaurant at Gotham Ferry for more than 20 years. Although the store is not large in scale and has a very simple decoration, due to the crowd of tourists, it is more than enough to pay employees' salaries in addition to making ends meet.

The business prosperity has made Big Sam develop a good temper, a comfortable routine and a matching belly.

At around 8 o'clock in the morning, Big Sam sat on the lounge chair at the door as usual to bask in the sun.

A ferry was just around the corner from the dock, and the main trestle was crowded with people. Unlike anywhere else, couples or family of three are rarely seen in Gotham's ferry. The workers here most often see lone walkers. These people living at the bottom of society pay for ship tickets and meals with wrinkled money. They traveled between Gotham and the Metropolitan area in a hurry, without missing any opportunity to seize wealth.

There were three or two small boats beside the other slightly farther pier, and there was a private yacht. These guys who were already a little rusty were originally used to go out to sea for fun, but since their purchase, they have always been ignored - the city pier is like a small alley with dirt and dirt, and people with bright clothes are incompatible with the place.

There are many wealthy people in Gotham, but those rich prefer to hang out in their own circles, which is different from mice like them who survive in the gutters.

Another boat slowly drove into the ferry. As the passengers felt relieved when they were poured out of the canned sardines, a lively scene appeared on the pier.

The noise of the crowd was like a common occurrence for Big Sam. He sipped coffee and flipped through newspapers, his nose surrounded by the aroma of cheap oil and fried eggs, which was very pleasant.

A shadow suddenly blocked his sunshine.

"Hello," said a female voice, "I would like to ask how to get to the nearest subway station?"

"The subway station is a little far from here." Big Sam looked up and replied lazily.

The other party paused for a moment, and saw that he was just looking at him but had no intention of continuing, so he understood and said, "It's too early to go out and have not had enough breakfast yet."

Big Sam suddenly became energetic. "If you are not in a hurry, why not eat here. If there are customers in the store, you will be leaving for you later and you will be able to take you along the way."

The other party thanked him and went into the small restaurant.

Big Sam looked at her back and waved his right hand with a bad look after she completely walked into the house.

"When did Big Sam's courage become less?" someone sneered.

"Treat?" Big Sam snorted from his nose, "How much can her coat be sold? How much can a bag be sold? How much can this face be sold? Big Sam is not a blind man, nor is it, but she didn't even have a button off from the Merriel. Twenty years of squatting in this broken place has only taught me one thing. In Gotham, don't mess with people you can't afford to offend."

Freya was carefully wiping the greasy stool with a tissue. When she heard this, she was stunned at first, and then smiled softly.

It was just one-third passed today, but as soon as the excitement of the battle passed, she began to feel a little tired.

The originally planned itinerary was completely broken by the Bay Bridge. Her car also slid down with half of the bridge deck under the final attack of Magneto, becoming a piece of garbage on the sea. Fortunately, after the battle ended, Freya had time to lift her car up the water surface, break the glass and take out two packages.

The handbag contained some commonly used items and documents, and in addition to luggage, there were also computers and necessary materials for meetings. After receiving the items, Freya watched her car sink into the sea with heartache.

This is her first car, the very low-key Ford. The past few crises have only added some gun holes to it, but this time it was completely scrapped. Freya's first thought was that she bought insurance herself, and her second thought was that she wanted to turn around and stab Magneto again.

Only when she pulled her mask and mixed into the crowd and saw a car of unscathed children crying and making a fuss, her mood dissipated and became a little clearer.

Without a car, she didn't have time to book the flight ticket for the day, so she couldn't fly directly to Gotham, so she had to choose a ferry.

After rushing to the city pier for more than 20 minutes, the fastest voyage was about to start the boat. Freya was just about to buy the ticket for the next flight and was stuffed with a ticket on duty. The boat was already full of people, but it seemed that there was no fear of any problem. In order to make more money and passengers to save more money, the boatman seemed to put life and death aside.

As soon as he got on the boat, someone focused on her bag. After Freya grabbed a man with unclean hands and feet until he screamed, all the people who were ready to move came to rest.

The trip was not so smooth. She thought she was not lucky. Now it seems that it is the tradition of this route.

The sound of the pounding of porcelain plates and tabletops interrupted her thoughts, and an old woman with a slightly crooked nose placed the plate with bacon and eggs on the table, rubbed her hands on her apron. Freya gave her some tips.

