Phantom Thief Kidd in the Comic World

Surprisingly, more than one person entered the bathroom!

There is no toilet in this bathroom. There are two rows of eight cubicles in total, which can meet the excretion needs of sixteen people at the same time.

However, what McGison didn't expect was that sixteen people actually came in!

They moved quickly, as if they had already assigned their positions. They got into position almost at the same time and solved their personal problems one after another.

Even if some people are fast and others are slow, those who have solved the problem in advance will not leave directly, but will wait for others to join them.

The movements were neat and uniform, obviously well-trained.

What a sense of teamwork!

McGison was stunned for a moment.

Don't know how to start.

"Is this black mask gang suffering from a serious illness?"

Think about it carefully, if one of the guys gets constipation or something and stays alone for dozens of minutes, do other people need to accompany him?

McGison simply couldn't complain.

Maybe this time is an exception!

McGison thought.

He waited patiently. Fortunately, there were no constipation patients among this group of people.

They were out in less than five minutes.

"This trip back to Gotham really opened my eyes."

Magison's mouth twitched and he continued to crawl in the ventilation duct.

About half an hour later, the second group of people finally arrived.

However, this group of people is actually sixteen people!

Magison began to feel that something was wrong. Once was a coincidence, but twice was inevitable.

It seems that Black Mask has attached great importance to the safety here to an outrageous level. He even has strict arrangements for such private matters as going to the toilet.

What happened next confirmed McGieson's thoughts.

Every half hour or so, a wave of people will break away from the large patrol team and enter the bathroom to solve the problem.

There were not too many people, just enough to fill up the restroom.

If there are more than sixteen people who need to solve the problem, let sixteen people go in first, and then sixteen people go in after they come out.

If there are less than sixteen people left, people who cannot use the toilet will be sent in to make up the number.

In short, it must be just right when you go in, and it must be just right when you come out.

"I've long heard that Roman Cienthos is a perverted perfectionist, but I didn't expect that he would be so insane."

Magison's mind was racing, and he couldn't figure out how to knock one of them unconscious without disturbing the others when the toilet was full of people.

If the baffles of the compartments could be higher, it wouldn't be completely impossible.

However, the height of the baffle is only 1.6 meters. If you don't sit down, your entire head will be exposed.

If you are tall, your upper body will be clearly visible.

How can McGison achieve secret infiltration?

As long as he comes down from the ventilation duct, it is difficult not to notice the noise he makes.

Is it possible that we really want to knock down everyone below...

Magison was lost in thought.

Suddenly, Magison's ears twitched.

"I don't know when the elevator will be repaired."

"Who knows? It's been stuck between the fourth and fifth floors since yesterday, unable to go up or down. I've obviously mentioned this to those idiots in the city hall, but why hasn't anyone come to fix it yet?"

"Yes, if I have to take the stairs to go up and down every day from now on, I will go crazy sooner or later."

"I just hope that when those idiots in the city hall are playing with people's lives, they won't kill the elevator repairman as well."

"Speaking of which, why do we have to stay in this dilapidated building? The only food we have every day is canned luncheon meat. I almost vomit after eating it!"

"Ha, were you a soldier during World War II? It would be nice to have something to eat like this..."

In the bathroom, the two thugs whispered to each other.

Among this wave of sixteen people, only fourteen were really needed, and the two of them came in to make up the numbers.

Standing there waiting for your partner to ejaculate is so boring to death.

So they started talking quietly.

But the topics mentioned by these two people made McGison, who has ears across the wall, find the perfect breakthrough...

On the other side, the Giordano Botanical Garden.

After Pamela heard Barbara's plan, she felt it was very feasible.

The two women looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

They both saw the hope of victory in each other's eyes.

"No one can survive this!"

Pamela stood forward, stood in front of Barbara, then put her palms together tightly and shouted.

Immediately, in the solemn expression of Death Knell, the earth began to shake, and violent vibrations spread from the underground to the building, like an earthquake.

