While he was imagining the big scene later, Scarecrow suddenly felt that the building was a little quiet.
The sound of the twenty criminals moving the canisters and launchers wasn't soft, and they had to coordinate with each other over the walkie-talkies every now and then.
But now … it was too quiet.
Scarecrow suddenly raised his head and looked at the transparent elevator in the middle of the building.
This square and the elevator were also important reasons why he had chosen this place, because it was easy to see the criminals' progress.
At that moment, the transparent elevator rose to the 16th floor and stopped there.
There were still six criminals moving the canisters on the ground floor. They didn't seem to notice anything unusual.
Scarecrow was furious. "Something's wrong! Ask the people upstairs what they're doing!"
Alerted, the six criminals also sensed that something wasn't right. They raised their guns and aimed at their surroundings warily.
Several shadows spun rapidly but didn't make any sound as they fell from above.
When they got close to the ground, they changed directions, and instead of falling, they drifted parallel to the ground and stabbed into the necks of the six criminals.
The six criminals immediately stiffened and lost consciousness as they fell to the ground.
Scarecrow secretly opened a tube of fear drug and let it evaporate around him. "Come out, Mr. Mystery Man. We might be able to talk."
A figure jumped over the railing on the 16th floor and quickly descended. As he approached the ground, his cloak unfurled and he glided to reduce most of the gravitational acceleration.
Bang!
With a dull thud, the person stood in front of Scarecrow less than two meters away.
Scarecrow didn't retreat, but asked in surprise, "Batman?"
Although there was a difference in appearance, this high-altitude gliding and landing was completely in line with Batman's style.
Luke shook his head indifferently. "Sorry, you're wrong."
Duang！
Scarecrow:???
Unfortunately, his head wasn't as sturdy as Zath's, and he could only pass out with a stomach full of questions and indignation. As long as he was on the ground for a moment, the fear gas would take effect, and he would be able to turn the tables.
Luke, who was completely shielded from the outside air, naturally didn't care about this nerve gas.
But he was in a hurry, and didn't have time to say his lines to Scarecrow.
Besides, there was no audience here, and he didn't need to be a hero. He could just knock them over, throw them into his space, and call it a day.
Why did he want to use Scarecrow? Because this guy had committed a lot of major crimes against civilians, and was definitely one of the best in terms of experience and credit points.
Secondly, the Fear Poison Gas could be used for research.
Apart from non-lethal equipment like [Vomit], [Fart], [Itch], and [Cramp], he would also develop a piece of Fear equipment for Selina. It would be a good idea to find a new way to beat people up.
…
After the otaku group escaped from the building, they didn't delay any longer and quickly headed back to their homes.
They all lived in the same block of apartment buildings, so they went out together and went back together.
There were many people on the road.
Some of them looked very excited. They probably just came out to buy it for zero yuan.
Some of them were carrying all kinds of things and were vigilantly walking home.
The latter group, especially the unlucky ones who acted alone, often had their spoils snatched away by others. They could only turn back and look for new spoils.
This made the otaku walk on tenterhooks. Who knew if there was a psychopath who wanted to snatch their wives?
Fortunately, there were many of them, and the things they carried were not eye-catching.
Most of the people who were robbed had relatively large and expensive electronic and electrical products, or branded sneakers and the like.
The figurines in the hands of otaku weren't cheap either, but the problem was that most people didn't have the ability to differentiate between ordinary figurines and figurines.
On the poorly lit streets of Gotham City, no one would be able to tell.
After walking a kilometer in fear and trepidation, just as they were about to leave the business district, there was a sudden rumble. A huge shadow emerged from the sewer not far ahead.
As the huge shadow emerged, a large amount of dirty water, mud, and cracked pavement sprayed into the air and scattered everywhere.
Under the dim light, the huge shadow roared. Its body was thick and bloated, and its proportions were out of whack. It was like a … mud man?
The next moment, its body that was moving upwards suddenly stopped and returned to the ground with a swoosh. The roar quickly faded and disappeared.
The otaku group, who had witnessed this scene more than ten meters away, felt a chill run down their spines. This feeling … Why was this "little monster" being hunted by a bigger monster and dragged away?
After a few seconds of shock, Black Widow Lawther suddenly exclaimed, "Ah, Fako! What is this? It stinks and disgusts. "
Everyone came back to their senses. They looked at each other and then at themselves. Suddenly, they screamed in unison, "Ah, wives! My wives! "
When the "little monster" charged up just now, it had kicked up a lot of dirty water, mud, and mud at least ten meters into the air before it fell down in a parabola.
The otaku group was within range.
Although not much had fallen on them, it was still three to five kilograms per person.
Given Gotham's level of pollution, the dirty water and mud in the sewers could be considered "biological weapons."
Three to five kilograms per person, and it was a mixture of mud and water. Not only were the otaku's faces stained, even the bags and bags on their backs were covered in black, sticky stuff.
In the sewers, Luke had just knocked out the weirdo, Mud Face, and stuffed him into Space 2.
He could vaguely hear the overly shrill screams, and was relieved when he checked the replay of the drone surveillance footage.
In any case, it wasn't like they had been directly fed the stuff, and had only been splashed with "a little" of the sewer mixture. It was just a little disgusting, and there was no chance of them being poisoned!
He didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to swallow that stuff … Erm, wait!
They were screaming like pigs being slaughtered. Who knew, they might really eat it? Luke quickly tossed the thought to the back of his mind. They were just a bunch of passersby; there was no need to gloat.
…
There was nothing the otaku group could do. After screaming for a moment, they automatically stopped what they were doing and checked on their wives' condition.
The good news was that most of the mud was blocked by the pockets of the high-end camping bags they had bought with zero yuan. The bad news was that a small amount had flowed in through the gaps that hadn't been completely closed.
The bigger problem was that … it was too smelly. When they got back, the smell on their wives was definitely not something they could play with.
"Black Widow" Lawther was the worst off. He only had one pillow left, which he had wrapped in his coat, but the lower half of it was still black.
The others were too busy looking after him to care about him. Lawther could only comfort himself. "It's fine, honey. We'll just wipe it clean with a high-end detergent when we get back."
The greatest advantage of all this was that they no longer had to sneak their way back.
Everyone who approached them wrinkled their noses, but when they got closer and saw the black stuff on their bodies, they instantly retreated.
The otaku group was just like that old internet meme — as long as you turned into a pile of sh * t, nobody would dare step on your head!
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