American comics: Today’s big news Chapter 067

Andrew Hotel, in Xue Xi’s suite.

It had only been a few days since they last met, and the female singer seemed to have completely forgotten the reason for her previous sore throat, and judging by the current situation, she seemed intent on retiring from the music industry.

“Slow down, why are you acting like you haven’t eaten in days…”

Conners said, stroking the head of the superstar Xue Xi.

She had already been impatient in the cafe because Conners had taken a few extra glances at Zatanna’s black silk legs during the previous magic show, and now Xue Xi had also started wearing them.

However, unlike Zatanna’s fishnet stockings, Xue Xi’s black silk stockings were ultra-thin, combining the beauty of her fair skin and the black silk.

Conners naturally noticed Xue Xi’s change, but this was clearly a misunderstanding.

—He not only liked black silk, but also flesh-colored, white silk, coffee-colored, light blue, navy, purple… knee-high, thigh-high, pantyhose, garter belts…

He was an equal-opportunity appreciator, refusing no one.

So, when he was carrying the superstar Xue Xi’s two long black silk legs on his shoulders, he made a suggestion:

“White silk suits your style better.”

…

“Are you done?” Zatanna asked, blushing, as she watched Conners step out of the elevator.

Conners nodded noncommittally:

“Pretty much, the fever reducer will only last two or three days at most.”

“Did Xue Xi have a fever?”

Zatanna remembered clearly that Xue Xi had seemed fine when they were drinking coffee earlier. How did she get a fever after going to the suite with Conners?

Due to previous peeping experiences, Zatanna didn’t dare to continue peeping this time, but she just felt that something was off.

“Yeah, otherwise why would she need a fever reducer?” Conners said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Then let her rest well. What did you say you were going to be busy with just now? I’ll go with you, so I don’t lose you again this time,” Zatanna said.

“Go ahead, but it’s agreed, there might be danger,” Conners didn’t care where Zatanna went.

Zatanna was full of confidence:

“I’m not afraid. Since returning from Metropolis, I’ve learned some more magic. Self-preservation won’t be a problem.”

I want to learn too… Conners glanced at her. On the spaceship to Metropolis, he had only learned “Reverse Magic,” with the sole purpose of casting “Healing Magic” in reverse.

“Can you fly now? Take me to the museum in Gotham.” Conners was eager to see Zatanna perform magic.

“Flying? I can’t do that yet.” The blush that had been fading on Zatanna’s face rose again.

“…Then hold on tight to me,” Conners said with some disappointment.

He had planned to learn how to fly from Zatanna.

Just like in Metropolis, when she jumped off the spaceship, Zatanna once again held Conners tightly.

And Conners opened the window of the cafe, leaping out amidst the exclamations of the people drinking coffee inside.

“You can’t fly either, but how do you manage to jump from high places without anything happening?” Zatanna held Conners tightly, curiously watching the ground getting closer below.

“A little trick,” Conners said.

He was increasingly finding that the ability “Grandmaster of Little Tricks” was somewhat like Tom Cat, and even more so when he used it.

Zatanna listened to the wind whistling in her ears,

While still in the air, before landing, Conners whistled, and black smoke burst from the ground, steadily catching Conners, then galloping towards the museum.

The last time he rode a horse with Harley Quinn in Gotham was at night, and there was almost no one on the streets of Gotham. Most of the police department’s energy was focused on the dozen or so buildings that Solomon Grundy had crashed into.

But this time was different. It was still daytime, and Conners, riding a warhorse shrouded in black smoke, galloped through the streets, and the Gotham City Police Department immediately arrived.

“You are speeding! Please dismount immediately and submit to investigation!”

A voice came from the police car’s loudspeaker, and Conners was puzzled:

“Do horses have speed limits too?”

He didn’t stop his horse obediently for inspection. Instead, he sped up again, leaving the “wah-wah” blaring police cars far behind.

He had already looked up the location of the Gotham museum on his phone while exercising with Xue Xi, and now he headed straight for the destination.

He had looked it up beforehand because Conners thought it would be a bit abstract to use a phone for navigation while riding a horse.

“What’s in the museum?” Zatanna asked curiously, watching Conners wave his hand to disperse the black smoke.

“Why are you like a curious baby?” Conners said, looking at Zatanna. “We’re here to catch a thief.”

“Phew~” Zatanna breathed a sigh of relief.

When she saw the black smoke stop in front of the museum, she thought Conners was going to steal something, and she wasn’t too keen on participating in such villainous behavior.

Otherwise, with her magic, even if it wasn’t very strong, resorting to unscrupulous means, finding her father’s whereabouts wouldn’t have been so difficult.

However, Conners’ subsequent “catching a thief” behavior left her somewhat unable to understand.

According to normal thinking, the police should surround the place, and then some people should go inside to investigate the surveillance and look for lost items.

But when Conners arrived, he simply straightened his clothes, then walked to the museum entrance and asked the security guard:

“Hello, what time does this place close for lunch?”

The security guard pointed to the sign hanging in front of the museum.

“Thank you.” Conners nodded, didn’t even enter the museum, and returned to Zatanna’s side.

“Aren’t we here to catch a thief?” Zatanna was a bit confused.

“Strictly speaking, we’re here to watch the thief steal something. I might not even stop them,” Conners explained.

Zatanna: “…Are you sure you’re not an accomplice?”

Conners shook his head. He glanced at the time. There was less than half an hour until the museum closed for lunch.

The crime times in “Batman” Bruce Wayne’s surveillance and “Catwoman” Selina’s surveillance were different, but both were during the day.

Based on the possible “cooldown period,” if “Wonder Woman” didn’t come to the museum at noon today, then they would have to come back at night when no one was around.

“Do you want to consider changing your clothes? You’re too conspicuous,” Conners said.

Zatanna’s attire was still a combination of an evening gown + white shirt + fishnet stockings, full of stage flair.

“No change. But I can cast some magic to change my appearance.”

Zatanna said, waving her magic wand, changing her clothes to another look.

She still wore fishnet stockings on her legs, but the evening gown turned into a women’s trench coat.

As for Conners, he was wearing a common Gotham combination of a top hat + black trench coat—it always rained in Gotham, and people here were accustomed to using the hem of their trench coats to cover their knees to avoid rheumatism.

In this way, the two, dressed like ordinary Gotham residents, entered the museum.

Boredly, Conners walked around the museum but couldn’t find the item that “Wonder Woman” Diana might be looking for.

As lunchtime arrived and the museum prepared to close, Conners and Zatanna hid.

A few minutes later, “Wonder Woman” Diana, wearing a metallic breastplate and with long legs that combined strength and beauty, also jumped down from the skylight.