While imagining the grand scene that would take place in a while, the Scarecrow suddenly felt that the building seemed a little quiet.
The noise made by more than twenty bandits carrying cans and launchers was quite loud, and they had to coordinate with each other using walkie-talkies from time to time.
Now... it's too quiet.
The scarecrow suddenly raised his head and looked at the transparent elevator in the hollow square of the building.
This square and the elevator were also important factors in his choice of this place, because it was easy to see the progress of the criminals' arrangements.
At this moment, the transparent elevator rose to the sixteenth floor, stopped there, and did not descend again.
There were six bandits carrying the goods on the lower floor, still waiting there, seemingly unaware of anything unusual.
The scarecrow was furious: "Something's going on. Ask the people upstairs what they are doing!"
The six gangsters were alerted and realized something was wrong. They raised their guns and pointed them around vigilantly.
Several black shadows fell from above, spinning rapidly but making no sound.
When they were close to the ground, they changed their posture from falling to drifting parallel to the ground, piercing the necks of the six gangsters.
The six gangsters' bodies immediately stiffened, they lost consciousness, and fell to the ground with a thud.
The scarecrow's hand secretly opened a tube of fear potion and let it evaporate around him: "Come out, Mr. You-Know-Who, maybe we can talk."
A figure jumped over the railing from the sixteenth floor and fell rapidly. When he was about to land, the cloak behind him unfolded and slid, removing most of the gravity acceleration.
Bang!
With a slightly dull sound of two feet landing on the ground, the man stood in front of the scarecrow, less than two meters away from him.
Scarecrow didn't step back, but asked in a surprised tone: "Batman?"
Although there is a difference in appearance, the process of high-altitude gliding and landing is completely in line with Batman's style.
Luke shook his head indifferently: "Sorry, you got the wrong answer."
Duang!
scarecrow:
Unfortunately, his brain was not as resistant as Zas's, and he could only faint with a lot of questions and resentment in his mind: as long as he climbed up for a moment, the fear gas would take effect and he could turn defeat into victory.
Luke, who was completely shielded from the outside air, certainly didn't care about this little nerve gas.
But he was in a hurry and had no time to say the exit lines to the Scarecrow.
Besides, there are no spectators here, and there is no need for the crowbar man to appear. Just knock him down, throw him into space, and call it a day.
Why do we need a scarecrow? Because this guy has committed many major crimes, targeting a large number of civilians, and his experience points are definitely among the best.
Secondly, fear gas can still be studied.
Following non-lethal equipment such as vomiting, farting, itching, and cramps, it would be nice to develop a fear equipment for Selina and find new fun in beating people.
…
After the otaku group escaped from the building, they did not delay any longer and quickly walked towards their home.
They all lived in the same apartment block, so they went out together and went back together.
There are many people coming and going on the road.
Some of them looked very excited, probably because they just came out to buy it for free.
Some were holding various things and walking towards home cautiously.
The latter type of people, especially the unlucky ones who act alone, often have their harvests snatched away by others, and can only go back to look for new harvests.
This made the otakus nervous all the way: who knows if there is a wife who will forcibly take their wives away.
Fortunately, there were quite a few of them, and the things they took were inconspicuous.
Most of the people who were robbed had large, relatively expensive electronic products in their hands, or brand-name sneakers and the like.
The figures in the hands of otakus are also not cheap, but the problem is that most people do not have the ability to distinguish between ordinary dolls and figures.
No one could see it on the poorly lit streets of Gotham City.
We walked a kilometer in fear and were about to leave the commercial area when suddenly there was a loud bang and a huge shadow emerged from the sewer entrance not far ahead.
Along with the huge shadow, a large amount of sewage, mud, and broken road surface sprayed into the air and scattered in all directions.
Under the dim light, a huge shadow roared. Its body was thick and bloated, and out of proportion, like something that was randomly thrown together... a mud man
The next moment, its body suddenly stopped rising, and it returned to the ground with a whoosh. The roar quickly decreased and disappeared.
The otakus who witnessed this scene more than ten meters away felt a chill in their hearts: This feeling... How could this "little monster" be hunted by a bigger monster and then dragged away
She was so frightened that she was stunned for several seconds. Suddenly, "Black Widow" Lawther exclaimed, "Ah, Falco! What is this? It's so smelly and disgusting."
Everyone came back to their senses, looked at each other, then looked at themselves, and suddenly screamed in unison: "Ah, wives! My wives!"
When the "little monster" rushed up just now, it brought up a large amount of sewage, silt, and soil that flew at least ten meters into the air and then fell all around in a parabola.
The otaku group is within this scattered range.
Although the "share" that falls on them is not much, three to five kilograms per person is still no problem.
Given Gotham's municipal capacity and level of pollution, the sewage and sludge in the sewers can definitely be considered "biological weapons."
Each person weighed three to five kilograms, mixed with mud and water. Not only did everyone in the otaku group have a painted face, but even the bags and purses they carried the figures in were covered with a large pool of black, wet stuff.
In the sewer, Luke had just knocked out the weirdo Mudface and stuffed him into Space No. 2 and left.
Faintly hearing the overly shrill scream, he felt relieved after checking the playback footage from the drone surveillance.
Anyway, it wasn't fed directly into the mouth, just a "little bit" of sewage mixture was splashed on the body, which is just a little disgusting, and there is no possibility of poisoning!
He didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to swallow that stuff... Emmm, wait!
They were screaming like pigs being slaughtered, maybe they would really eat them? His thoughts drifted away for a moment, and Luke quickly put it out of his mind: they were just a bunch of passers-by, there was no need to gloat over their misfortune.
…
The wailing otakus were completely helpless. After a while, they automatically stopped this futile behavior and checked the contamination status of their wives.
The good news is that most of the mud and water were blocked by the pockets of the high-end camping bags they bought for "free", but the bad news is that a small amount of water flowed in through the holes that were not completely closed.
The bigger problem is... it stinks so damn much, the smell of my wives is definitely not suitable to play with when I get home.
The worst-off was "Black Widow" Lawther, with only the last pillow left, which was wrapped in his coat, but the exposed lower half was still covered in black.
Others were too busy to care about his plight, so Lawther could only comfort himself stubbornly: "It's okay, wife, we can just clean it up with a high-grade detergent when we get home."
The biggest benefit after this incident was that they no longer had to sneak back.
Everyone who approached them first wrinkled their noses, then got closer and saw clearly the black stuff on their bodies, and instantly retreated.
The Otaku Group is just like that old internet meme—if I turn into a pile of shit, no one will dare to step on my head!