The bunch of illiterates and slackers were at a loss. If they could study hard, why would they be buying stuff with zero dollars here?
They could only continue to glare at "Smart Guy" Koder. "So, where is the d * mn trophy?"
Koder looked like he was on the verge of tears. He had blurted it out in a moment of joy. How would he know where the answer was?
But seeing that the weapons around him were raised higher and the people were getting closer, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind. "Memory, memory card, find a place that sells memory cards."
With a specific item in mind, the people who used the phone more or less knew what it was. They turned and ran toward the phone shop.
When the others saw this, they also followed with a loud rumble.
Seeing the phone shop like a zombie horde, people squeezing each other and grabbing each other's hands, the geeks were so scared that they almost peed their pants. They didn't dare to go closer.
Besides, the geeks had a bunch of "wives" on them. If they went closer, wouldn't they be dilly-dallying with a bunch of stinky men? They didn't want to!
Luckily, most people were paying attention to the trophy, so no one paid attention to them. A few of them slipped to the side.
"Black Widow" Lawther glared at "Spiderman" Koder angrily. "You just want to attract attention, don't you? You guessed that we were secretly looking for it. Do you have to be so loud? Do you think that everyone around you is a cheerleader? "
"Exactly, you always say that people dress up in women's clothes, and you like to tie ropes around yourself. You're a complete Spiderman." "Hammer God" Viktor quickly followed.
"You secretly took the trophy," Heather said. "Isn't it good to get out of here alive?"
Koder opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.
But he was just a geek. How could he do things so flawlessly?
At that moment, the Riddler had already started with the second riddle. "I can't be bought, but I can be easily stolen by you. I'm worthless to one person, but priceless to two people. What am I? "
Many people who couldn't squeeze in to find the trophy heard him, but they still didn't know the answer. So someone shouted, "Where are those perverts? Come out and answer the question. "
A group of nerdy otakus curled up and hid in an even darker corner.
In any case, there was only a ghostly dim green light here, and there were many places where people could not be seen at all.
The Riddler did not intend to let anyone go. He did all of this just to enjoy his sense of superiority in terms of IQ. He would not provide sufficient illumination for these people to play the game.
There were many people at the venue, and it was very chaotic. Not many people remembered the appearance of the Otaku Group.
Moreover, they decisively hid in a corner, and finally, no one discovered that they were "that group of perverted men."
Naturally, no one could answer the second question. The trophy for the first question was found, but it was taken by a bunch of people.
Some people thought that it was enough to get it. They even raised the trophy and shouted, "I got it! Let me out!" But as soon as they said that, their hands were empty.
The Riddler was intoxicated by his own intelligence and wisdom. "Foolish people, always striving for such impossible things."
He knew that there was no chance of exchanging any of the trophies, unless there was only one person left.
Just as he was feeling proud of himself, an angry roar sounded not far behind him. "Ah, you psychopath, you only dare to bully us poor people. I'm going to beat you to death."
The Riddler was stunned. He looked to the side and saw a rough man holding a steel pipe, striding towards him.
That shabby jacket, plaid shirt, and jeans made it obvious that he was a laborer.
The Riddler frowned. It shouldn't be! With his superhuman IQ, his defense line was flawless. It was impossible for anyone to find the top floor.
Could it be that this person found a place to climb up? The Riddler was puzzled, but he still calmly raised his bent walking stick.
Just by looking at the speed of this person's movements, he knew that he was not a special person.
As long as he used a small tool in his walking stick, he could subdue this brainless, low-level idiot.
But just as the Riddler raised his walking stick, the other party seemed to be too excited. The steel pipe that he was waving flew out of his hand and spun towards the Riddler's head.
The Riddler snorted in dissatisfaction and raised his walking stick to sweep it.
Duang！
The steel pipe and the metal walking stick collided, and in a strange "arc jump", it flipped over the walking stick that was blocking its way. The speed of its rotation became very slow.
Duang！
The steel pipe that was originally aimed at the Riddler's face leaped over his head, and one end just so happened to tilt up and hit the back of his head.
The Riddler's body swayed, and his vision went black. There seemed to be many small stars shining in the darkness.
Then, his right hand felt lighter. Even his bent walking stick had been snatched away, and he heard a shout. "Riddler, get out of Gotham City!"
Following this shout, the walking stick that had changed owners slammed into his right leg, and the sound of bones breaking rang out.
The Riddler's head cleared up a little from the pain, and he screamed. "B * stard, who are you?"
Luke waved the walking stick, fully feeling the sturdiness and smoothness of this mutated fighting stick. He didn't forget to spout nonsense. "Your retarded riddles are disgusting. Do you know how pigs die?"
The Riddler screamed, but his eyes couldn't help but reveal a thoughtful look.
Luke hit him again and broke his left leg. "You die because you're stupid, idiot!"
The Riddler:???
Luke asked, "Do you know how I got up here?"
The Riddler couldn't help but think again.
Luke swung the walking stick again and broke his right hand. "I walked up here, idiot!"
The Riddler screamed, "You lied to me. This isn't a riddle at all!"
Luke thought for a moment and raised the walking stick. "You're not going to admit that you're stupid? I'm going to beat you up and get out of Gotham City today!"
Crack!
The Riddler's left hand was also broken.
…
In the hall on the ground floor, the group of people who had been noisily fighting for the trophy had already quietened down. They all turned their heads and gaped at the "spectacle" on the surveillance screen.
What happened to the supervillains? What happened to the extreme brutality? What happened to the control of everything?
At that moment, the lights in the building brightened again, and many people also noticed that the metal shutter door on the ground floor was rising.
Outside the door, several criminals in black masks were lying on the ground, motionless.
Some of the people near the door completely forgot about the people who had been shot earlier, and ran out of the door.
When the others saw that, they immediately followed.
No matter what the situation was, it was better to leave with everyone first. That was what most people were thinking.
After almost everyone left, the nerds finally came out from their hiding places. Everyone was acting suspiciously.
Suddenly, Black Widow Lawther's phone rang. Everyone shuddered in fear.
Hurriedly taking out his cell phone to answer the call, Viktor lowered his voice: "Xiu 'er, why did you call me?" (Xiu' er showers, played by Shuyou Shuyou)
Xiu 'er said impatiently, "Sissy, where's my husband? Why haven't you brought him back after so long? "
Lawther said with a pained expression, "We were stuck in the mall just now and haven't escaped yet. You can call your brother. Why are you calling me? "
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