Judging from Poison Ivy's state, it takes a lot of physical energy to use this ability.

"And that weird posture..."

Deathstroke instinctively sensed the danger and quickly judged that the method Pamela was about to use would require some preparation time.

Only a fool would stand still and wait for the opponent to finish using his ultimate move.

Deathstroke was not a fool, so he rushed out from behind the wall of fire as soon as the shaking started.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

First, three flying knives were thrown at Pamela. The speed of the flying knives this time was slightly faster than the ones he threw before.

After throwing out the flying knife, Deathstroke pulled out the second katana behind his back.

Holding two knives, he rushed straight towards Pamela.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."

There was a burst of gunfire, and the three flying knives were knocked away by the incoming bullets.

The gunfire continued, and the bullets swept towards the position of the bell.

The bell's sharp fighting instinct made him jump to the left in an instant, and the bullets did not hit him.

At this time, the bell looked in the direction where the bullet flew out, and saw Barbara holding her Uzi submachine gun in her hand.

It turned out that when the bell was restrained by the branches of the giant tree controlled by Pamela, the submachine gun fell to the ground.

Barbara took advantage of that time to pick up the submachine gun.

"Good shooting."

The bell cast an approving look at Barbara.

The skill of shooting down flying knives with a gun is quite difficult in itself, and Barbara used a submachine gun, and the trajectory was much more difficult to control than a pistol or a semi-automatic rifle.

And Barbara actually did it, and shot down three flying knives at once.

This shooting skill must be said to be deeply inherited from Gordon.

It is estimated that only the top gunmen like Deathstroke, Punisher, and Deadshot can surpass her in shooting.

"I didn't see you take out a gun all night last night. I thought you couldn't use a gun, but I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply."

"Haha, but it's better this way. I won't have to spend more effort to teach you how to aim in the future..."

Deathstroke smiled heartily. This scene not only did not make him angry, but he admired Barbara more.

Barbara held a submachine gun and fired at Deathstroke.

Deathstroke took advantage of the situation and hid behind the burning giant tree.

This also made it convenient for Deathstroke to have more time to react when Pamela's charging was completed.

However, this was exactly what Barbara wanted.

Hiding behind the giant tree, Deathstroke's vision was blocked. Although he could judge the situation on the opposite side by sound, it was not as thorough as observing with his own eyes, and it was easy to make a misjudgment.

At this time, Barbara and Pamela smiled at each other, and a tree root pierced the floor, and looking down was a bottomless pit.

The sound of the roots gushing out made Deathstroke's face condense. Poison Ivy's attack was coming, and he listened attentively to the situation behind the giant tree.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

No movement was heard.

Deathstroke suddenly thought of something, put the samurai sword into the sheath, took out the spare pistol and flashed out from behind the giant tree.

Barbara and Pamela had long disappeared in front of him.

"Interesting."

Deathstroke walked around the pit and looked down. Apart from the intricate roots, he could only see the deep darkness.

"You can't escape Gotham..."

Some time later, in the underground tunnel at the junction of Burnley and Otisburg, Pamela controlled the roots to send herself and Barbara here.

She did not rush out from the ground in order not to attract attention.

"It's safe for the time being. No matter how strong Deathstroke's tracking ability is, it is impossible to find the underground in a short time."

Pamela smiled and comforted Barbara.

At this moment, she was still immersed in the memory of the botanical garden being shrouded in flames, and it would be difficult for her to come out for a while.

In Pamela's heart, Deathstroke had been included in the must-kill list.

"I'm sorry, Pamela, maybe I shouldn't have gone to the Giordano Botanical Gardens."

Barbara said with an apologetic look on her face.

She didn't expect things to develop to this point. Pamela, who was obviously here to rescue her, now hated Deathstroke more than she did.

"Don't mind, you didn't do anything wrong. If you hadn't gone to the botanical garden, I might not have been able to find you so quickly."

