2223 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 64
Shower’s voice turned into a roar. “You mean Fisher? That b*stard isn’t picking up my calls.”
Lawser turned around and decisively handed the phone to a comrade dressed in a fish suit. “She’s your sister, you take care of it.”
In this fish suit, this nerd was probably cosplaying… a fat blowfish?
After all, his stomach was the most prominent feature, which fully filled up the slightly reflective fish suit.
!!‘Fat Blowfish’ Fisher took the phone with a frown. “Hey, my phone dropped earlier…”
At that point, he suddenly came back to himself and said to his fellows in a low voice, “Hey, help me look.”
‘Iron Man’ Summer looked at him like he was an idiot. “There are new ones at the phone counter. Do we still need to look for your broken phone?”
As soon as he said that, everybody who was walking out paused. That was right, everyone else had already run. It wasn’t a big deal to take a detour to the phone counter to get some things before they left… right?
Fisher wanted to go too, but Shower asked on the other end of the line, “Did you get my husbands? I want more of my first husband Batman; I don’t need as many of my second husband Iron Man…”
Fisher wanted to cry. What did it feel like to have a sister who shared the same hobby? It definitely wasn’t heaven.
That was because she would squeeze time and money out of the nerds, directly or indirectly reducing the number of wives they could get.
Tonight, for example, half of Fisher’s loot had to be set aside for Shower’s ‘husbands’ — Batman and Iron Man.
D*mn it! Why does my sister not only like each ‘husband,’ she also likes to turn them into a couple?! a certain fat blowfish roared in his heart.
The nerds quickly entered the phone store, which now looked like a dumpster, and started searching for possible new phones.
‘Black Widow’ Lawser picked up a very small metal trophy and was speechless.
This was the Riddler’s trophy that hundreds of people had fought over earlier, but it had now been abandoned in the phone store.
There were dozens of unlucky b*stards who were bleeding on the floor.
Some of them had been beaten up when the fight broke out, and some had been knocked down and trampled on. Thankfully, they weren’t in critical condition.
A few of them who weren’t seriously injured even looked around as soon as they got up, hoping to get back some ‘medical expenses.’
Lawser couldn’t help but feel a little sad. “Why come out looting? Isn’t it good to stay home and crossdress?”
As he spoke, a shadow jumped down from upstairs and landed in front of him with a dull bang.
Lawser didn’t react at all.
Luke turned around and looked at the guy. He suddenly smiled. “I think you’re very smart, young man!” As he spoke, he grabbed Lawser’s transparent backpack, which had the Black Widow figurines in them.
Just as Lawser was about to fight back, he suddenly felt that this person looked familiar.
When he saw the familiar walking stick in Luke’s other hand, he froze and started to tremble. “You, you, you…”
Luke tapped his shoulder with the walking stick. “Young man, crossdress if you want, but don’t go running out in Black Widow cosplay in the future. That’s asking for a beating.”
No thanks to your ‘blinding’ appearance! he added inwardly as he strode out of the mall.
Stunned for a few seconds, Lawser then came back to himself and rubbed his shoulder. “Ouch, that hurts.”
To punish this crossdresser for tainting his eyes, Luke had specifically hit the bone.
But even worse was to come. “Huh? My wife? OMG, that d*mn guy stole my wives.”
A bruised heart naturally lasted longer than a bruised bone.
Seeing this, ”Fat Blowfish’ Fisher, who was still being nagged at by Shower, couldn’t help but feel happy. It was a good thing he didn’t like crossdressing, or he wouldn’t even be able to keep half of what he had of his wife.
The others had the same thought. They simply sped up their search. This world was becoming more and more depraved. Someone actually dared to steal their wives! They should hurry home and put their wives away.
Only Lawser, with tears in his eyes, silently rubbed his face on the Black Widow bolster that had been under his arm. “You’re the only one I have now. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely treat you well.”
…
On the other side, Master Wayne, Victor and Barry were already putting out fires.
Superman still couldn’t come.
After the fire and the chemical explosion, all sorts of dangerous situations were happening everywhere in Metropolis.
Batman told Superman not to worry about Gotham. This was definitely one of the Joker’s plans.
If Superman really had nothing to do, these supervillains in Gotham would all be killed in less than half an hour. After all, no matter how strong they were, they couldn’t withstand a punch from Superman.
The best way to deal with Superman was to keep him busy saving people.
This was supposed to be a game which the Joker had created for Master Wayne, but the latter didn’t fall for it, and had simply knocked him out.
There would still be chaos in both cities, but the Joker didn’t get the chance to play even if he wanted to.
It was only Master Wayne and his teammates who went on a ‘killing spree.’
With Master Wayne taking the lead, Victor providing support, and Barry filling in the gaps, several supervillains were knocked out before they had time to counterattack.
Master Wayne didn’t even need to bother with them. Barry just threw the unconscious supervillains onto a cargo plane controlled by Victor.
The entire process was like an a.s.sembly line, and no time was wasted.
But after keeping busy for a while, Master Wayne suddenly felt that something wasn’t right.
Almost all the people he caught didn’t have enough brains or were openly flaunting themselves, like Two-Face, Professor Pyg, Poison Ivy and Grundy.
As for the other cunning guys like Bane, the Penguin, the Mad Hatter and the Riddler, none of them appeared.
Could it be that they were already working together behind the scenes to do something big? Master Wayne’s heart jumped, and he became more vigilant.
After receiving the notification, the butler immediately increased his efforts to look for these important targets.
In an underground tunnel where they couldn’t see, Bane, who was as strong as a mountain, was panting and half-kneeling on the ground.
This stretch of tunnel was littered with his men.
“Who are you?” Gritting his teeth, he struggled to prop himself up as he stared at the black figure in front of him.
Although this person was much smaller than Master Wayne, Bane already had the impression that he couldn’t stand up to him.
Useless! Everything was useless!
Whether it was strength, speed, skills, or support gear, he was crushed in all aspects.
The other party was calm and unhurried as he punched and kicked him until he fell to his knees. He also took care of a dozen of Bane’s elite men.
This was worse than being defeated by some trump card or weapon; the other party didn’t need to use his full strength in order to suppress Bane.
Now, Bane’s compet.i.tive spirit made him ask the question.
That was because he didn’t believe that this was Batman. Batman wasn’t that strong at all. At the very least, he hadn’t reached the point where he could best Bane in hand-to-hand combat.
Luke was surprised. “You don’t know me?”