It wasn't that Xiu Er was too cold-blooded, it was just that there weren't many people in the city who actually ran into supervillains.
From the feedback she got from calling some of her acquaintances, most of them had gained a lot and went home satisfied.
But Fisher and the others came back later than most. She was a little flustered, so she called them halfway to confirm.
In fact, each villain only had ten to twenty helpers.
For a small team like this, there were only three to five hundred people who could threaten them face to face. Any more than that … Did they really think they were an army?
The people at the bottom of Gotham City weren't stupid. Once they realized that the villains couldn't control the situation, they would immediately disperse. They wouldn't be stupid enough to stay as hostages.
Moreover, Master Wei's team of three and Lu Ze, who was secretly capturing people to earn points, were quickly reducing the number of villains.
Hundreds of villains of all sizes had come out of Arkham, but they only affected ten to twenty thousand people.
The "lucky ones" who ran into them three times in a row and came out unscathed were extremely rare.
Even though they came back smelly and covered in mud, they hadn't even been scratched by the supervillains. The only scratch on their hands had been caused by accident when they were trying to buy something, so they couldn't blame it on the villains.
Lawther was speechless at such a heart-wrenching question.
Thinking about tonight's experience, he could only nod and admit, "Okay, we're really lucky. Before tonight, I've never heard of anyone surviving after running into three supervillains in an hour. We did it. "
Xiu Er asked, "Who saved you? My husband?"
Lawther said, "Even though I wanted to see Batman save us with my own eyes, he wasn't the one who saved us tonight. It was …"
Xiu Er asked, "Who? The Dark Knight? You guys always say he's Batman's sidekick. Actually, I think he's really handsome. "
Lawther thought, You've never seen anyone's face, but you're sure they're handsome? What if they look like that bald, skinny guy?
Complaining in his heart, he answered, "The one who saved us was Stickman."
Xiu Er frowned. "Stickman? That sounds like a villain's nickname. "
Lawther said, "He's a stickman. He used a stick to beat up Riddler, and then a fierce bald, skinny guy. Yeah, I gave him that nickname. "
Xiu'er immediately came to a realization. "No wonder you're so tasteless."
Lawther was not convinced. "He's a workman himself. Isn't that even more old-fashioned?"
"… I don't believe you. You must be lying to me."
Lawther raised his hand. "I swear on my wife's name that I'm not lying."
Xiu'er was speechless. The reputation of the dead otaku wife was much more important than their face. It seemed that this was true.
Only then did Lawther explain the situation in detail, especially Luke's typical worker's outfit. He also described his weapon as a crowbar to prove his identity as a worker.
Xiu 'er was stupefied as she listened. She shook her head from time to time, and muttered, "This is impossible, this is too magical, this is not scientific."
She could not accept that the hero who stood up in times of danger, beat up the villains, and saved a large number of civilians was actually a civilian.
Being a superhero in Gotham was much harder than being rich.
At the very least, he didn't need to risk his life all the time to get rich. Superheroes, on the other hand, were a thorn in the side of supervillains.
No matter how great Batman was, he couldn't stand up to the simple and honest Gotham City.
A lot of people tried to learn from him, but ended up dead on the streets after one or two attempts, and people even spread the word about how they wanted to be heroes.
The supervillains and their subordinates used this bloody reality to tell everyone that a hero's moment of glory would be a crematorium afterward. There were risks in being a hero, and tears would flow down one's loved ones' faces.
After decades, fewer and fewer people dared to stand up for him.
Even though Batman was becoming more and more ruthless, and there were enough villains, big and small, in Arkham to form a company, he still couldn't change the atmosphere in Gotham City.
That was because Batman was fighting alone, while supervillains poured in from all over the country.
Gotham City and the metropolis had a total population of more than twenty million, which was about 5% of the population of the dark United States.
There were stable and busy air routes between Gotham City and Europe, and it was an important transportation hub between the two continents.
Only those who were more capable or stupid had fallen to Batman's hands.
In fact, most of the dark forces were in the metropolis outside the two cities, and Lord Wei couldn't take care of them at all.
The elites of these forces would naturally move closer to the two wealthiest metropolis.
That was how helpless reality was.
Batman's existence cracked down on crime, but at the same time, he cleaned up the low-quality gangs and left a lot of room for the stronger gangs.
It was like how Luke's crazy crackdown on illegal drugs and drug dealers in his hometown next door was replaced by all kinds of small and sophisticated organizations.
They took advantage of the skyrocketing price of goods to make huge profits from a small amount of sales. They even developed "guerrilla warfare." They temporarily held multiple transactions in the vast wilderness, minimizing the losses in a single transaction, but effectively reducing Ursa Minor's efficiency.
The criminals in his hometown next door were getting more and more cunning, and their overall efficiency in farming points kept dropping.
Although there were still a lot of fools who delivered themselves up, the real fools couldn't make it big.
That was also one of the reasons why Luke had his clone come to DC to open up a new "leek farm."
It had been a long time since Luke had enjoyed something like tonight where supervillains formed a group to deliver themselves.
Unfortunately, time waited for no man. He took two remote-controlled prototypes with him and quickly swept through the guys who hadn't been targeted by Lord Wei.
Space No.2, which had always lacked heavyweight choices, finally had a good one to keep at the bottom of the box.
Many of them were of high research value, such as Mr. Freeze, who Luke was catching up to.
This guy was dressed like a space warrior. His entire body was covered in a protective suit that was covered in tubes, and he was holding a huge Freeze Gun.
Compared with trash like Riddler, Mr. Freeze was truly intelligent. At the very least, he knew how to use science and equipment.
Thus, after being targeted by Luke, this guy actually relied on his flying equipment to escape for some distance.
But that was all.
Mr. Freeze had only flown a few kilometers, out of Lord Wei's range of focus, when Luke shot him down.
Dizzy from the fall, he got up. Furious, he raised the Freeze Gun in his hand and fired a few shots.
These shots were purely to vent his anger, since Mr. Freeze had no idea who or where his assailant was.
Seeing this, Luke, who had rushed over while hiding, threw a few non-lethal darts from afar.
Swoosh!
A paralysis dart appeared on Mr. Freeze's neck.
He angrily pulled it out and threw it on the ground. He fired a few more shots in the direction he thought the dart was coming from.
Swoosh! Sizzle!
Mr. Freeze's body twitched and he fell to the ground.
Luke finally heaved a sigh of relief. "It seems that ice cubes are still afraid of electricity."
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