"Heh heh heh … How much longer do you think she can last?" Wu Di's voice suddenly came from behind Disaster.
Famine did not turn around and replied softly, "Are you referring to Catwoman?"
Woody smiled. "Oh? Do you think Not a Scaredy Cat can win? "
Disaster replied, "By the standards of the heroes without superpowers in the DC universe, Selina Kyle's ability isn't outstanding. Her speed and jumping ability are four times that of a normal person, and her endurance when falling from a high place and receiving a heavy blow is three times that of a normal person. In terms of strength, she is only slightly stronger than a healthy adult man … This kind of power is much weaker than male heroes like Nightwing and Nightwing. " She paused. "Even if Not a Scaredy Cat uses any power, the two of them should be evenly matched."
At that moment, she and Woody were floating in the air and had hidden their tracks. No consciousness in this dimension could detect their presence, and of course, that did not include Not a Scaredy Cat and Catwoman who were fighting below them.
"But Catwoman has two things that Not a Scaredy Cat has." Woody continued. "One is excellent fighting skills, and the other … is the 'luck' of a main character in this universe."
"'Luck'?" Famine repeated. "Hmph … Are you saying that she won't die?"
"Yes, and no …" Woody smiled. "Hehehe … For main heroes or villains like Catwoman, if they want to 'die', most of them will fake their death. After disappearing for a period of time, they will reappear." "If the players want to 'die' these characters, they have to master the correct method. They mustn't chop off their heads or beat them into meat paste. If they do that, the DC universe's' highest consciousness' might interfere, like sending Superman to stop the players. "
Woody's tone was laced with sarcasm. "To kill these main characters, I personally recommend a few more classic methods … One, shoot a bullet several millimeters away from their heart. Two, push them into the abyss. Three, make them disappear in an explosion." He opened his arms. "Hehehe … You have to leave some leeway for the 'highest consciousness,' understand? That way, it'll be easier for him to revive these characters. "
"Tsk … It sounds like the 'highest consciousness' here is the same as our boss. He likes to beat around the bush," Disaster replied.
"Hehe …" Woody continued to chuckle. "Actually, the Marvel World's' OAA 'is the same. If there are too many uncorrectable mistakes, it has to' restart 'all the world lines and clear the memories of life."
"Alright, let's get to the point." Disaster said, "You suddenly appeared just to tell me that the person I bet on is about to lose?"
"Hehehe … That's only one of the reasons." Woody's smile was incomparably lewd. "In addition, I also want to show off that my people have already won."
"One day, Woody, I'm going to rip out your throat so that you won't be able to laugh anymore," Disaster said coldly.
"But that won't be today." Woody replied. "At this moment, the young man who bet on Pestilence has been forced to retreat, and Mr. Yoo's people have been killed. With the death of your little girl, the last variable will disappear."
"Hmph … You dare to say that victory is within your grasp?" Famine coldly snorted. "Even if my people really do die here as you predicted, you still won't be able to win." She turned around and said, "Sid's Shiva and War's Seven Kills are far more powerful than that madman under you. It's only a matter of time before the two regain their freedom."
"Hehehe … It's only when they regain their freedom that things will be easier …"
…
At the same time, in the car that left the police station.
"Hey, where are we going?" Seven Kills yelled at the officers on the car through the window and bulletproof glass.
However, the officers ignored him.
The car's design was unique. There was only a small window between the driver's seat and the back of the car. The window was made of bulletproof glass, and both sides of the glass were covered with iron mesh. The back of the car was surrounded by metal plates that were as tough as armor. The door could not be opened from the inside, and there were many reliable latches on the outside.
Based on their experience in transporting supervillains, the Gotham police had come up with this kind of car. The officers responsible for the transport would not be in the same car as these criminals, lest they were hijacked. Other than the passenger in front, the other officers and the key to the back of the car were in the other car. When they reached their destination, the people in the other car would get out and surround the car to open the door.
"Don't waste your energy. They can't hear you." Shiva still looked unfazed.
"You sure have it easy," Seven Kills said. "Aren't you afraid that I'll suddenly kill you?"
At that moment, the two were sitting across from each other, less than one meter away from each other. For a fighting specialist like Seven Kills, this was indeed a situation where he had the upper hand.
