Super Detective in the Fictional World-Chapter 2219 - Side Story: Fantasy Journey 60

2219 Side Story: Fantasy Journey

As if he knew what everybody was thinking, ‘Big Boss’ Lawser added, “As long as he returns, I’ll give him a Black Widow… mug. I swear!”

Everybody: “Tsk~~”

Everybody could be sincere when they prayed, but to give up their ‘wives’?

Sorry, even if it was just something with an image of their ‘wife’ on it, that would be too forgiving and kind. They wouldn’t accept it.

They really only prayed (lit a candle) for the unlucky Miss Aoi for five seconds before they all turned around and quickly slipped away.

What a joke! Nobody wanted to be the next Miss Aoi.

It would be too stupid to die in this sort of meaningless mess before they had played with their ‘wives.’

It had to be said that this FFF team was indeed smart.

In the time it had taken them to come out, stop and pray, the Joker’s traditional performance had already taken place.

He took out two remotes, one white and one black, and walked over to Master Wayne. “Now, I’ll give you the choice. Press the white button, and you’ll be able to save these rich pigs. Press the black button, and you’ll be able to kill all my men in tonight’s operation.”

His big red mouth opened wide. He slowly stuffed the two remotes into Master Wayne’s hands, the white one in his left hand and the black one in his right.

Looking at Master Wayne, who didn’t move, the Joker couldn’t help but lean forward to murmur in his ear, “Let me give you a hint: Heaven on the left, hell on the right. Good luck, Bruce baby.”

Then, he frowned. Usually, Master Wayne would hit him at this time.

Even though the Joker had the upper hand, they both knew that he wouldn’t mobilize his plan over just a few punches from Master Wayne.

The Joker had never factored that into any of his plans; he himself was a bargaining chip.

Otherwise, Master Wayne might not be interested in playing with him just to resolve a hostage crisis.

But now, Master Wayne just looked at him coldly. His lenses flashed with a bluish-white light, indicating a fluctuation in his mood, but that was all.

A Bruce who didn’t do anything was too boring. The Joker waited for a moment before he walked down the steps listlessly. “Everyone, it’s showtime. Just do it!”

The thugs simply nodded and started to push the upper class into the crowd.

Looking at the men and women who were crying in panic and the thugs who were yelling excitedly, and then at the two remotes in his hands, Master Wayne suddenly smiled. “Sorry, I won’t play with you this time.”

As soon as he said that, he casually threw away the two remotes, as if he were throwing away the shackles that bound him. His entire body relaxed.

The Joker, who had only walked a few meters, turned around in surprise. “What did you say?”

Master Wayne walked over and punched him in the face.

The Joker’s vision turned dark, and he swayed before he collapsed. He heard Mr. Wayne’s cold voice. “Just wait. I’ll specially set up a dark room in Arkham for you to perform for yourself.”

As the Joker fell, Master Wayne’s cape fluttered as he charged at the thugs.

Bombs? That didn’t matter.

It was good if these people could be rescued, but if they couldn’t, that was because it was the thugs who had pressed the button. It had nothing to do with Mr. Wayne.

He simply picked up his pace and charged at the horde.

The thugs were shocked by Batman’s sudden appearance and were a little scared.

Batman had built a reputation on beating up thousands of criminals, and at that moment, they were about to commit a crime.

But Master Wayne had been forced out by the Joker under duress. He deliberately stalled for time before confronting the Joker, and had completely ignored everyone else.

In this ‘gambling’ game, these guys couldn’t even be considered bargaining chips. At most… they were poker cards — the outcome of the game was related to them, but after they were used, they were worthless, and could be thrown into the trash.

At that moment, these cards were about to be ‘flipped open,’ but Master Wayne wasn’t interested in continuing, and chose to directly flip the table over instead.

The table was flipped over, and the ‘cards’ on it were sent flying.

That was right, they were literally sent flying.

After obtaining the high-powered battery from Luke, Master Wayne’s research team had been trying to completely integrate it into the armor.

So far, progress had been good.

Master Wayne’s armor already had most of the traits of a mechanical frame — like the exertion of force.

Compared with before, when he relied primarily on his own movements, the mechanical frame in his armor was now the main source of power. The impact of a punch which weighed a ton wasn’t a dream.

He barely consumed any energy when beating people up with his fists and feet. The thugs who swarmed over were easily sent flying, and they fell into the crowd behind them.

At first, the thugs didn’t think much of it. In any case, it was the people in front who were being beaten up.

But as Master Wayne turned into an emotionless punching machine and punched one thug one after another for a few minutes, the thugs couldn’t take it anymore.

Most of them didn’t feel anything when ten or 20 of them were trampled under the feet of their temporary comrades.

But what about 100 to 200 of them? They were all lying on the ground in a mess. Those who rushed over directly tripped and fell one after another.

Of the hundreds of thugs, a few dozen unlucky b*stards were dragged into the crowd.

The lucky ones were just ‘covered’ by a mountain of flesh, and were only injured at most; it was still too early for them to die.

The remaining hundreds of thugs on the street couldn’t help but retreat.

Being beaten up wasn’t a big deal, but Batman, who was now a cold, efficient and tough machine, was a pain.

In just a few minutes, these people, too, would fall.

They were here to vent, not to let Batman, their nemesis, vent on them.

At that moment, it was as if these thugs recalled Batman’s glorious achievements during his rule over Gotham for more than a decade.

They looked at Master Wayne warily and fearfully, but without hate.

After all, many of them had actually been Batman fans before tonight.

It was just that thanks to the instigation of others, they had chosen to vent their frustrations from their daily lives tonight.

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Now that Batman had chased down hundreds of people and beaten them up in public, it was as if these temporary thugs had been hit in the head, and they suddenly sobered up.

Victor couldn’t help but send this bigshot some praise. “Wow, bro, you’re so cool!”

Master Wayne didn’t relax. Instead, he raised his head and looked around.

Victor found that odd. “What’s wrong?”

Master Wayne: “I don’t know, but the Joker’s ‘game’ isn’t this simple.”

Speechless for a moment, Victor asked tentatively, “Maybe he found your response this time unexpected?”

Master Wayne shook his head again. “Have you ever gone fishing?”

Victor’s father was obsessed with research and had no interest in fishing; naturally, he wouldn’t take his son out to fish.

The young Victor also preferred more physical sport, so he could only reply awkwardly, “Hm, does scooping up goldfish with a net count?”