Extra: Fantasy Journey Seventy

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It's not that the group favorite Xiu'er is too cold-blooded, it's really that not many people in the city really run into super villains tonight.

From the feedback she called some acquaintances, most of them gained a lot and went home satisfied.

But Fisher and the others came back later than many others, and she was a little flustered, so she called halfway to confirm.

In fact, each villain basically has only 12 or 20 gangsters to assist.

A small team of this size can only threaten three to five hundred people face-to-face, no matter how many... Do you really think this is a forbidden army?

No one is stupid at the weather-beaten bottom of Gotham City. Once they find that the villain can't control the situation, they immediately leave in a hurry, so they are not stupid enough to stay as a hostage forever.

Besides, the three-person group of Mr. Wei on the surface, and Lu someone who was madly arresting people and scoring points in private, are all rapidly reducing the number of activities of the villains.

Hundreds of big and small villains poured out from Arkham, which directly affected only ten or twenty thousand people.

The "lucky ones" like the Dead House Group who have been hit three times in a row without getting hurt are absolutely rare.

Even if they came back stinking and muddy, they didn't even get scratched by the super villains - the only scratches on their hands were accidentally made by themselves during the panic buying, it really can't be attributed to the villains.

Lawther was speechless for such a poignant question.

After thinking about what happened tonight, he can only nod and admit: "Well, we are really lucky. Before tonight, I hadn't heard of anyone who met three supervillains in an hour and was still alive, we done."

Xiu'er: "Who rescued you, my eldest husband?"

Lawther: "...Although I'd really like to see Batman come to save us, it's not him who saved us tonight, but..."

Xiuer: "Who is it? Is it the Dark Knight? You always say he is Batman's sidekick, but I think he must be handsome too."

Lawther: ...you haven't seen anyone's face before, so you're sure they're handsome? What if you look like that bald skinny guy!

Complaining in his heart, he still replied: "It's the stick man who saved us."

Xiu'er frowned: "Stickman? Why does this sound like a villain's nickname."

Lawther: "...he's a stick man. With a stick, he beat up the Riddler, and then beat up a very ferocious bald man. Well, I helped him get this nickname."

Xiu'er was immediately stunned: "I said it was so tasteless."

Lawther was not convinced: "Is he still a workman, isn't he more earthy?"

Xiu'er: "...I don't believe it, you must be lying to me."

Lowther raised his hand: "I swear in my wife's name, I never lied."

Xiu Er was speechless: the reputation of the dead house wife is more important than their face, it seems that this is true.

Only then did Lawther tell the details, especially Luke's classic worker's dress, and by the way, he once again described the weapon as a crowbar, fully proving his identity as a worker.

Xiu'er was stunned for a moment, shaking her head from time to time, muttering the three truths of "This is impossible, this is too magical, this is not scientific".

She couldn't accept it at all. She stood up in times of crisis, beat the villains, and the hero who saved a large number of civilians was actually a civilian.

Wanting to be a superhero in Gotham is a lot harder than making a fortune.

At least you don't need to work hard all the time to get rich, but superheroes are the thorns in the eyes of supervillains.

No matter how powerful Batman is, he can't stand the talent of Gotham City.

Many people wanted to learn from him, but they ended up corpse in the street after one or two times, and they were also preached about these things they wanted to be heroes.

Those supervillains and their gangsters used this bloody reality to tell everyone that the hero is happy for a while, and the crematorium afterwards. Xingxia has risks, and relatives cry.

Over the decades, fewer and fewer people really dare to stand up.

Even if Batman is getting more and more fierce,

The big and small villains thrown into Arkham can make up a company, but they can't change the atmosphere of Gotham City.

Because Batman is fighting alone, super villains come from all over the country.

In the super metropolitan area centered on Gotham and the Metropolis, the total resident population exceeds 20 million, which is almost 5% of the population of this dark America.

It has stable and busy air routes with Europe and is an important transportation hub between the two continents.

Planted in the hands of Batman, only those who are more capable or stupid.

In fact, more dark forces are in the metropolitan area outside the two cities, and Mr. Wei can't care about it.

The outstanding people of these forces will naturally move closer to the two wealthiest cities.

The reality is so helpless.

Batman's presence combats evil, but at the same time cleans up low-quality gangs, leaving huge room for more powerful gangs.

It's like Luke frantically cracking down on illegal drugs and gangs of traffickers in his hometown next door, replaced by various small and sophisticated organizations.

Taking advantage of skyrocketing commodity prices, they can obtain huge profits from a small amount of sales, and even developed "guerrilla warfare", temporarily holding multiple transactions in the vast wild space, so that the loss of a single place is smaller, but it can effectively reduce Ursa Minor's work efficiency.

The criminals in the hometown next door are becoming more and more cunning, and the overall efficiency of scoring points is also declining.

Although there are still many fools who deliver food, the foolish ones cannot become big fish.

This is also one of the reasons why Luke let his clone come to DC to open up a new "leek farm".

Luke hasn't enjoyed things like tonight where super villains spontaneously form a group to give away their heads.

It's a pity that time waits for no one. He brought two remote control prototypes to cooperate with him, and swept away those guys who were not targeted by Mr. Wei at an extremely fast speed.

The No. 2 space, which has been lacking heavyweight options, finally has a good product at the bottom of the box.

Many of them have high research value, such as the frozen man who is being chased by him.

This guy is dressed like a space fighter, shrouded in a protective suit with pipes all over his body, and has a huge freeze gun in his hand.

Compared with the scumbag of the Riddler, the frozen talent is a real IQ stream, at least they know how to use science and equipment.

So, after being targeted by Luke, this guy actually escaped for a distance with the flying device.

But that's about it.

The Frozen Man just flew a few kilometers away from the focus of Mr. Wei, and was shot down by Luke with a cold shot.

Feeling dizzy from the fall, he got up, furious in his heart, raised the freeze gun in his hand and fired a few rounds biubiu.

These few shots were purely venting, because Frozen Man didn't even know who and where the people who attacked him were.

Seeing this, Luke, who hid his figure and arrived, threw a few non-lethal darts in the distance.

Whoosh!

There was a paralyzing dart on the frozen man's neck.

He reached out angrily and threw it to the ground, and biubiu shot again in the direction he thought the dart was coming from.

Whoosh! Zizizi!

The frozen man twitched and fell to the ground.

Luke finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that the ice cube man is still afraid of electricity."