With the smell and appearance of the Otaku Group now, there are really few people in Gotham who dare to rob them, for fear of being tainted.
In this way, the group managed to return to their own neighborhood successfully, vomiting, complaining, and feeling sorry for their wives.
But if you come home smelling like this, your house will become a mess and will stink for days.
So, the otaku group went directly to their usual activity room—an abandoned warehouse near the block.
Since everyone's living environment was not rich, they transformed this abandoned warehouse and built an ugly but quite sturdy room in the corner with steel bars and iron sheets.
It is filled with out-of-season items that they have accumulated over the years, and only the newest and most beloved ones will be taken home to keep them company.
However, given their financial situation, the large number of figures in that room were either second-hand or even recycled from scrap, or counterfeit and shoddy products.
The truly pure and flawless products are the ones I bought for free tonight.
Therefore, even if they encountered "life and death disasters" again and again tonight, they were unwilling to give up their gains and escape.
The abandoned factory building had water, electricity and beds, all of which were secretly taken over by the otaku group over the years.
There are not many household appliances, and they are definitely not enough for long-term living, but simple eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping are no problem.
After receiving the notification, "Fat Puffer" Fisher's sister Xiu'er had come early, and she also brought a lot of cleaning supplies.
But when a few black and white figures came in, she backed away frantically as if she had been electrocuted: "Wow, where have you been? Did you fall into a cesspool?"
Suddenly, she thought of a terrible possibility and screamed, "Is the toy store you are talking about opened in a public toilet? I don't want it."
Fisher went from being shiny to being "black and shiny". Hearing this, he smiled bitterly: "Well, seeing how we were tormented by those super villains, let's clean up these shits first, okay?"
Xiu'er was suspicious: "Are you sure that what's on you isn't shit? Well, that's right, it stinks much more than shit."
Summer: "Shower, we need to take a shower first."
Looking at the approaching group of stinky otakus, the only female member who had always been strong in the group could only run away in fear.
There was no way. The closer they got, the more difficult it became for her to breathe. This was definitely a cluster of biological weapons!
Soon, a noisy and chaotic voice sounded in the factory: "Xiu'er, where is the shampoo? This little bit is not enough for me alone."
"Xiu'er, where's the shower gel? There are only two bottles, it's not enough."
"Where's the laundry detergent? Why is there only one bag?"
"Only half a bottle of premium cleaning agent? Whose wife should I give it to first?"
"Why isn't the water hot? Is the water heater broken?"
"Asshole, you stepped on my wife's foot. Wife, please don't die."
After a long period of chaos, the otakus finally completed the basic cleaning work by cursing at each other, playing crazy games, compromising with each other, and patching together everything.
As for the effect... Just look at Xiu'er who hid more than ten meters away and found herself a mask with a tongue sticking out.
The otaku group also threw all the clothes they took off into the trash can outside the warehouse, and cleaned up the places that were dirty when they came in with water.
Otherwise, Xiu'er would not have avoided it for more than ten meters, but would have gone straight home.
This is enough for the time being, because they still need to clean the figures they brought back.
No matter how clean you make it, you still have to apply it again.
But for the sake of their wives and husbands, they could only endure it - Xiu'er said that she had completed the transportation of the items, and the cleaning task was handed over to the older brothers.
The otakus all rolled their eyes, but they were not dissatisfied, because Xiu'er was the group's favorite!
Do you know how difficult it is for a poor otaku to find a normal woman to talk to? With Xiu'er here, there are many otakus who want to join their FFF group.
Several people divided the work, and Lawther was assigned the task of opening the backpack pockets and throwing them out.
Because he was the only one among the few people who didn't need to be cleaned, after all, he only brought back a pillow.
Xiu'er just went up to take a look at the Black Widow pillow and issued an "amputation notice": "It's useless. The fabric has been dyed like this and there's no way it can be restored. Cut off the dyed part and make it into a small pillow. If you're too late, the sewage will soak into it and your wife's entire buttocks will be lost."
Lawther had a sad face, but did it immediately.
After all, Xiu'er is a very professional tailor and knows much more about fabric materials than they do.
The full-body pillow was amputated and became a half-body pillow. Lawther felt a sharp pain in his heart: the long legs are gone!
But he was also glad in his heart: Fortunately, his wife's Daxiong and Datun were saved!
The length is still good enough to hold in my arms, so this result... is barely acceptable, it's better than having nothing left.
Although he said this to himself, Lawther looked very depressed: I once carried my wife on my back with a backpack, but I didn't cherish her. I regretted it when she was taken away by someone else. If God could give me another chance, I would definitely... choose a completely opaque backpack.
Except for Lawther who was filled with regret, everyone else gathered in front of a long table, each sorting out the figures they had taken out of their bags.
Everyone has several towels and detergents on hand to deal with different degrees of dirt.
Xiu'er was the luckiest. The "husbands" that Fisher brought back for her were basically not "defiled" and were soon delivered to her who was hiding nearby.
Others don't envy me either.
Fisher brought the things the brother and sister wanted alone, so naturally the quantity was half less than theirs.
Even apart from the figures that were completely dirty and beyond salvage, their gains were still much greater than Xiu'er's.
The unpleasant smell cannot stop the otakus from fulfilling their wishes.
They kept cheering and praising: "Oh my god, this is a collector's item that was released this year. It is said that it can be used in eighteen different poses. She was not affected at all."
"The 30th anniversary edition I have here is even rarer than yours."
"Haha, you are all scum. Look at this 2000 millennium nostalgia model of mine, limited to one thousand pieces worldwide."
Xiu'er was happily fiddling with her haul, but she saw Lawther, who had just thrown away the garbage, standing aside with a dejected look on his face, staring at his half-broken pillow in a daze.
She still felt a little reluctant, so she invited him over for coffee.
Well, she won't drink it, it stinks in here.
But these guys who have been smelling all the way should no longer be able to feel the stench. After a tiring night, they continue to replenish some water and calories.
"Tell me about your big adventure tonight." Xiu'er took the initiative to bring up a topic of interest.
Lawther took a sip of coffee to warm up his cold and twitching heart. "What can I say? We are so unlucky. We have encountered three super villains in a row..."
Xiu'er was surprised: "This... It should be luck, right? With your fighting power, you can actually run back intact?"