"Do you think we are stupid? You carry guns when taking commercial candid photos?" The two big black men were full of disbelief. They took the feathers they had just plucked from the head of a "socialite" and swept them at the half-naked body of the cross-dressing man.
The man in cross-dressing twisted his body wildly, howling like crying and laughing: "Really. That was just a tranquilizer gun."
The two big black men looked at each other and shrugged, without stopping their hands.
The gun had already been taken away by someone else during the confiscation, so they had no interest in figuring out whether this was true or not.
What a famous pig oil, it's just a slogan for burning, killing and looting tonight.
It doesn’t matter who this monster is. What matters is that he has disgusted the boss “Quick-tongued Sunny”, so he must be severely tortured.
A few minutes later, the fat black man Suni, who had just finished his performance, came out, looking brand new.
He was wearing over 20,000 yuan worth of leather shoes, over 30,000 yuan worth of tie clips, over 200,000 yuan worth of suits, and over 3 million yuan worth of famous watches, giving off the aura of a nouveau riche.
After all, the shoes and clothes were custom-made, and the original owner was taller and thinner than him, so Sunny had to open the front of his suit and walk around with a big belly.
Seeing the two black men's "torture" actions, his eyes widened: "WTF?"
The two men turned their heads and said with pride: "Boss, that's how you forced a confession last time, and it worked really well."
Sunny moved his mouth several times, and suddenly felt that he had nothing to say.
Having a bunch of stupid subordinates of the same race was something he had to get used to over the past few decades.
He could only ask casually: "Did he say anything?"
The two men shook their heads in unison: "Just by hearing him smile, we know he is a business spy who came in to take pictures secretly."
Sunny lost interest when he heard that and raised his hand with his gun: "We have a big operation coming up soon, we don't have time to waste on him."
"Wait, I have information." Because the two black men stopped when they answered, the cross-dressing man who had recovered his breath quickly spoke to save himself: "I have information that can be useful to you."
"Speak." Sunny did not put down his gun. His mind had already drifted to the big scene that might happen later.
If what this person says is useless, kill him immediately.
Cross-dressing Boss: "I have a video. I have a video of tonight's banquet. It contains footage of their conversation about how they turned charity donations into expired goods for their respective companies and gave them to you to eat."
Sunny uttered a cry and put down the gun in his hand: "Where is the thing?"
The cross-dressing man was confused, but when he saw Sunny was about to raise his gun again, he quickly shouted, "Underwear, the memory card is in my underwear."
Sunny waved his hand: "Search for me."
The two black men had disgusting expressions on their faces, but when they saw the gun in the boss's hand seemed to be ready to use, they still stepped forward and pulled down his pants.
"Found it, boss." A few seconds later, a big black man stepped back holding his breath and handed over the small black card in his hand.
Sunny took a step back: "You take it first."
Then, he pondered for a few seconds and waved his hand: "Put this person down, take him inside, and find a cameraman to transfer this video and post it on the Internet."
The two black men nodded, and the one with free hands couldn't help but mutter, "I should have let him get it himself."
The man with the card: … Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I’ve touched Nestle several times. I must go to the bathroom and wash my hands once, no, twice.
…
A few hundred meters away from the banquet hall, on the bat fighter that had just arrived, Master Wei had just equipped himself with the bat armor.
In the past, he would definitely rush back to the base to change into armor before going out.
Now carrying the nano inner armor given by Luke, he just found a room without surveillance, turned on the invisible state of the inner armor, and then changed into the fighter plane that flew over by remote control.
This way the possibility of leakage is small enough and it also saves time.
While changing clothes, he could still look at the fighter plane's light screen, which was replaying the scenes that had just been broadcast on TV.
That crossdresser had no effect on him. There were plenty of more perverted guys in Gotham City.
Well, to be precise, the guy in women's clothing is indeed a pervert, and the super villain should be called brutal.
After putting on his armor, he asked casually, "Victor, have you arrived yet?"
"Here I come." As the words fell, a flash of fire came close to the ground. It was Victor.
Luke and Diana are in Europe, Arthur is in the Mediterranean, and Xiaoba is in Central City today busy with his father's lawsuit.
As things stand, no super villain has appeared tonight.
Mr. Wei and Victor, plus the logistical support of Butler, are enough to handle everything.
Victor suddenly frowned: "They actually installed explosive devices on those people in the hall. What should we do?"
Mr. Wei also saw the live broadcast on TV and frowned.
It wouldn't be unfair if the people inside died, but the chaos that would follow would be huge.
If the Justice League is implicated in the capture of Gotham's upper class, it will easily arouse hostility from the American upper class, and they will throw all kinds of dirty water on the Justice League.
After all, this is a class that holds the power of discourse and is very sensitive to such matters.
In Luke's previous life, there were often demonstrations in front of the White House. What about Wall Street? It didn't take long for the NYPD to come out and beat and arrest people. They were so decisive.
Master Wei couldn't help but mutter, "It would be great if Barry was here. His speed can solve a lot of problems."
Victor nodded in agreement, but offered another option: "How about contacting Superman?"
Master Wei turned his head and looked at the Metropolis on the side: "He should have known it, but..."
But he didn't come. Victor had a bad feeling.
With Superman's speed, it would take less than ten seconds to get there - and that's including the time it takes him to avoid the crowd and transform.
After all, Mr. Wei is a man of occasion and has dealt with many major incidents alone.
After saying this, he retracted his unrealistic idea: "We can't just wait for them to come. We must think of other ways ourselves. Can we disrupt their detonation device?"
Victor: "It can be considered. The jammer given by the Knight should be useful."
Master Wei felt relieved: "Then follow this design."
Under the cover of night, two people hid in the cabin of the Batfighter, writing and drawing on the virtual light screen, but they had no intention of rushing into the venue.
As the saying goes, the more you do, the more mistakes you make; doing nothing makes no mistakes.
If the rescue fails, it is better not to do anything.
Besides, the criminals seemed to have other ideas. These celebrities and "ladies" were taken hostage and they did not need to worry about their lives being threatened in the short term.
If a few of them were killed early, it was just their bad luck.
In this world, even Superman can't save everyone.
While the two were discussing the rescue plan, things were already moving in Gotham City and Metropolis.
The first TV broadcast that was full of incitement and temptation, as well as the recent broadcast of the cross-dressing man’s explosive video, have aroused the anger of a large number of people at the bottom.
The two cities are entering the prelude to a major chaos.