Big Sam walked in from the door with her belly out of the door when Freya was about to finish her meal and called her into the car.

Freya wiped her hands and got into the car.

She sat in the back seat, and the other passenger was an old white man who was overly excited. He held a leather bag tightly in his hand, and looked at her with a look of vigilance.

Big Sam got into the car and started, and the leather seats creaked.

"Okay, old guy, don't show off like this. You're just a girl. Can you eat it if you can still eat it?"

The old man relaxed a little, but he still kept a distance from Freya.

"You are a naive face," he said.

"Yes, this is my first time in Gotham." Freya replied.

"The guests who came here today are complaining." Big Sam drove with one hand and interrupted, "A farce happened on the Bay Bridge. The newly emerged superpowered man seriously injured Magneto and saved a lot of civilians. Now everyone is saying good things about her. Unfortunately, the X-Men did not stop this person when they came. I heard that even Kuaiyin didn't catch up."

The old man's attention was immediately attracted. "There is such a thing? I always thought Kuaiyin was the fastest."

"Flash, Superman, several guys are faster than him," Big Sam shook his head, "But the new one is a woman. I haven't heard of any female mutant or superpower who has such a speed, let alone be able to beat Magneto like this."

"It's a pity that I didn't kill him." The old man said.

Freya's eyes fell on his face without a trace.

At that time, an invisible touch slid over the spirit like a soft silk fabric. She immediately knew that it was the professor who came. It was not what she thought that she would like to have a direct contact with the X-Men, leaving the scene was the best choice.

"Old Collison and the mutants always couldn't get along." Big Sam stared into the rearview mirror and explained.

The old man named Collison smiled ferociously, revealing a jagged yellow teeth. "I'm not the only one. How many people have these female cousins ​​raised in the past two years?"

"Where aren't some bad embryos," Freya said. "One or two people can't represent the entire group. Isn't there X-Men in the mutants?"

"What's the difference between the X-Men and them?" Old Collison's voice was full of maliciousness. "Look, little girl, there is no follow-up when the person falls into the X-Men. People like them are always covering each other. If one or two people cause trouble, other mutants will come forward to take the person back. What's the result? They don't kill them or can't lock them up, and in the end they're out to do evil."

He paused for a moment and suddenly shouted loudly—

"Wait, what I said just now, does this passage sound familiar?"

Big Sam looked back at him, and the two of them were silent for a second, and suddenly they burst into laughter hysterically.

Old Collison smiled very hard, and even tears flowed out of his muddy eyes.

Freya took a deep breath.

Old Collison smiled and looked at her with a strange look.

"Scareless, aren't you?" he asked. "Little girl, what are you doing in Gotham? You don't know anything."

"The clown killed my family."

He approached Freya, his hands raised, trembling nervously.

"It was an explosion attack on a train station, and the kind of people who called it a 'joke'."

"The entire dome collapsed, twenty-six people died, hundreds of people were injured. It was a hellish scene."

"My wife, she kissed me that morning and rushed to the station to pick up our daughter."

"My Lana, poor little thing, she can never go home again."

"She is only nineteen years old, nineteen years old..."

This man who lost all hope was in tears.

"The bat caught him and threw him into a mental hospital, but he was once again at large."

Old Collison wiped away his tears and laughed briefly.

"All these people, all these people with innocent blood on their hands, come and go freely. Every time one escapes from prison, it will take countless lives. What have these dead people done wrong? They are some unarmed people and some good people."

"It's not Batman's fault," Freya said. "In a place where I once lived, a lunatic like this could be sent to an electric chair, but Gotham abolished the death penalty."

"Then he should have killed the clown!" said the old Collison.

Freya felt a sharp pain. For all innocent lives lost, Batman who worked hard to protect others but was not grateful, and for inaction, the government and judicial organs that acted as shields for others.

People don’t know who to hate, they can only hate Batman.

"Batman is not a god," she said softly.

He couldn't save everyone, he tried his best.

"Okay." Big Sam's voice suddenly rang out from the front, "We're almost at the subway station. Unfortunately, I didn't see a fight between the newcomer and the X-Men today, but John opened the market and we'll have something to play next time."

They then discussed what happened today.

Big Sam and Old Collison had a light tone, often showing some regrets. The battle between superpowers and mutants was like the beast fighting in ancient times when the guest was on the ground.

Freya stopped talking.

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