Extra: Fantasy Journey 64

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

Xiu'er's voice turned into a roar: "You mean Fisher? That Soul Dan has never answered my phone."

Lowther turned his head and decisively handed the phone to a fish-scale companion: "Your sister, you can solve it."

This is still a dead fat house, and the one wearing fish scales should be... fat puffer fish?

After all, his stomach is his most prominent focus, and the slightly reflective fish scales are stuffed round.

"Fat Pufferfish" Fisher frowned and took the phone: "Hey, my phone was squeezed out just now..."

Having said this, he suddenly came back to his senses and whispered to his companions: "Hey, hurry up and help me find it."

"Iron Man" Summer looked at him with the look of a fool: "There must be new ones at the mobile phone counter. Are you still using your broken mobile phone?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was walking out stopped in unison: Yes, everyone ran away, it's okay to take a few steps to the mobile phone counter to get something and then walk away... right?

Fisher also wanted to go, but Xiuer asked repeatedly on the other end of the phone, "Did my husbands get them back? The eldest husband Batman needs a little more, the second husband Iron Man can be a little less..."

Fisher wanted to cry: How does it feel to have a sister who has the same hobbies as him? That is by no means heaven.

Because she will squeeze the time and money of the dead house, directly or in disguise, reduce the number of wives owned by the dead house.

For example, tonight, Fisher had to give half of the "snap purchase" share to the show's "husbands" - Batman and Iron Man figures.

Soul pale! Why does my sister not only like a "husband", but also like to make her husbands CP! A certain fat puffer roared in his heart.

The dead house group soon entered the junk-like mobile phone store and began to rummage for possible new mobile phones.

"Black Widow" Lowther picked up a small metal trophy a little speechlessly.

This is the Riddler trophy that was madly robbed by hundreds of people just now.

Only there were dozens of unlucky bastards on the ground.

Some of them were beaten during the looting, some were knocked down and trampled, but fortunately there was no big problem.

A few who were not seriously injured even got up and looked around, hoping to get back some "medical expenses" for themselves.

The dead house Lowther couldn't help but feel a little sad: "I have nothing to do with zero yuan purchases, isn't it bad for women's clothing at home?"

Just as he was saying this, a dark figure jumped down from the upstairs and landed in front of him, making a dull thud.

Lawther didn't respond at all.

Luke turned around, looked at the guy, and suddenly laughed: "I think you're very thoughtful, boy juice!" He said and pulled the backpack he was wearing as a Black Widow figure.

Lawther just wanted to do it, and suddenly felt that this person was a little familiar.

Seeing the more familiar bent crutches in his other hand, he froze all over, and then began to tremble: "You, you, you..."

Luke tapped his shoulder with a cane: "lady juice, women's clothes are women's clothes, but don't run around black widows in the future, it's easy to be beaten."

Especially your wretched and hot eyes look! He silently added in his heart, and strode out of the mall.

Lowther was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses and rubbed his shoulders: "Oh, it hurts."

In order to punish the women's clothing lover for polluting his vision, Luke specially clicked on the bones.

But the bigger pain is still behind: "Ah? My wife, God, this damn guy stole all of my wife."

Distress, of course, is more lasting than bone pain, and it lasts forever.

Seeing this, "Fat Pufferfish" Fisher, who was still being nagged by Xiuer, couldn't help but be filled with happiness: fortunately, he didn't like women's clothing, otherwise he wouldn't be able to keep half of his wife.

The rest of the people thought the same thing, but they speeded up their search: this world is really getting more and more bottomless, and there are people who will rob their wives! Or hurry home and put my wife away.

Only Lowther, with tears in his eyes, silently took the surviving Black Widow pillow under his arm to the front and gently stroked: "Now, I have only you. Don't worry, I will definitely treat you well."

...

On the other side, the trio of Mr. Wei, Victor, and the minibus were already fighting the fire everywhere.

Superman still won't come.

Following fires and chemical explosions, major dangers have occurred in various parts of the metropolis.

Batman doesn't have to think about it, let Superman not worry about Gotham City, this is definitely one of the joker's plans.

It really makes Superman idle, and these super villains in Gotham City will all rush to the street within half an hour, after all, no matter how strong they are, they can't stand Superman's punch.

The best thing to do with Notre Dame's Superman is to let him keep saving people.

Originally, this was supposed to be a game time created by joker for himself, but who knew that this time, Mr. Wei didn't fall into the trap and directly knocked him out.

The two cities will be chaotic and chaotic, but joker has no chance to play.

Only Master Wei led his teammates to kill and kill.

Mr. Wei was the main attack, Victor assisted and supported, and the minibus checked and filled up the omissions. Several super villains were knocked out before they had time to resist.

Mr. Wei didn't even care about them, the minibus threw the comatose supervillain into Victor's remote-controlled ray transporter with a squeak.

The entire process is completely pipelined, without wasting time.

But Mr. Wei was busy for a while and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Almost all of the ones he caught were not brainy enough, or ostentatious outside, such as Two-faced Man, Pig-faced Professor, Poison Ivy Girl, and Grandi.

And the other Bane, Penguin, Mad Hatter, Riddler, none of these sinister and cunning guys appeared.

Could it be that they have already united in private to make big news? Mr. Wei's heart moved and he raised his vigilance.

When the housekeeper was notified, he immediately stepped up his efforts to find these important targets everywhere.

Inside the underground tunnel they could not see, Baine, as strong as a mountain, was now panting like an ox, half-kneeling.

In the pipeline he came all the way, there were a series of downed gangsters.

"Who are you?" He gritted his teeth and tried to prop up his body from the front, waiting for the black figure in front of him.

Although this figure is a big circle smaller than Master Wei, he has established an irresistible impression in Bane's mind.

Useless! Nothing works!

Regardless of strength, speed, skills, and auxiliary equipment, he was crushed in all directions, and even the last attempt to stimulate his body's potential failed.

The other party was so calm and unhurried, punching him to his knees on the ground with one punch and one kick, and also dealt with more than a dozen of Bane's elite subordinates by the way.

This is more desperate than being defeated by any ability or weapon to suppress the bottom of the box. It is enough to prove that the opponent can't beat him if he doesn't do his best.

Now, Bane's competitive spirit led him to ask that question.

Because he doesn't believe this is Batman, Batman is not that strong at all, at least the hand-to-hand combat didn't grab him to the point where he didn't.

Luke was surprised: "You don't know me?"