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    "Big Boss" Lawther seemed to know what everyone was thinking, and added: "As long as he comes back, I will give him a Black Widow mug. I swear!"

    Everyone: "Hey~~~"

    I pray that everyone can be sincere, but send "wife"?

    Sorry, even if you just give me something for your own use with the picture of "wife" on it, that's too forgiving and kind, so they won't accept it.

    The group of people really just faced the unlucky teacher Aoi, bowed their heads and prayed silently for him for five seconds, then immediately turned around and ran away quickly.

    joke!  No one wants to be the next Aoi teacher.

    I have never used the "Wife" and "Wife" brand products I got, so it would be stupid to die in such a meaningless mess.

    I have to say, this fff group is indeed a bit smart.

    During the time when they came out, stopped, and prayed, the traditional performance of joker was already on stage.

    He personally took out two remote controls, one white and one black, and walked up to Mr. Wei: "Now, I give you the choice. Press the white button and you can save these rich pigs. Press the black button.  Button and you can kill all my men in tonight's operation."

    With his big mouth drawn in red oil paint wide open, he slowly put the two remote controls into Mr. Wei's hands, holding the white one in his left hand and the black one in his right hand.

    The joker looked at Mr. Wei who was motionless and couldn't help but lean forward and whisper in his ear: "Here's a little tip for you - heaven is on the left and hell is on the right. I wish you good luck, little baby Bruce."

    Then he frowned: At this time in the past, Mr. Wei should have wanted to take action.

    Even if joker takes the initiative, both parties know that he will not launch his plan just because he received a few punches from Mr. Wei.

    Because when joker designed the plan, he never considered how he would be beaten by Master Wei. He himself was part of the bargaining chip.

    Otherwise, simply relieve the crisis of hostages, Master Wei may not be interested in playing with him.

    But now Mr. Wei just looked at him coldly, with blue-white light flashing in the lenses of his eyes, showing that he had mood swings, but that was all.

    Hands-off Bruce is really no fun.  The joker waited for a moment, then walked down the steps boringly: "Everyone, it's showtime, justdoit!"

    The robbers just nodded and began to push the celebrities and ladies into the surrounding crowd.

    Mr. Wei looked at the men and women shouting and crying in panic, as well as the thugs who roared with excitement, then looked at the two remote controls in his hand, and suddenly laughed: "Sorry, I won't play with you this time.  ¡±

    As soon as he finished speaking, he threw away the two remote controls, as if he had thrown away the shackles that bound him, and his whole body felt relaxed.

    Joker, who had only walked a few meters away, turned his head in surprise: "What did you say?"

    Mr. Wei stepped forward and punched him in the face with just the right amount of force.

    The joker's vision went dark, he staggered and fell down. He vaguely heard Mr. Wei's cold voice in his ears: "Just wait until you enter the dark room. I will build one for you in Arkham and let you perform for you."  See for yourself.¡±

    As the joker fell to the ground, Mr. Wei's cloak fluttered and he rushed towards the group of thugs.

    Explosives?  It doesn't matter.

    "It's good if these people can be rescued, but if they can't be rescued, it's just the detonation button pushed by the thugs. What does it have to do with Mr. Wei?"

    He just quickened his pace, rushed into the mob that was coming in like a tide, and started fighting with fists and kicks.

    The thugs were frightened by the sudden appearance of Batman before.

    Batman¡¯s reputation has been accumulated by beating up thousands of criminals, and now they seem to be committing crimes.

    But Mr. Wei was actually threatened by the joker. He deliberately delayed time and confronted the joker when he came down, ignoring these people at all.

    In this "gambling" game, these guys are not even chips, at most they are playing cards - the outcome is related to them, but they are worthless after being used and can be thrown into the trash.

    At this moment, these tool men wanted to "turn over their trump cards", but Mr. Wei was not interested in continuing and chose to flip the table directly.

    The table was overturned, and the "playing cards" on it naturally flew up.

    Yes, they really took off.

    After receiving the high-energy battery provided by Luke, Mr. Wei¡¯s scientific research team has been trying to fully integrate it into the armor.

    So far, progress is good.

    Master Wei¡¯s armor already possesses most of the characteristics of mechanical skeletons¡ª¡ªFor example, exert force.

    "Compared with the previous actions that mainly relied on one's own actions, now the mechanical skeleton added to the armor is the main source of power. The impact of a punch of one ton is not a dream.

    "Hitting people with fists and kicks is not even a low-energy consumption. It can easily knock the swarming thugs away and fall into the crowd behind."

    At first, the thugs who were too numerous didn¡¯t pay attention. Anyway, the people in front were the ones getting beaten.

    But as Mr. Wei transformed into an emotional beating machine, punching a child for several minutes in a row, the thugs couldn't stand it anymore.

    Ten or twenty thugs were trampled under the feet of their temporary companions, and most of them felt nothing.

    But what about one or two hundred?  They were all lying in a large area on the ground. People who rushed over were tripped and fell down. They knocked down the "meat mountains" one after another.

    There were hundreds of celebrities, men and women, and dozens of unlucky ones were dragged into the crowd.

    But the lucky ones among them were only "covered" by the mountain of meat. At most, they were injured and it was too early to die.

    The remaining hundreds of thugs on the crossroads involuntarily shrank back.

    Being beaten is not a big deal, but if Batman is as cold, efficient and persistent as a "beating machine", it is a big pain in the ass.

    The remaining few hundred people who went up would only be beaten for a few more minutes before they all fell down.

    They are here to vent, not the crime buster Batman.

    At this moment, these thugs seemed to recall the glorious achievements of Batman, who had ruled Gotham City for more than ten years.

    The look in Mr. Wei's eyes showed vigilance, flinching, and fear, but no hatred.

    Who knows that before tonight, many of them were actually Batman fans.

    ¡°It¡¯s just that under the instigation of thoughtful people, they chose to release the frustrations and dissatisfactions in their daily lives tonight.

    Now, Batman chased hundreds of people and beat them up in public. The temporary thugs felt like they had been hit in the head, and suddenly they became a little sober.

    Victor couldn¡¯t help but send a congratulatory message to the leader: ¡°Wow, bro, this beating of yours was so cool!¡±

    Mr. Wei's brows did not relax. Instead, he raised his head slightly and glanced left and right.

    Victor was surprised: "What's wrong? What's going on?"

    Mr. Wei: "I don't know. But joker's "game" is not that simple."

    Victor was speechless for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Perhaps your response this time was beyond his expectation?"

    Mr. Wei still shook his head: "Have you ever fished?"

    Father Victor is a research maniac and has no hobby of fishing at all. Of course, it is impossible for him to take his son to do this.

    Young Victor also preferred direct and intense sports, so he could only answer awkwardly: "Well, does catching goldfish with a net bag count?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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