2227 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 68

While imagining the big scene, the Scarecrow suddenly felt that the building was a little quiet.

20 or so criminals moving canisters and launchers made a lot of noise, and they had to coordinate with each other via walkie-talkie every now and then.

Now… It was too quiet.

The Scarecrow suddenly raised his head and looked at the transparent elevator in the middle of the wide floor of the building.

This wide space and the elevator were also important reasons why he had chosen this building, since it would be easy to see how the criminals were doing.

At that moment, the transparent elevator reached the 16th floor and stopped.

Six criminals were still waiting on the first floor, as if they hadn't noticed anything unusual.

The Scarecrow was furious. "Something's wrong. Ask the people upstairs what's going on!"

Sensing that something was wrong, the six criminals raised their guns and looked around warily.

Several shadows came spinning downward without a sound.

They stabbed the six criminals in the neck.

The six criminals immediately froze and then toppled over unconscious.

The Scarecrow secretly opened a vial of Fear Liquid and let it evaporate around him. "Come out, mystery man. Maybe we can have a chat."

A figure jumped over the railing on the 16th floor and dropped quickly. When he was about to land, the cape on his back unfurled to offset most of his speed.

Bang!

With a dull thud, the man was standing less than two meters away from the Scarecrow.

The Scarecrow didn't retreat. He simply asked in a surprised tone, "Batman?"

Although there was a difference in appearance, the glide and landing was completely in line with Batman's style.

Luke shook his head indifferently. "Sorry, wrong answer."

Bang!

Scarecrow: ???

Unfortunately, his head wasn't as sturdy as Zsasz's, and he could only pass out with a belly full of questions and indignation. It wouldn't have been long before the Fear Gas took effect, and he would have been able to turn the tables.

Luke, whose suit completely blocked out the air outside, naturally didn't care about this nerve gas.

But he was in a hurry; he didn't have time to let the Scarecrow deliver his parting words.

Besides, there was no audience here, and there was no need for Crowbar Man to make an appearance – knock the guy down, toss him into the space, and he was done.

Why take down the Scarecrow? Because this guy was behind a lot of major cases that targeted a large number of civilians; he would definitely be one of the best in terms of how much experience and credit points he was worth.

Secondly, Luke could study the Fear Gas.

After retching, farting, itching, cramping and other non-lethal types of gear, it wasn't bad to develop a new fear accessory for Selina to have fun beating people up with.

…

After the nerds fled the building, they didn't waste any more time and quickly headed home.

They lived in the same apartment block, which was why they went back together.

There were a lot of people on the road.

Some had excited expressions; they had probably just come out to start looting.

Some were clutching various things and had a wary air as they headed home.

People like these, especially the unlucky ones who were on their own, were often robbed of their gains, and could only look for new goods later.

As they walked, the nerds were on edge. Who the hell knew if there was some pervert who insisted on stealing their wives.

Thankfully, they were in a group, and the things they had were unremarkable.

Most of the people who were robbed had bigger and more expensive electronic products or branded sneakers.

The figurines that the nerds had weren't cheap either. The problem was that most people didn't have the ability to differentiate between ordinary dolls and figurines.

Nobody could tell in Gotham's poor street lighting.

Just like that, they walked a kilometer on tenterhooks. Just as they were about to leave the commercial district, there was a sudden rumble, and a huge figure popped out of a sewer not far away.

A large amount of sewage, mud and broken pavement sprayed into the air.

In the dim light, the huge figure roared. Its body was thick and bloated, and completely out of proportion. It was like a – mudman? – that had been tossed out randomly.

The next moment, it suddenly paused. Then, with a whoosh, it returned underground, its roar quickly dying out.

The nerds who had witnessed this scene from ten meters away felt a chill run down their spines. Why did it feel like… this 'small monster' had been dragged back down as prey of an even bigger monster?

Stunned for a few seconds, 'Black Widow' Lawser suddenly exclaimed, "Ah, f*ck! What's this? It stinks and it's disgusting."

Everybody finally came back to their senses. They looked at each other and then at themselves. Suddenly, they screamed in unison. "Ah, wife! My wife!"

When the 'small monster' burst out just now, it had sent a lot of sewage, mud and dirt flying at least ten meters into the air and scattering in all directions.

The nerds were in this range.

While they didn't get much on them, they were still covered around 30 to 50%.

No thanks to Gotham's poor council efforts and the level of pollution, the sewage sludge here could completely be classified as a 'biological weapon.'

Not only was everybody's faces in the group covered, their bags, which contained their figurines, were also covered in gross black stuff.

In the sewers, Luke had just knocked out the mud monster and stuffed him into Space 2.

Hearing the bloodcurdling screams, he checked the drone feed before he relaxed.

In any case, they hadn't swallowed anything; they had just been splashed with 'a little' sewage mix. It was just a little disgusting, and there was no possibility of them being poisoned!

He didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to swallow that… mm, wait!

They were screaming like pigs being slaughtered. Who knew, maybe they really did swallow it? The thought flashed through Luke's mind before he tossed the matter to the back of his head. He was just a passer-by; there was no need for him to gloat.

…

The screaming nerds couldn't do anything at all. After a while, they automatically stopped and examined their wives for contamination.

The good news was that most of the mud had been blocked by the high-end camping bags which they had bought for 'zero dollars,' while the bad news was that a small portion had seeped through the zips.

The bigger problem was that… it was too smelly. They definitely couldn't play with their wives when they smelled like that.

The most wretched person was still 'Black Widow' Lawser. He only had a bolster left, which he had stuffed inside his jacket, but the bottom half still got black.

The others had no time to care about his wretched state. Lawser could only stubbornly comfort himself. "It's fine, honey. Let's go back and use a high-level cleaning agent to get you clean."

After this incident, the biggest benefit was that they no longer had to sneak back home.

Everybody who approached them wrinkled their noses at first before they got a closer look at the black goo on them and instantly retreated.

The nerds were like that old Internet meme — as long as they turned into sh*t, nobody would dare step on them!