Pamela said to Barbara gently.

"If you are really caught by Deathstroke, I will... When I return to New York, how should I explain to Maggieson?"

Halfway through the words, Pamela suddenly realized and changed her mouth to joke.

Fortunately, Pamela reacted in time, and Barbara didn't hear anything wrong, but was teased and blushed.

"Barbara, I have to tell you something." Pamela changed the subject and said to Barbara with a serious expression. "The plants told me that there are more than two of us alive in the underground tunnel ahead!" Pamela pointed in the direction of Audisburg, which was Gordon's temporary base... At dusk. In the old city, outside the Black Mask's base next to the clock tower. A middle-aged man carrying a toolbox walked to the door cautiously and knocked gently. "Hi...Hi! I'm a repairman...I'm here to repair...repair the elevator..." The repairman obviously knew who was hiding in this building, and his words were full of respect and fear. "Why are you here so late?" The door opened, and four thugs in suits wearing black masks walked out. He asked viciously as soon as he saw the repairman. "Yes...I'm sorry, I'm the only repairman left in the city hall, and all the repair work is done by me alone, so I came so late today." The repairman nodded and bowed to the thugs. "Put down the toolbox. We need to check if you have any dangerous items on you."

Hearing this, the repairman obediently put the toolbox on the ground and raised his hands above his head.

Two thugs stared at him closely, while the other two checked the repairman's body and the items in the toolbox respectively.

In the end, no suspicious items were found.

"Hmph, go in quickly. If the elevator is not repaired before the sun rises tomorrow, you will have to wait and taste this."

One of the thugs pulled out a pistol and put it to the repairman's forehead and threatened.

Naturally, the repairman's legs began to tremble, and he was obviously very frightened.

"Yes, yes...yes...I...I will...fix the elevator soon...don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

Seeing the repairman's frightened look, the thug burst into laughter.

"Don't be so nervous. I'm just joking with you. If I really kill you, what will happen if the elevator breaks down again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other people laughed together.

"The elevator stopped between the fourth and fifth floors, right? Didn't it fall?"

Under the gunpoint, the repairman could only endure it and turned to ask a few people about business.

"Yes, it didn't fall."

"Then I roughly understand the situation and can fix it soon."

Several thugs were very happy to hear the repairman's confident words.

Then, the repairman followed the four people into the building, and then all the way to the elevator room on the fifth floor.

Along the way, they met many patrolling officers.

However, there were no other thugs in the elevator room. After all, the place was currently abandoned.

It can be seen that the elevator door has also been manually pried open.

This is not surprising, because when the elevator suddenly gets stuck, there is probably someone inside.

And if they want to get out, they can only stand on the top of the elevator and go out through the elevator door on the fifth floor.

The repairman looked down the elevator shaft and saw that the top of the elevator was about two meters away.

"I have to go down and take a look first."

The repairman looked at the thugs and said.

"No problem, go down."

The repairman first jumped to the top of the elevator, and then entered through the open skylight of the elevator.

After a while, the repairman's voice came up from below.

"I found the reason why the elevator is stuck, but I need someone's help. Can one of you get down?"

The four thugs looked at each other, and the guy who had previously put a gun to the repairman's forehead volunteered.

"With how thin he looks, I can kill several of them with my bare hands. I don't have to worry about whether he is playing dirty tricks."

Ever since, the thug jumped.

"Fake, there's no one in the elevator, where did that guy go?"

As soon as he entered the elevator, he didn't see the repairman. He was about to explain the situation to the three people above.

However, a stinging pain hit his neck and his mouth and nose were tightly covered. The thug instantly lost consciousness.

"boom!"

After a few seconds, a loud noise suddenly came from below the elevator shaft.

"Wardfalk! What was that sound just now?"

The three people in the elevator room on the fifth floor hurriedly looked into the elevator shaft and found that the elevator was sinking!

It is no longer between the fourth and fifth floors, but between the fourth and third floors...