"You and I both know that if we want to escape, the chance of success is higher if we work together," Shiva said. "If we want to fight, we have to shake off the police and superheroes first."
"Then, what are you waiting for?" Seven Kills said. He pulled his arms to the side and broke the chain in the middle of the handcuffs. He did the same to the chains on his feet.
"I'm waiting for the car to be far enough away from the city center," Shiva replied. "That way, when we run, there won't be any superheroes nearby to help us."
When Seven Kills heard that, he stood up and looked out the window. He wanted to see the scenery outside through the windshield, but there were two layers of glass, and it was night outside. He could not see clearly.
"There's no need to waste your energy. My sleuthing mastery is not bad, so I have a general idea of the situation outside," Shiva said. "We should be close to the edge of the city, and we can make our move at any time, but … I'm thinking about something."
"What is it?" Seven Kills asked.
"Don't you think it's weird? We've already surrendered and followed them into the police station. Why would they stop halfway through the interrogation and try to send us somewhere else? "
"Of course, they're afraid of our power."
"Perhaps that is one of the reasons," Shiva said. "But I think … there are other reasons." He raised his eyes to look at Seven Kills. "We've been very cooperative, and you and I have not directly harmed any of the citizens of Gotham City. But why … do they suddenly seem to have lost their trust in us and can't wait to send us somewhere else to deal with us? "
"Did someone say or do something … to change their mind?" Seven Kills thought about it for a few seconds.
"Now that I think about it … Shadow King's death sure is strange," Shiva said. "Obviously, there is more to that Feng Bujue … than meets the eye."
"Does he have some kind of skill that allows him to control the actions of the characters in the scenario?" Seven Kills asked.
"If he really has that kind of skill, we would be dead already. He only needs to send one or two superheroes to assassinate us when we're alone, and the problem will be solved," Shiva said. "My speculation is … this Feng Bujue has been causing trouble everywhere and then dragged us into the same situation as him, causing the NPC to view us as enemies."
Seven Kills heard that and agreed with that possibility. "Oh … So, if we resist and run now, we'll have fallen into his trap, and we won't be able to explain ourselves."
"That's right, but from the looks of it, that is our only choice," Shiva said. "If we run, we'll become enemies with the righteous forces in the scenario. It'll be very dangerous and passive." He paused. "But if we don't run, we might be sent to a place like Black Gate Prison to be guarded. Then, it'll become a competition of game time. If he hasn't logged into Thriller Paradise for long today, we'll be kicked offline before he does. "
"Without a fight, he won against two people on the combat stat ranking," Seven Kills said, and he started to laugh. "Feng Bujue … such a good plan."
"What I don't understand is, since the superheroes can find us, they can find him as well. He can't be stronger than us, so how can he avoid being captured or killed? "Shiva asked.
"Perhaps he's already been captured, but he's not locked up with us. For him, he only needs to stay alive and stay away from other players, "Seven Kills said. "The mission for Indistinguishable Mode is to be the only surviving player in the scenario, so I believe he's trying to win without fighting us."
"He has used the rules reasonably and the resources in the scenario to checkmate us," Shiva said. He struggled free from the restraints on his limbs. "At this point, we can't change the situation. After all … it takes time to prove that you're a good person, but you can be a bad person at any time. " He stood up as well. "Strategy and brute force are both ways to win. Today, it was Feng Bujue, this player who is not on the combat stat ranking, who taught us a lesson."
Seven Kills also stood up. "Don't make it sound like he's already won. I haven't given up yet."
"I have a suggestion," Shiva said.
Seven Kills knew what he was going to say, so he smiled. "After we escape, we shouldn't fight, right?"
"That's right, but there's no trust between us," Shiva said. "As for working together … forget it."
"We'll split up, and after one of us finds and kills that guy …"
"… we'll fight again."
Both of them were top players, so they would not allow an unknown player like Feng Bujue to scheme against them. At this point, they could win this Killing Game, but they could not let the level twenty-eight guy win, or else it would be too easy for him.
Therefore, the two experts came to an agreement in just a few words.
Moments later, there was a loud boom, and the van that they were escorting was pulled by an internal force. It bounced off the ground and flipped in the air. Then, there was a flash of fire under the van, and two figures leaped out.
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