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Chapter 67 Solomon Wants Pants
Chapter 67 Solomon Wants Pants
Just as Bruce and his old butler Alfred hurriedly set off for Gotham Forest, Lucas was also busy, following closely behind.
However, their directions were completely different.
One of them went to Songlin Farm, located in the eastern suburbs.
One went to the slaughter swamp in the western suburbs.
Before heading to the Slaughter Swamp, Lucas went to a supermarket and bought a huge amount of nacho cheese chips and maple syrup. He also went to a burger joint and spent a fortune on enough fried chicken and burgers to feed twenty big eaters at the same time.
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Thick, foul-smelling fog wafted from the depths of the swamp, shrouding the vast swamp, which covered nearly 6.4 acres, in a gloomy and deathly silence.
The dense, twisted, and oddly shaped swamp cypress trees are deeply rooted in the sticky, dark brown mud.
The gnarled tree trunks were black and swollen, the bark cracked and covered with slippery, dark green moss. Meanwhile, the rampant growth of branches blocked out most of the sunlight, making the place appear even more eerie and sinister.
As the go-to place for destroying evidence in Gotham in the last century, the Slaughter Swamp was not originally a remote place. But now, apart from some thrill-seeking men and women, even the gang members who are responsible for destroying evidence are unwilling to set foot here.
The sour, stench permeating the air was secondary.
Most importantly, this place is very eerie.
More than one person has explicitly stated that they have heard a murky, furious roar here.
In addition, hunters and exploration team members who accidentally wander into the swamp often disappear without a trace. Afterwards, only the clothes they were wearing at the time are found, and their remains are swallowed by the swamp silt and disappear without a trace.
The clothes were all badly damaged, with pieces of fabric scattered everywhere, as if they had been gnawed and torn apart by some kind of large wild animal.
In addition, the practice of destroying evidence in Gotham is no longer popular; one can simply throw a body into some filthy, stinking ditch and deceive oneself.
As time went by, this once sacred burial site naturally became even more deserted.
After carefully sensing the exact location of the inhuman noise in his ears, Lucas slowly descended from the sky, finally landing on an island-like highland deep in the Slaughter Swamp.
This place could barely be considered a small hill, covered with shrubs and various small trees, and the surrounding silt and black water emitted a pungent smell similar to chemical waste.
Long before the last century, Slaughter Swamp wasn't called that.
This place was originally a natural lake called West Suburb Lake, which should have been a place of clear water and blue sky back then.
However, soon large-scale meat processing and slaughterhouses and chemical plants were built along the coast.
Those unscrupulous merchants directly discharged the blood, entrails, and hair of slaughtered animals, as well as diseased livestock, chemical waste, pesticides, and other substances into the lake. Over time, the lake water turned black, the sludge became increasingly viscous, and many creatures died, turning it into the slaughter swamp we see today.
A complex stench wafted over, causing Lucas to frown involuntarily.
Fortunately, the mask made of shadow particles helped filter out most of the foul odor.
He stared blankly ahead.
now.
Behind a thicket of bushes covered with unknown vines.
A huge, bluish-gray figure suddenly came into view.
Its arms were as thick as the waist of a strong adult man, and even when seated, its massive size was immediately apparent. The grayish-blue skin was dry, cracked, and wrinkled, covered with dark, spiderweb-like lines of decay. In some areas where the skin and flesh were broken, one could even see the dark plant roots and rotting mud entwined beneath.
Clearly, this is a characteristic that a normal living organism could not possess.
Lucas made no attempt to conceal his presence, walking directly and casually toward the figure.
The enormous creature, hidden by the bushes, quickly caught the scent of this unfamiliar odor that did not belong to this forbidden area.
The other person first raised their head in confusion and made a tsk-tsk sound. Then, their thick arms supported them on the ground to help them stand up and slowly turn around.
When it saw that a two-legged sheep had wandered into its territory, its hideous, zombie-like square face immediately let out a furious roar.
"Born on Monday, Solomon Grandi."
It opened its mouth angrily.
Solomon Grandi, a 19th-century Gotham speculator, was murdered in 1894 and his body was thrown into a swamp. Due to the gray-white power in the swamp, he mutated and became an immortal swamp monster.
Of course, it's different from that infamous swamp monster, the embodiment of green.
The other party is a zombie.
However, Alec Holland was very interested in this being who was very similar to himself, and at one point thought that the being was a variant of the same kind as himself.
On his very first day in Gotham, Lucas sensed a strange sound. Over the past two days, he secretly searched using his Divine Insight and identified his target.
And now, this big guy, who has grown up and can knock his little brother unconscious with one punch, has only recently awakened from his century-long slumber.
It had lost all its memories, except for the Mother Goose ballad it heard before it died.
Similarly, its centuries-long slumber left it ravenously hungry.
Even if the mouse it just ate was the size of its palm, it would only be enough to fill a gap in its teeth.
Faced with Solomon's volatile state, Lucas didn't retreat but advanced, leaping forward and throwing a punch.
"Bang!"
The dull sound made the air tremble briefly.
The fist struck Solomon squarely on the face covered in bruises and green markings. The immense force surged forth, instantly cracking Solomon's skin, which was a mixture of peat and decaying vegetation. A third of his head exploded, and his body slammed uncontrollably to the side.
Shaking his head, Solomon Grandi was completely dumbfounded.
It had only been awake for a short time, and its intelligence, no higher than that of a three-year-old child, made it unable to comprehend why this thin, small human possessed such exaggerated strength.
It felt a lot of pain, so much so that it was trembling all over.
Besides, it doesn't want to get beaten up.
Solomon Grandi.
Seeing that Solomon's head had recovered completely in a short time, Lucas did not continue to make a move.
He didn't come here to kill his opponent.
In addition, as everyone knows, this guy is known as the Swamp Perpetual Motion Machine, the Gotham Cockroach King.
"What?"
Solomon Grandi turned to look at Lucas, his eyes noticeably brighter than before.
When it saw the other party raise its hand again, its eyes widened even more, and it hurriedly shrank back, but its already stiff body was clearly not under its control at this moment.
"Don't hit me, Solomon—I won't eat you anymore."
Solomon trembled and instinctively used his two thick arms to frantically cover his face.
However, no punch came.
Instead, it's the smell that makes it salivate uncontrollably.
It opened its eyes in confusion and found that it was surrounded by all kinds of bags and boxes.
Inside were all sorts of things it had never seen before, and the smell was many times better than the rat it had just eaten.
Lucas quickly retrieved all the remaining fried chicken, hamburgers, maple syrup, and cheese slices from the Abyss World, piling them into a small mountain.
"Give it to me!?" Solomon Grandi's voice stammered.
"Yes."
Upon receiving an affirmative answer, the other party immediately pounced on it, devouring all the food in front of them in a whirlwind.
Its heavy, tall body leaped with joy, its stiff frame swaying gently, causing the surrounding swamp mud to undulate with its trembling form.
At that moment, Solomon suddenly stopped what it was doing, looked at Lucas, and said in a low, humming voice, "Solomon wants a pair of pants."
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