2215 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 56

"Do you think we're stupid? Would a corporate spy carry a gun on them?" The two brawny men didn't believe him. They aimed at the crossdresser's half-naked body with feathers they had just plucked from the head of some socialite.

The crossdresser twisted wildly and howled, half-crying and half-laughing. "Really, really. That's just a tranquilizer gun."

The two brawny men looked at each other, then shrugged and didn't stop.

The gun had already been taken away after it was confiscated; they couldn't be bothered to find out if it was true.

It didn't matter who or what this pervert was. What was important was that he had disgusted their boss, so they had to torture him.

A few minutes later, the fatso, Sunny, walked out after his performance. He looked like a brand new man.

Leather shoes worth over 20,000, a tie clip worth over 30,000, a suit worth 200,000, and a watch worth over three million made him look… like an upstart.

After all, the shoes and clothes were custom-made, and the original owner was taller and lankier than he was. Sunny had no choice but to leave the front of the suit open and walk around with his big belly sticking out.

Seeing the two brawny men 'torture' the crossdresser, his eyes widened. "WTF?"

The two lackeys turned around and said smugly, "Boss, this was how you extorted a confession last time. It's really effective."

Sunny's mouth moved several times, but he suddenly felt that he had nothing to say.

Having a bunch of stupid lackeys was something he had gotten used to over the last few years.

He could only ask subconsciously, "Did he say anything?"

His two subordinates shook their heads. "All he did was laugh. He's a corporate spy who came in to take sneak shots."

Sunny lost interest when he heard that. He raised his gun. "The operation is about to start. We don't have time to waste on him."

"Wait, I have information." Since the two brawny men had stopped tickling him, the crossdresser was able to catch his breath, and he hurriedly said, "I have information that's useful to you."

"Speak." Sunny didn't put his gun down. His mind was already on what might happen later.

As long as this pervert's words were useless, he would be killed immediately.

This crossdressing bigshot said, "I have a video of the party tonight; it's a video of them talking about how the charity donations will turn into expired goods from various companies for you to eat."

Sunny put down his gun. "Where is it?"

The crossdresser was conflicted, but when he saw Sunny about to raise his gun again, he hurriedly shouted, "Boxers! The memory card is in my boxers!"

Sunny waved his hand. "Search him."

The two brawny men looked disgusted, but when they saw how the gun in their boss's hand seemed to be getting restless, they stepped forward and pulled off the man's boxers.

"Got it, boss." A few seconds later, one of the men retreated as he held his breath, and he held out a small black memory card.

Sunny stepped back. "You hang onto it first."

Pondering for a few seconds, he then waved his hand. "Bring this pervert down and take him inside. Get someone to upload the video online."

The two brawny men nodded, and the one whose hands were still free couldn't help but mutter, "If I had known, I would've made him take out the card himself."

The man with the card: …Why didn't you say so earlier? I've already f*cking touched him several times. I have to go to the bathroom later to wash my hands. No, I have to wash my hands twice.

…

Several hundred meters away from the banquet hall, on the Batplane that had just arrived, Master Wayne had just put on the Batman suit.

If it were before, he would've definitely rushed back to his base to change into his armor before coming out again.

Now that he had the nanosuit on him, he simply found a room with no surveillance cameras and activated stealth mode, then had the remote-controlled plane fly over, before he changed into his armor on it.

This way, the chances of his secret identity being leaked were low, plus it saved him time.

As he changed, he looked at the screen on the fighter plane, which was playing the live feed from the TV channels.

That crossdresser didn't affect him at all. There were many more perverted guys in Gotham.

To be precise, this crossdresser could indeed be called a pervert, but supervillains could only be called brutal.

As he put on his armor, he asked, "Victor, are you here?"

"Here." At the reply, there was a small blaze on the ground. It was none other than Victor.

Luke and Diana were in Europe, Arthur was in the Mediterranean, and Barry was busy with his father's lawsuit in Central City today.

So far, no supervillains had appeared tonight.

Master Wayne and Victor, plus logistics support from the butler, would be enough to take care of everything.

Victor suddenly frowned. "They're actually putting bombs on the people in the hall. What should we do?"

Master Wayne also frowned when he saw the live feed.

It wasn't unjust for the people inside to die, but it would cause a lot of chaos.

If the Justice League was implicated in the matter of Gotham's upper-class society being wiped out in one go, it would be very easy for them to become hostile toward the Justice League.

After all, this was a class that had the right to speak, and was very sensitive about this sort of thing.

For example, there had been a lot of demonstrations in front of the White House in Luke's previous life, but what about at Wall Street? It wasn't long before NYPD came out to beat people up and arrest them.

Master Wayne couldn't help but mutter, "It would be good if Barry was here. His speed would solve a lot of problems."

Victor nodded in agreement, but still proposed another option. "Why don't we contact Superman?"

Master Wayne turned around and looked at Metropolis. "He should already know, but…"

But he wasn't here. Victor had a bad feeling.

With Superman's speed, it wouldn't take him more than ten seconds to arrive — and that was counting the time he took to avoid the crowd and change into his costume.

In the end, Master Wayne was someone who had dealt with many major events on his own before.

He put away his unrealistic thoughts. "We can't just wait for them. We have to think of another way. Can we interfere with the detonators?"

Victor said, "It's possible. The interference device that Knight gave me should be useful."

Master Wayne relaxed. "Then let's follow this plan."

In the night sky, the two of them wrote and drew on the virtual screen in the Batplane. They weren't in a hurry to join the battlefield.

As the saying went, the more you did, the more mistakes you could make.

If the rescue operation failed, it would have been better not to take action at all.

Besides, it seemed that the criminals had another plan for these upper class individuals and socialites who had become hostages; there was no need to worry about their lives being in danger for the time being.

If a few of them really were killed beforehand, that was their bad luck.

In this world, it was impossible for Superman to save everyone.

While they were discussing the rescue plan, things were already starting to happen in Gotham and Metropolis.

The initial instigation and temptation that was broadcast, followed by the explosive video taken by the crossdressing bigshot, had already ignited the anger of a lot of people at the bottom.

Riots were on the verge of breaking out in the two cities.