"Big Boss" Lawther seemed to know what everyone was thinking. He added, "As soon as he comes back, I'll give him a Black Widow … mug. I swear! "
Everyone: "Pfft ~ ~ ~"
They prayed that they could be sincere, but giving a "wife"?
Sorry, even if it was something they could use themselves with a picture of their "wife" on it, it would be too kind and forgiving. They wouldn't accept it.
The group of them bowed their heads and prayed (silently) for the unlucky Teacher AOI for five seconds before they turned around and ran away as fast as they could.
What a joke! No one wanted to be the next AOI teacher.
They had gotten their hands on so many "wives" and "wife" -brand items, and they hadn't even used them yet. It would be too stupid to die in such a meaningless mess.
It had to be said that this FFF group was quite smart.
In the time it took them to come out, stop, and pray, Joker's traditional skill had arrived.
He personally took out two remote controls, one white and one black, and walked to Lord Wei. "Now, I'll give you the choice. Press the white button, and you can save these rich pigs. Press the black button, and you can kill all my men in tonight's operation. "
The big red painted mouth opened, and he slowly stuffed the two remote controls into Lord Wei's hands. He held the white one in his left hand and the black one in his right.
Seeing that Lord Wei didn't move, Joker couldn't help but whisper in his ear, "Here's a hint — heaven is on the left, hell is on the right. Good luck, Bruce, my little darling."
Then he frowned. In the past, Lord Wei would have been ready to make a move at this time.
Even if Joker had the upper hand, both sides knew that he wouldn't activate his plan just because Lord Wei punched him.
When Joker came up with the plan, he didn't consider how badly he would be beaten up by Lord Wei. He was part of the bargaining chip.
Otherwise, Lord Wei wouldn't have been interested in playing with him just to solve the crisis of the hostages.
But now, Lord Wei just looked at him coldly, his glasses flashing with blue and white light, showing that he was emotional, but that was all.
Bruce was so boring when he didn't make a move. Joker waited for a moment before he walked down the stairs, bored. "Everyone, it's
show
time，just
do
it！”
The robbers just nodded and began to push the socialites into the surrounding crowd.
Lord Wei looked at the panic-stricken, crying men and women, as well as the thugs who were roaring excitedly. He then looked at the two remote controls in his hands and suddenly laughed. "Sorry, I won't be playing with you this time."
As soon as he finished speaking, he casually tossed aside the two remote controls. It was as if he had thrown away the shackles that bound him, and his entire body relaxed.
Joker, who had only walked a few meters, turned his head in surprise. "What did you say?"
Laoye Wei walked over in big strides and landed a punch on his face. The strength of the punch was just right.
Joker's vision darkened, and he collapsed to the ground. Elder Wei's cold voice drifted into his ears. "Just you wait, I'll build one for you in Arkham, and you'll have to put on a show for yourself."
As Joker fell to the ground, Lord Wei's cloak fluttered in the wind as he charged at the thugs.
Explosives? It didn't matter.
It would be good if these people could be rescued, but if they could not be rescued, it was the thugs who pressed the detonation button, it had nothing to do with him, Wei Laoye.
He simply sped up and charged into the tide of thugs, punching and kicking them.
The thugs had been startled by Batman's sudden appearance earlier, and were a little terrified.
Batman's reputation had been built on beating up thousands of criminals, and at that moment, they seemed to be committing a crime.
But Lord Wei had actually come out because of Joker's threat. After deliberately stalling for time, he had confronted Joker after he came down and ignored these people.
In this "betting" game, these fellows could not even be considered as chips. At most, they were … poker cards. The outcome of the game was decided by them, but after they were used, they were worthless and could be thrown into the trash can.
At that moment, these tools wanted to "reveal their trump cards," but Lord Wei wasn't interested in continuing, and chose to directly flip the table.
Since the table was flipped, the "poker cards" on it naturally flew up.
That was right, they really flew up.
After receiving the high-efficiency batteries from Luke, Lord Wei's research team had been trying to completely integrate them into the armor.
So far, they were making good progress.
Lord Wei's armor already had most of the characteristics of a mechanical skeleton, such as power.
Compared to before, when he mainly relied on his own movements, the mechanical skeleton in the armor was now the main source of power. A one-ton punch wasn't a dream.
Using one's fists and feet to hit people didn't even consume a lot of energy. The thugs who were swarming over were easily sent flying into the crowd behind them.
At first, the thugs didn't care because there were too many of them. In any case, it was the people in front who were getting beaten up.
But as Lord Wei turned into an emotionless beating machine and maintained a rhythm of punching a kid for several minutes, the thugs couldn't take it anymore.
Most people didn't feel anything when a dozen or so thugs were stepped on under the feet of their temporary companions.
But a hundred or two hundred? They were all lying on the ground in a mess. The people who charged over were directly tripped, and in waves, they fell onto the "mountains of flesh."
Out of the hundreds of thugs, only a few dozen unlucky ones were dragged into the crowd.
But the lucky ones were only "covered" by the mountains of flesh. At most, they were injured, but it was too early for them to die.
The remaining hundreds of thugs on the crossroads couldn't help but shrink back.
Getting beaten up wasn't a big deal, but it was a pain in the ass to face a "beating machine" like Batman, who was cold, efficient, and long-lasting.
The remaining hundreds of people would only be beaten up for a few more minutes before they all collapsed.
They had come out to vent, not to vent to Batman, the nemesis of crime.
At that moment, these thugs seemed to recall the glorious achievements of Batman, who had ruled Gotham City for more than a decade.
They looked at Lord Wei with vigilance, fear, and fear, but no hatred.
Before tonight, many of them had actually been fans of Batman.
It was just that under the instigation of someone with ulterior motives, they had chosen to release the grievances and frustrations of their daily lives.
Now that Batman had chased after hundreds of people and beaten them up in public, the temporary thugs felt like they had been hit in the head with a stick, and suddenly felt a little more clear-headed.
Victor couldn't help but send a congratulatory message to the leader. "Wow, bro, that was so cool!"
Lord Wei didn't relax his brows. Instead, he raised his head slightly and looked around.
Victor found that odd. "What's wrong? What's going on?"
Lord Wei said, "I don't know. But Joker's' game 'can't be that simple. "
Victor was speechless for a moment, before he asked tentatively, "Maybe your response this time was beyond his expectations?"
Lord Wei still shook his head. "Have you ever gone fishing before?"
Victor's father was a research maniac, and he didn't have a hobby like fishing at all. Naturally, he wouldn't take his son fishing.
Young Victor also preferred direct and intense sports, so he could only answer awkwardly, "Uh, does catching goldfish in a net count?"
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