Super Detective in the Fictional World

Xiu's voice turned to a growl, "You mean Fischer? That soul-sucker hasn't been answering my calls."

Lauser turned his head and resolutely handed the phone to a fellow in a fish scale costume, "Your sister, you fix it."

This is still a dead fat mansion in a fish scale costume that's supposed to cosplay ...... fat pufferfish?

After all, his belly was the most prominent focus, stuffing his slightly reflective fish scale costume all round.

"Fat Beaver" Fisher picked up the phone with a sad face, "Hey, my phone just got squeezed out ......"

At this point, he suddenly came back to his senses and whispered to his companions, "Hey, you guys hurry up and help me find it." (Fisher Fisher, played by Bookie I Cuddle You and Eat Fish Friends)

"Iron Man" Sommer looked at him with the look of an idiot, "I'm sure there's a new one at the phone counter, why look for your stupid five-handed phone?"

As soon as the words came out, the people who were walking out of the house had their feet all together: right, people have run away, it's nothing to go around a few steps to the phone counter to get something before leaving ...... right?

Fisher wanted to go too, but Show was on the other end of the phone asking incessantly, "Have my husbands gotten it back yet? Big Husband Batman needs more, Second Husband Iron Man could be less ......"

Fischer wants to cry so badly: how does it feel to have a sister with the same hobbies as you? That is by no means paradise.

Because she will squeeze the house's time, money, and reduce the number of wives the house has, directly or indirectly.

Tonight, for example, Fisher had to save half of the "rush" for Xiuer's "husbands" - the Batman and Iron Man hand-me-downs.

Fades! Why does my sister not only like a "husband", but also likes to put her husbands together! A certain fat puffer roared in his mind.

The Dead House Crew quickly entered the dumpster-like cell phone store and began rummaging for any new phones that might exist.

"Black Widow" Lawther picked up a small metal trophy, somewhat speechlessly.

It was the same Riddler's trophy that had just been snatched up by hundreds of people, but was now discarded as if it were still in a cell phone store.

Only on the floor were dozens more unlucky people with bleeding heads.

Some of them were beaten during the looting, some were knocked over and trampled, but all were fine.

A few of the less serious ones even just got up and looked around, hoping to find some "medical money" for themselves.

The dead house Lauser can't help but feel a little sad: "Nothing out to engage in what zero dollar shopping ah, at home women's clothing is not good?"

As he was saying this, a shadow leapt down from the building and landed in front of him with a dull bang.

Lawther didn't react at all.

Luke turned, looked at the guy, and suddenly laughed, "I think you're quite the thinker, boy juice!" He said tugging at his backpack that contained the Black Widow's handbag.

Lawther just tried to do it, suddenly thinking how this man looked familiar.

Then seeing the even more familiar bent cane in his other hand, he stiffened and then began to shake, "You, you, you ......"

Luke nudged him on the shoulder with his cane, "Kid Juice, women's costumes are fine, but don't cosplay Black Widow around anymore, it's easy to get beaten up."

Especially with that creepy and hot look you've got going on! He added in his mind and took a big step out of the mall.

Lauser froze for a few seconds before he came to his senses and rubbed his shoulder sharply, "Ouch, that hurts."

To punish the ladies' wear enthusiast for polluting his vision, Luke had those strokes specifically on the bone.

But the greater pain was still behind, "Huh? My wife, oh my God, this fucking guy took all of my wife."

The heartache, of course, is more long-lasting and fresh than the bone pain.

It's good that he doesn't like women's clothing, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to keep half of his wife.

The rest of them thought the same thing, but speeded up their search: this world is getting more and more bottomless, someone would actually steal his wife! I'd better get home and put my wife away.

Only Lawther's eyes drooped in tears, silently bringing the surviving Black Widow pillow under his armpit in front of him and stroking it gently, "Now, you're all I have. Don't worry, I'll be good to you."

......

On the other side, the trio of Master Wayne, Victor, and Minibus are already putting out fires everywhere.

Superman still can't come.

Following the fires and chemical explosions, major dangerous situations have been occurring all over Metropolis.

Batman doesn't even have to think twice about telling Superman to stop worrying about Gotham City, which is definitely part of the joker's plan.

It's definitely part of the joker's plan to leave Superman alone and let Gotham City's supervillains go on a rampage.

The best way to deal with the Madonna of Superman is to make him save people.

This was supposed to be Joker's idea of game time, but this time, Master Wayne didn't get into the game and just whacked him.

The two cities should still be chaotic, but joker doesn't get a chance to play even if he wants to.

Only Master Vai takes his teammates on a big killing spree.

The main attack of Master Wei, Victor auxiliary support, minibus to check the leakage, several super villains did not have time to resist and was knocked unconscious.

Master Wei doesn't even need to care about them, the minibus swishes the unconscious super villains and throws them into Victor's remote-controlled skate transporter.

The whole process was completely assembly line functioned without delay.

But Master Vai was busy for a while, and suddenly he felt something was wrong.

Almost all the ones he'd caught were either not brainy enough or were out in the open waving, like Two-Face, Professor Pigface, Poison Ivy Girl, and Grundy.

And the other Bane, Penguin Man, Mad Hatter, Riddler, none of these vicious and cunning guys showed up.

Could it be that they've joined forces in private to make a big story? Master Wei's heart was on edge and he raised his guard.

The Butler Man was notified there and immediately increased his efforts to look everywhere for these important targets.

Inside the underground pipe they couldn't see, Bane, whose body was as strong as a mountain, was now panting like a bull, half kneeling on the ground.

Inside the pipe he had come all the way down was a series of fallen henchmen bandits.

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

Although the figure was a great deal smaller than Master Weyr, it had been erected in Bane's mind as unconfrontable.

It was useless! Nothing is working!

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

The opponent was so flat and unhurried, beating him to his knees with one punch and one kick, and incidentally finishing off over ten of Bane's elite men along with him.

That was more desperate for Bane than being defeated by some crushing ability or weapon, enough to prove that the other man could overwhelm him before he did his best.

Now, Bane's competitive nature made him ask the question.

Because he didn't believe it was Batman, Batman wasn't even that strong, at least not to the point where hand-to-hand combat didn't rob him yet.

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