Chapter 48: Kidnapping the Local Batman to Welcome Visitors from Another World!
The following day, Wen Yue made another grand trip to Wayne Group, only to be kidnapped on her way back.
Wayne's schedule today: Go to work, get off work, get kidnapped.
Unfortunately, this year's kidnappers, without Bane's behind-the-scenes guidance, seemed rather ordinary and lacked challenge, and the player "Fishing Guy" was left empty-handed.
Just as she was about to contact Jason for help, a soft sound came from outside the window. It was what the player was thinking, and Wen Yue's eyes lit up at the sound.
Quiet! The fish are coming!
Posing in a tied-up pose, displaying a vulnerable posture, with downcast eyes and a disheveled appearance, players are ready, the protagonist is about to make a dazzling entrance!
With a loud crash, the window shattered, spiderweb-like cracks spreading across the glass. A small figure in a black and gray cloak burst through the window. Damian walked steadily and calmly towards the player, stepping on the shimmering, sunlit glass shards.
That's pretentious, way too pretentious.
"Fire!" The bandit leader, brimming with martial spirit, raised his hand and fired, the muzzle of his gun bursting forth.
The kidnapper's henchman obeyed orders and fired with his eyes closed...
Wait, with your eyes closed?
Wen Yue watched as the kidnapper's henchmen fired wildly, their guns smoking, the bullets hitting the ceiling due to recoil.
So what role did the kidnapper's gun play? Was it to intimidate the police?
Wen Yue's eyes flickered, and the answer suddenly appeared on the scene: it was actually a prelude, serving as a bridge between what came before and what was to come –
There are still experts!
Another kidnapper, with a determined look in his eyes and a steady hand, aimed and decisively pulled the trigger. His unerring shot was devastating, hitting his unsuspecting teammate and taking down the only truly capable attacker present.
A single, decisive blow; I thought he was a helper, but it turns out he was an accomplice.
A betrayal from a teammate is always unexpected. The kidnapper leader, his eyes wide with resentment, clutched his gaping hole in his stomach and collapsed to the ground. A truly incompetent teammate.
Sending teammates to fight but not sending them to their deaths is a complete waste of this game. I'm afraid I'll have to sacrifice myself to the gods!
Damian, who had been caught stealing a kill, silently withdrew his sword, letting his opponent enjoy the experience all to himself.
"Boss!" The sharpshooter underling rushed to his boss's side, grasped his hand, and shook his head, crying with grief. "Are you alright, boss?"
"Does the boss look like he's still alive?" The henchman, who was using a human outline shooting technique, slapped the sharpshooter henchman on the forehead.
The kidnapper leader struggled to move his fingers, which were tightly gripped and unable to move, and weakly uttered, "I think I can still be saved..."
The plot is full of twists and turns, and there are so many highlights that players can't keep up.
Damian swiftly sliced open the ropes binding the player, impatiently urging, "Stop watching the show, get up now."
"Thank you so much for your help, kind brother." Wen Yue stepped forward to give Damian a hug, but Damian raised his hand and stopped her with the back of his knife.
"Stop pretending, you're Batman, aren't you?" Damian pulled out a photo of Batman laughing wildly that was circulating on Gotham's intranet.
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not." Wen Yue firmly defended her image. The player was the real Batman, definitely not that cheerful Xiaoxiaozi, much less the Xiaoxiaozi played by Deathstroke.
However, Wen Yue remembered that she had already blocked and removed the photos from the internet. How could these visitors from other worlds be so clever as to dig up this embarrassing history? In order not to be mistaken for a maniac, the players went to great lengths.
“He’s not lying, he’s telling the truth.” Superman stepped through the window into the room.
So far, players haven't seen a Superman ever actually walk through a door. Why, does walking through a window feel more exciting?
Damian snorted, "Lies? I don't believe it." His words were ambiguous, leaving it unclear whether he was referring to the player lying or Superman lying.
"Are you two in cahoots?" Wen Yue sensed something was off about the atmosphere between the two; they didn't seem to know each other very well.
“TT, no way!” Damian, clutching the knife, turned his head to the side, his disgust evident in his expression.
“We’ve only known each other for a short time,” Superman explained to the players with a smile. He appeared in his everyday clothes as an ordinary person and introduced himself to the players: “Hello, my name is Clark, and this is Damian.”
"What a coincidence, I used to have a friend named Clark." Clark, the Superman from the vampire world.
"And now?" Clark's eyes lit up, thinking he was some kind of superhero from this world. "Can I have his contact information?"
Wen Yue shook her head regretfully: "He's in another world now." Even if you have his contact information, you can't reach him across worlds.
Clark looked apologetic: "Sorry." It turned out to be a stranger with the same name who had already passed away. Besides Wayne trending yesterday, Superman was also active at the top of the trending searches.
Wen Yue scratched her head, not understanding what there was to apologize for, but still politely replied, "It's okay, no need to apologize."
"Stop wasting your time with this nonsense." Damian forcefully interrupted their conversation, pointing at the player rudely and saying in a matter-of-fact tone, "Now take us to Wayne Manor, and I'll see how long you can keep up this act."
"Hey, would you like to come to my house as a guest? You're welcome, you're welcome!" Wen Yue pressed Damian's finger without changing her expression, and invited him with the warm hospitality of a silly rich man.
