2223 Side Story: Fantasy Journey
Showerâs voice turned into a roar. âYou mean Fisher? That b*stard isnât picking up my calls.â
Lawser turned around and decisively handed the phone to a comrade dressed in a fish suit. âSheâs your sister, you take care of it.â
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.
âFat Blowfishâ Fisher took the phone with a frown. âHey, my phone dropped earlierâŠâ
At that point, he suddenly came back to himself and said to his fellows in a low voice, âHey, help me look.â
âIron Manâ Summer looked at him like he was an idiot. âThere are new ones at the phone counter. Do we still need to look for your broken phone?â
As soon as he said that, everybody who was walking out paused. That was right, everyone else had already run. It wasnât 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, âDid you get my husbands? I want more of my first husband Batman; I donât need as many of my second husband Iron ManâŠâ
Fisher wanted to cry. What did it feel like to have a sister who shared the same hobby? It definitely wasnât 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 Fisherâs loot had to be set aside for Showerâs âhusbandsâ â Batman and Iron Man.
D*mn it! Why does my sister not only like each âhusband,â 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.
âBlack Widowâ Lawser picked up a very small metal trophy and was speechless.
This was the Riddlerâs 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 werenât in critical condition.
A few of them who werenât seriously injured even looked around as soon as they got up, hoping to get back some âmedical expenses.â
Lawser couldnât help but feel a little sad. âWhy come out looting? Isnât it good to stay home and crossdress?â
As he spoke, a shadow jumped down from upstairs and landed in front of him with a dull bang.
Lawser didnât react at all.
Luke turned around and looked at the guy. He suddenly smiled. âI think youâre very smart, young man!â As he spoke, he grabbed Lawserâs 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 Lukeâs other hand, he froze and started to tremble. âYou, you, youâŠâ
Luke tapped his shoulder with the walking stick. âYoung man, crossdress if you want, but donât go running out in Black Widow cosplay in the future. Thatâs asking for a beating.â
No thanks to your âblindingâ 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. âOuch, that hurts.â
To punish this crossdresser for tainting his eyes, Luke had specifically hit the bone.
But even worse was to come. âHuh? My wife? OMG, that d*mn guy stole my wives.â
A bruised heart naturally lasted longer than a bruised bone.
Seeing this, âFat Blowfishâ Fisher, who was still being nagged at by Shower, couldnât help but feel happy. It was a good thing he didnât like crossdressing, or he wouldnât 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. âYouâre the only one I have now. Donât worry, Iâll definitely treat you well.â
âŠ
On the other side, Master Wayne, Victor and Barry were already putting out fires.
Superman still couldnât 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 Jokerâs 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 couldnât 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 didnât fall for it, and had simply knocked him out.
There would still be chaos in both cities, but the Joker didnât get the chance to play even if he wanted to.
It was only Master Wayne and his teammates who went on a âkilling spree.â
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 didnât 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 assembly line, and no time was wasted.
But after keeping busy for a while, Master Wayne suddenly felt that something wasnât right.
Almost all the people he caught didnât 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 Wayneâs 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 couldnât 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.
...
âWho are you?â 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 couldnât 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 Baneâs elite men.
This was worse than being defeated by some trump card or weapon; the other party didnât need to use his full strength in order to suppress Bane.
Now, Baneâs competitive spirit made him ask the question.
That was because he didnât believe that this was Batman. Batman wasnât that strong at all. At the very least, he hadnât reached the point where he could best Bane in hand-to-hand combat.
Luke was surprised. âYou donât know me?â