Extra: Fantasy Journey Sixty

"Becoming a Detective in the Film and Television World ()"

"Big Boss" Lowther seemed to know what everyone was thinking, and added: "As soon as he comes back, I'll give him a black widow... mug. I swear!"

Everyone: "嘁~~~"

I pray that everyone can be sincere, but send a "wife"?

I'm sorry, even if you just send something that you use with a picture of "wife" on it, that's too forgiving and kind, and they won't accept it.

The group really just faced the hapless teacher Aoi, bowed their heads and prayed (mourned) for him for five seconds, then turned around collectively and quickly slipped away.

joke! No one wants to be the next aoi teacher.

The "wife" and "wife" brand supplies that I got have never been used, and it would be too stupid to die in such a meaningless mess.

I have to say, this FFF group is indeed a bit smart.

During the time they came out, stopped, and prayed, the joker's traditional performance was already on the scene.

He personally took out two remote controls, one white and one black, and walked to Mr. Wei: "Now, I will give you the right to choose. Press the white button, and you can rescue these rich pigs. Press the black button. button and you can kill all my men in tonight's operation."

The big mouth drawn by the red oil paint grinned, and he slowly put the two remote controls into Mr. Wei's hands, holding the white in the left hand and the black in the right.

Joker looked at Mr. Wei who was not moving, and couldn't help but leaned forward and whispered in his ear: "I'll give you a little tip - heaven is on the left, hell is on the right, good luck, baby Bruce."

Then he frowned: In the past, Mr. Wei should want to do it.

Even if joker takes the initiative, both parties know that he will not launch the plan just because he is punched by Master Wei.

Because when joker designed the plan, he didn't think about what he would be beaten by Master Wei, and he himself was part of the bargaining chip.

Otherwise, if the crisis of those hostages is simply lifted, Master Wei may not be interested in playing with him.

But now Mr. Wei is just looking at him coldly, the blue and white light flashing in his glasses, showing that he has mood swings, but that's all.

The hands-free blues are so unfun. Joker waited for a moment, then walked down the steps boringly: "Everyone, it'sshowtime, justdoit!"

The robbers just nodded and started pushing the celebrities towards the surrounding crowd.

Mr. Wei looked at the men and women who were screaming and crying in panic, and the thugs who were roaring excitedly, then looked at the two remote controls in his hand, and suddenly laughed: "Sorry, I won't play with you this time. already."

As soon as the words fell, he threw away the two remote controls, as if he had thrown away the shackles that bound him, and his whole body became relaxed.

Joker, who had only walked a few meters, turned his head in surprise: "What did you say?"

Master Wei stepped forward and punched him in the face with just the right amount of strength.

As soon as Joker's eyes darkened, he swayed and fell down. He vaguely heard Mr. Wei's cold voice in his ears: "Just wait until you enter the little dark room, I will build one for you in Arkham, and let you perform for you. See for yourself."

As the joker fell to the ground, Master Wei fluttered his cloak and rushed towards the thugs.

explosive? It doesn't matter.

It's good that these people can be rescued, but if they can't be rescued, it's the trigger button that the thugs pressed. What does it have to do with Mr. Wei.

He just quickened his pace and rushed to the thugs that were pouring in like a flood, punching and kicking.

The thugs were taken aback by the sudden appearance of Batman before, and they were a little cowardly.

Batman's reputation has accumulated from beating thousands of criminals, and at the moment they seem to be committing a crime.

But Mr. Wei was actually threatened by the joker. After he came down to delay the time, he confronted the joker and ignored these people at all.

In this "gambling" game, these guys don't even count as chips, at most... poker - it's up to them to decide the outcome,

But after use it is worthless and can be thrown in the trash.

At this moment, these tool people wanted to "turn over the trump card", but Mr. Wei was not interested in continuing, and chose to lift the table directly.

The table was lifted, and the "playing cards" on it naturally flew up.

Yes, they really took off.

After obtaining the high-energy battery provided by Luke, Mr. Wei's scientific research team has been trying to completely integrate it into the battle armor.

So far, progress is good.

Mr. Wei's armor already has most of the characteristics of mechanical bones - such as power.

Compared with the main action before, the mechanical bones added to the armor are the main power source, and the impact of one punch and one ton is not a dream.

The behavior of hitting people with fists and feet is not even considered low energy consumption, and it is easy to beat the thugs who are swarming upside down and fall into the crowd behind.

At first, the thugs who were too numerous didn't care, and it was the people in front who were beaten anyway.

But with Mr. Wei incarnated as a beating machine with Mo De's feelings, keeping the rhythm of punching a child for a few minutes, the thugs couldn't take it anymore.

A dozen or two thugs were trampled under the feet of their makeshift companions, and most felt nothing.

But what about one or two hundred? They all lay on the ground in a large area, and those who rushed over were directly tripped over, and after another wave, they knocked down the "role mountains" one after another.

Hundreds of men and women, and dozens of unlucky ones were dragged into the crowd.

But the lucky ones were only "covered" by Roshan, the most injured, and it was too early to die.

And the hundreds of thugs remaining on the cross street shrank back involuntarily.

Being beaten is not a big deal, but Batman's ruthless, efficient, and persistent "beating machine" is a pain in the ass.

The remaining hundreds of people went up, only to be beaten for a few more minutes, and they would all fall down.

They came out to vent, not to vent to crime buster Batman.

In this moment, the thugs seem to recall the glorious exploits of Batman, who has ruled Gotham City for more than a decade.

Looking at Mr. Wei's line of sight, vigilance, shrinking, fear, but no hatred.

Before tonight, many of them were actually Batman fans.

It's just that under the instigation of people with a heart, they chose to release the grievances and disappointments in their daily life tonight.

Now, Batman chased hundreds of people and beat them in public. The brains of the temporary thugs were like being hit with a stick, and suddenly they were a little sober.

Victor couldn't help but sent a congratulatory message to the lead brother: "Wow, bro, your beating is so cool!"

Mr. Wei's brows did not loosen, instead he raised his head slightly and glanced left and right.

Victor wondered: "What's the matter, where is the situation?"

Master Wei: "I don't know. But joker's "game" won't be so simple."

Victor was speechless for a moment before he asked tentatively, "Perhaps your response this time was unexpected to him?"

Master Wei still shook his head: "Have you ever caught fish?"

Father Victor is a research maniac. He has no hobby of fishing at all. Of course, it is impossible to take his son to play with it.

The young Victor also prefers direct and intense sports, so he can only answer awkwardly: "Uh, does it count as fishing for goldfish with a net?"