Chapter 2218: Side Story: Fantasy Journey 59

2218 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 59

While the two 'psychos' fought a battle of wits and cold chicken, the city had already turned into a 'merry' sea.

Countless people who felt that their homes were short of food, medicine, appliances, furniture, and phones ran to shops in the commercial district.

Break down the door, charge in, grab whatever you see - this was the best shopping experience they ever had.

Of course, birds of a feather flocked together.

Everybody wanted something valuable. What if it was already in someone else's hands? Naturally, snatch it from the other party.

However, these were basically ordinary people who had been incited for the moment, while there were many small groups who were prepared.

A group of people wearing masks for Spiderman, Iron Man, Thor, the Hulk, the Black Widow and so on rushed into a comic store and cheered. "My Spiderman figurine, hooray! F*ck!"

"Ah, my Black Widow bolster! F*ck!"

"OMG, my wife, Misaka! F*ck!"

"F*ck! FFF, hooray! Stuff yourselves to death!"

As they spoke, everybody started to grab the figurines and accessories they couldn't afford and which they had already targeted beforehand.

After a long while, this FFF group, which had grabbed countless wives, came out of the comic store. Suddenly, their surroundings felt a little quiet.

It was still faintly noisy in some shops, but at this intersection in the city center, a lot of people had shut up, and many more were surreptitiously slipping away.

Following most people's gazes, the FFF saw a figure in a black cape standing opposite another figure in a purple suit on a flight of stairs several meters above ground level.

"Batman!" FFF's 'Iron Man' exclaimed.

His voice attracted a lot of attention, and his companions were so frightened that they berated him in low voices, "Shut up, Summer! Do you want someone to steal our wives?"

As it turned out, these nerds of the FFF were overthinking things.

The people around them only glanced at them before they looked away and mocked inwardly. They came out at night to steal toys? They were crazy!

At the center of attention on the street, Batman and the Joker looked at each other from ten meters away.

The difference was that Master Wayne's cape fluttered in the cold snowy wind, while the Joker paced back and forth with a puzzled expression. "Something's wrong with you."

Master Wayne remained indifferent. He was trying to buy time. Talking less didn't make him any less cool.

"Let me guess what made you change." The Joker continued pacing. "It's your 'friends.' It's not Superman; he doesn't have that ability. That tough woman? Hm, you're probably not her type. Dark Knight? Wow, I think I hit on something."

Master Wayne remained unperturbed..

It wasn't strange for the Joker to say whatever.

In front of this lunatic, you definitely revealed less if you said nothing, especially when Master Wayne's helmet also covered his face, and he remained motionless.

The Joker stopped talking and sighed. "Why are you so serious? We should've gotten a good start tonight."

He waved his hand impatiently, as if to shake off something. "It's a pity that your shadow Knight is still in Europe and won't be able to make it back in time for this game. Maybe I'll play the next round with him, and he'll be more cooperative."

When he waved his hand, troops of criminals pushed the socialistes forward.

These lavishly dressed men and women were now as obedient as quails.

They had no choice but to be obedient.

Just now, in order to force Master Wayne out, the Joker had already thrown a dozen of their 'comrades' to the surrounding thugs.

Unlike those at the bottom who specialized in small-scale looting, these people also wanted money, but were more inclined to destruction and slaughter.

Furthermore, the socialites who had been thrown into the crowd had a lot of cash stuffed on them.

Even if it wasn't wads, but small rolls, tens of millions of dollars falling off a person was enough to stimulate the crowd's beastly nature.

Not to mention, the socialites who were wearing thin clothing all had outstanding looks and figures — if they weren't outstanding, they weren't qualified to attend a charity party of that level.

The crowd reached out for these 'living moneybags.' In just a few minutes, more than ten bodies appeared on the ground.

These thugs didn't know who had done it, but these unlucky upper class individuals died just like that.

The other hostages were instantly terrified.

Those who could reach their level weren't idiots, not even the 'socialites.'

Women with low IQ and EQ couldn't play around in this social circle at all.

Those who thought that they could make big money by spreading their legs, or those who were naive enough to anticipate falling in love with someone rich, were doomed to become dirty secrets and would have no chance of entering upper-class society.

To reach the top in any industry, a person had to have top-notch relevant professional skills.

Of course, there might be women whose faces and bodies could 'insta-kill' most men — like Helen of Troy, who had triggered the Trojan War.

But even Luke, who had roamed several universes, had never seen such an existence.

Diana and Mera were already the most beautiful women he had ever seen, but were they enough to make most men give up everything? Sorry, those nerds who were furtively hugging their figurines wouldn't agree.

The members of this FFF (f*ck f*ck f*ck) group actually weren't interested in real women. Wasn't it nicer to go home and sleep with their 'wife' and 'wife pillow'?

Lawser Piago, who was wearing the Black Widow mask and holding a bunch of half-naked Black Widow figurines, suddenly stopped. "F*ck, wait, I think I see someone I know."

Everybody stopped and looked in the direction he was pointing.

"F*ck, big brother, that's Miss Aoi!" Hesher Piago, who was wearing the Hulk mask and holding wife Misaka, cried out.

"F*ck, Miss Aoi, that crossdressing bigshot on TV? I thought I was seeing things." Wicked, who was wearing the Thor mask, also cursed.

The nerds subconsciously looked at Lawser.

Lawser looked conflicted.

He looked at Miss Aoi, who was surrounded by a bunch of armed thugs, before he finally turned around, and saw a bunch of people staring at him. "What?"

Wicked reminded him, "Lawser, don't you like crossdressing with Miss Aoi the most? You also said that brothers should stick together."

Lawser got angry. "That's crossdressing. You don't do it all the time, but don't you cosplay your wives at comic conventions? That's a bunch of criminals with guns. What can I do?"

Everybody was still looking at him. After all, although Lawser was a little unrestrained and lecherous, he had always been their leader.

He was the one who had suggested stealing their 'wives' tonight.

Lawser sighed helplessly and turned in Miss Aoi's direction. He lowered his head. "Then, let's pray - pray that God can bring Miss Aoi back alive."

Everybody was speechless. That's so half-assed. How can you let down a good friend whom you crossdress with?