The kind-hearted wealthy man called an ambulance for the gunshot-scarred kidnapper leader. His two henchmen, unable to stop him, nearly fainted upon seeing the situation: ambulances are readily available overseas, but treatment costs are exorbitant. The kidnapper leader would be burdened with a lifetime of unpayable bills the moment he opened his eyes in the hospital; it would be better to just die on the spot.
"Perhaps you can try claiming reimbursement from Wayne Insurance. Wayne Insurance can reimburse 90% of your treatment costs," Wen Yue kindly suggested, pointing the kidnappers in a possible way out.
The kidnappers may not have had Wayne Insurance before, but Wayne will reimburse them this time.
This isn't a case of players being overly sympathetic; it's a reflection of the unique situation at the bottom of Gotham's society. Gotham's society is rigidly class-based, with limited resources firmly controlled by the upper class, unable to reach the lower classes. Coupled with the rampant and chaotic presence of the city's dark forces, joining crime is practically the only way out for those at the bottom. Kidnappers kidnap wealthy individuals for money, only to end up with enormous debts. Those who try to earn money through legal means have virtually no chance of escaping poverty, ultimately being forced back into a life of crime. This creates a vicious cycle, leading to no change and utterly meaningless.
These three kidnappers had absolutely no experience in kidnapping; they were clearly complete novices. Only the leader could barely hold a gun; the other two's intelligence and marksmanship were truly pathetic. Coupled with their clumsy performance as criminals, it's remarkable they've survived this long in Gotham, the crime capital. Let's give them another chance to choose.
Wen Yue followed Superman and Damian downstairs, still feeling lingering fear from the mishap she'd caused last time. This time, the player slowed down, holding onto the handrail as she descended the stairs, making the short flight of stairs look like a rugged mountain path.
With her feet firmly on the ground, Wen Yue looked up and met Superman's hesitant expression and Damian's silent gaze. She belatedly explained, "Don't misunderstand, my legs haven't been working well lately."
Superman states the facts: "You're not hurt." His X-ray vision shows that the player is completely unharmed and in excellent physical condition.
“His unsteady gait must be due to his advanced age,” Damian offered the player a plausible explanation.
This time, Wen Yue hesitated, then could only blame the damn aftereffects for not getting better yet.
A historic vintage car was parked by the roadside, its body crisscrossed with dents and scratches, clearly having been through the baptism of war and bullets. When Superman opened the car door, the whole car made a creaking sound, as if it was about to fall apart at any moment.
Even the King of Hell would nod in approval if he saw this car. Is it a special vehicle for delivering performance quotas to Hell? Do these guests who have come from afar have part-time jobs in this part of the underworld?
Wen Yue paused suspiciously in her forward steps. Walking home is actually a very green, pollution-free, and healthy way to travel, and taking a car is not an absolute necessity.
Wen Yue's steps were heavy, and she forced a smile as she suggested, "Or else..."
"Don't just stand there, get in." Damian interrupted the player's retreating steps and forcefully pushed the player into the car.
"Sorry, we have limited funds, this is the only used car we have." Superman chuckled awkwardly, trying to ease the tension.
Wen Yue stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her eyes conveying condemnation: Are you sure this is a used car? I think it's a Nth-hand car, the kind that's been passed down through several generations of owners.
Damian, knife in hand, glared menacingly behind her. With nowhere to retreat or escape, Wen Yue had no choice but to carefully and quietly climb into the back seat, afraid that any sudden movement would break the car apart. Once seated, the player looked up in astonishment: "You guys have a driver?"
This car... even comes with a driver?
“This is our friend.” Superman struggled to sit in the car, his body hunched over.
"Hello, I'm Matchstick Malone." Batman disguises himself as an ordinary person, reappearing in the world under a commoner's guise.
"Hello, Mr. Stickman, I'm Bruce Wayne." Wen Yue, realizing the stranger was Batman, relaxed and gave a slightly cheeky laugh.
Batman, looking every bit the cool guy, expertly shifted gears and pulled the handbrake.
The old car let out a mournful groan and slowly started with a rumbling noise. The flat road surface made the car drive with a shaking "old-fashioned disco" effect. Wen Yue held tightly to the car door to resist the feeling of weightlessness, afraid that the car would break apart halfway.
The rumbling and creaking sounds echoed and reverberated along the way, reverberating through the valley, their lingering echoes fading away. Wen Yue's calves involuntarily trembled along with the car body.
That's it, we can't go back. It looks like we'll have to get stuck on the way back.
[Tonight's Lucky Family Bucket] Online Group Chat—
[Bowane]: The password, I can't hold on any longer, I'm going to confess.
[Jetsud]: They tortured you?
[Bwein]: Not tortured, but comparable to torture.
[Bowane] sent a picture.
[Jetsund]: Where did you find this car? Did you buy it at a junkyard? You're in luck, hahaha.
[Bwein]: Probably bought it from the King of Hell. (A bitter smile.JPG)
[DiGray]: Bumper Karting!
[Bowane]: Can't laugh.JPG
Wen Yue was heartbroken: I thought I was getting on a bus, but it turned out to be the start of a journey. I thought they were taking me home, but it turned out to be just a short trip. Where am I going? To the Western Paradise?
Going home is your lie.
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