"Big Boss" Lawther seemed to know what everyone was thinking, and added: "As long as he comes back, I will give him a Black Widow... mug. I swear!"
Everyone: “Tsk~~~”
I pray that everyone can be sincere, but gifting a "wife"
Sorry, even if they just gave them something they could use with a picture of their "wife" on it, that would be too forgiving and too kind, so they would not accept it.
The group of people just bowed their heads and prayed (silently) for the unfortunate teacher Aoi for five seconds, then immediately turned around and ran away quickly.
Are you kidding! No one wants to be the next aoi teacher.
It would be foolish to die in such a meaningless mess after getting so many "wife" and "wife" brand supplies and never using them.
I have to say, this FFF group is indeed quite smart.
During the time they came out, stopped, and prayed, Joker's traditional skills were already on display.
He personally took out two remote controls, one white and one black, and walked up to Master Wei: "Now, I give you the choice. Press the white button, and you can rescue these rich pigs. Press the black button, and you can kill all my men in tonight's operation."
His big mouth painted with red oil paint opened wide, and he slowly stuffed the two remote controls into Mr. Wei's hands, holding the white one in his left hand and the black one in his right hand.
Joker looked at the motionless Master Wei and couldn't help but lean forward and whisper in his ear: "I'll give you a little tip - heaven is on the left and hell is on the right. Good luck, little Bruce."
Then he frowned: At this time in the past, Master Wei should have wanted to take action.
Even if Joker takes the initiative, both sides know that he will not implement his plan just because of a few punches from Master Wei.
Because when Joker designed the plan, he didn't consider how he would be beaten by Master Wei. He himself was part of the bargaining chip.
Otherwise, if it was just to resolve the crisis of the hostages, Mr. Wei might not be interested in playing with him.
But now Master Wei just looked at him coldly, with blue and white light flashing in his eye lenses, showing that he had emotional fluctuations, but that was all.
Bruce is so boring when he doesn't take action. Joker waits for a moment, then walks down the stairs in boredom: "Everyone, it's show time, just do it!"
The robbers simply nodded and began to push the celebrities towards the surrounding crowd.
Master Wei looked at the men and women who were shouting and crying in panic, as well as the thugs who were roaring with excitement, then looked at the two remote controls in his hands and suddenly laughed: "Sorry, I won't play with you this time."
As soon as he finished speaking, he threw away the two remote controls, as if he had thrown away the shackles that bound him, and his whole body felt relaxed.
Joker, who had only walked a few meters, turned his head in surprise: "What did you say?"
Master Wei walked over and punched him in the face with just the right amount of force.
Joker's eyes went dark, he staggered and fell down, and he could vaguely hear Master Wei's cold voice in his ear: "Just wait to enter the small dark room. I will build one specifically for you in Arkham, and let you perform for yourself."
As Joker fell to the ground, Master Wei's cloak fluttered as he rushed towards the group of thugs.
Explosives? Whatever.
It would be good if these people could be rescued, but if they cannot be rescued, it was because the thugs pressed the detonator button, and it has nothing to do with Master Wei.
He simply quickened his pace and rushed into the thugs who were coming in like a tide, starting to attack them with his fists and feet.
The thugs were frightened by the sudden appearance of Batman and were a little scared.
Batman built his reputation by beating up thousands of criminals, and at this moment they seem to be committing crimes.
But Mr. Wei was actually threatened by Joker. He deliberately delayed time and confronted Joker after he came down, ignoring these people.
In this "betting" game, these guys are not even chips, at most they are just... playing cards - they play a role in deciding the outcome, but they are worthless after use and can be thrown into the trash.
At this moment, these tools wanted to "turn over the cards", but Master Wei was not interested in continuing and chose to overturn the table directly.
The table was overturned, and the "playing cards" on it naturally flew up.
Yes, they really flew.
After receiving the high-energy battery provided by Luke, Master Wei's scientific research team has been trying to fully integrate it into the armor.
So far, progress is good.
Master Wei's armor already possesses most of the characteristics of a mechanical skeleton - such as exerting force.
Compared to before when he mainly relied on himself to move, the mechanical skeleton added to the armor is now the main source of power, and a one-ton impact force with one punch is no longer a dream.
Hitting people with fists and feet is not even considered low-energy. It can easily send the swarming thugs flying and falling into the crowd behind.
At first, the thugs, who were outnumbered, didn't care because the ones who got beaten were the ones in front.
But as Master Wei turned into an emotionless beating machine, maintaining the rhythm of punching every kid for several minutes, the thugs couldn't stand it anymore.
A dozen thugs were trampled under the feet of their temporary companions, and most of them didn't feel anything.
But what about one or two hundred? They were lying on the ground in a large area, and people who rushed over were tripped. Then groups of them fell down one after another, and "mountains of flesh" fell down one after another.
Among the hundreds of wandering men and women, only a few dozen unlucky ones were dragged into the crowd.
But the lucky ones were only "covered" by the mountain of flesh. At most they were injured, but it was too early for them to die.
The hundreds of remaining thugs at the crossroads couldn't help but retreat.
Getting beaten is not a big deal, but being as cold, efficient and persistent as a "beating machine" like Batman is really annoying.
The remaining few hundred people would just be beaten for a few minutes and would all fall down.
They came out to vent, not to vent to the crime nemesis Batman.
At this moment, the thugs seemed to recall the glorious achievements of Batman, who had ruled Gotham City for more than a decade.
There was vigilance, timidity, and fear in the look he gave Master Wei, but there was no hatred.
After all, before tonight, many of them were actually Batman fans.
It was just that under the instigation of some people, they chose to release the frustration and unhappiness in their daily lives tonight.
Now, Batman chased hundreds of people and beat them up in public, and the temporary thugs' brains were like being hit by a stick, and suddenly they became a little sober.
Victor couldn't help but send a congratulatory message to the leader: "Wow, bro, your beating was so cool!"
Mr. Wei's brows did not relax, but he raised his head slightly and glanced left and right.
Victor was puzzled: "What's wrong? What's going on?"
Master Wei: "I don't know. But Joker's "game" won't be that simple."
Victor was speechless for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Maybe the way you responded this time was beyond his expectations?"
Master Wei still shook his head: "Have you ever fished?"
Victor's father is a research geek and has no interest in fishing. Of course, he would never take his son to do this.
Young Victor also preferred direct and intense sports, so he could only reply awkwardly: "Uh, does catching goldfish with a net count?"