Thriller Paradise

Chapter 275 Battle for the Cape 18

"Hehehe... how long do you think she can hold on?" Woody’s voice came from behind Famine. Famine did not turn around and lightly replied, "You mean Catwoman?"

Woody smiled. "Oh, do you think Not a Scaredy Cat can win?"

"With the standard of the superheroes in DC universe, Selina Kyle is not that outstanding," Famine replied. "Her speed and jumping ability are four times the normal person, and her injuries when falling from a high place are reduced by a factor of three. In terms of strength, she is slightly more powerful than a grown man... This kind of power is far behind the male superheroes like Nightwing and the Knight.

"Even if Scaredy Cat did not use any skill, they should be on even ground." She and Woody were floating in the sky and were hidden. In this mode, no one could sense them, and that included Not a Scaredy Cat and Catwoman, who were fighting.

"But Catwoman has two things that Scaredy Cat doesn’t," Woody argued. "She is an expert fighting skill, and... there is the ’luck’ that belongs to the main characters of this universe."

"Luck?" Famine replied. "Humph... you mean, she will never die?"

"Yes and no..." Woody chuckled. "Hehehe... For main characters like Catwoman, even if they ’die’, it’ll most likely be a fake death. They will disappear for a while before returning.

"If the players want to kill these people, they have to master the correct method. Cutting off their head or punching them into pulp won’t work. If you do that, the ’highest consciousness’ of the DC universe will interfere by perhaps sending Superman to deal with the players.

"To ’kill’ these main characters, I personally suggest a few classic ways... One, shoot a bullet from several centimeters away from the heart. Two, push them off a steep cliff. Three, make them disappear in a big explosion. Hehehe... this way you are leaving some leeway for the ’highest consciousness’, understand? That way, it will be easier for him to bring these characters back to life."

"Tsk... From the sound of it, the ’highest consciousness’ here likes to play games like our boss," Famine replied.

"Hehe..." Woody continued his wicked laugh. "It is the same for the One-Above-All in the Marvel World. If there are too many irreparable errors, he will restart the entire timeline and erase the memories of all life forms."

"Alright, back to the topic," Famine said. "Did you suddenly appear just to come and tell me that I’m about to lose my bet?"

"Hehehe... that is only one of the reasons." Woody could not have laughed more wickedly. "Other than that, I’m here to gloat about my absolute victory."

"One day, Woody, I will tear out your throat so that I can stop hearing your laugh," Famine said.

"But that is not today," Woody replied. "Currently, the kid whom Pestilence bet on has already disconnected, Mr. Yoo’s person has been killed, and after your little girl dies, the last extenuating factor will disappear."

"Humph... In that case, you dare to say that victory is absolutely yours?" Famine huffed. "Even if my person dies here as you predicted. Sid’s Shiva and War’s Seven Kills are far more powerful than the madman that you have. It is only a matter of time until they regain their freedom."

"Hehehe... The point is, for them to regain freedom..."

...

At the same time, in the car that headed out from the station...

"Hey, where are we going?" Seven Kills shouted at the officers through the glass and wire, but the man ignored him. This car had a unique design. There was only a small window behind the backseat and the driving seat. The window had bulletproof glass, and it was bookended by sturdy wires. The backseat was surrounded by armored steel. The door could not be opened from the inside, and the outer lock was heavily reinforced.

After dealing with many supervillains, Gotham Police had come up with these measures. The police who were responsible for transporting the villains were not in the same place, so they would not be influenced... Other than the driver, the other officers and the key to the back were in another car. When they arrived, the other car’s people would surround this car and then unlock the door.

"Don’t waste your energy. They can’t hear you." Shiva looked completely at ease.

"You sure look relaxed," Seven Kills said. "Aren’t you worried that I might use this chance to kill you?"

At that moment, they were sitting less than a meter from each other. For fighting experts like Seven Kills, he had the advantage.

"You and me both know that the chance of escaping will be bigger if we cooperate," Shiva said. "If we want to fight, we have to shake off the police and the superheroes first."

"Then, what are you waiting for?" Seven Kills said as he pulled his arms wide, snapping the shackles. He did the same to the shackles on his ankles.

"I’m waiting for us to get far away from the city center," Shiva replied. "That way, no one will hurry to come and stop us when we try to escape."

Seven Kills stood up and glanced out the window. He tried to look out the window, but there were two layers of glass. Plus, it was night, so he could not see anything.

"Don’t need to waste your time. I have quite good sleuthing mastery. I can guess the situation outside," Shiva said. "We should be at the edge of the city already. We can make our move anytime, but... I’m thinking about one thing."

"What is that?" Seven Kills asked.

"Don’t you think it’s weird? We’ve already surrendered and followed them to the station. Why did they stop the interrogation and send us somewhere else?"

"They’re afraid of our power."

"That could be part of the reason," Shiva said as he lifted his eyes to Seven Kills. "But I believe... there’s something else. We’ve been completely cooperative, and neither of us have directly harmed the people of Gotham, so why... would they suddenly lose their trust in us and couldn’t wait to move us to somewhere else to have use dealt with?"

Seven Kills contemplated and said, "Someone has said or done something... to change their mind?"

"Now that I think about it... it’s strange that King of Shadows has died," Shiva said. "Obviously, there is something about... this Feng Bujue."

"Does he have some kind of skill to control the movement of the characters in the scenario?" Seven Kills asked.

"If he had such a skill, we would be dead already. He only needed to have a superhero come assassinate us when we were alone," Shiva said. "My prediction is... this Feng Bujue has been raising storm and then claimed we’re his allies, so now the NPCs see us as hostile as well."

Hearing that, Seven Kills agreed. "Oh... so if we try to resist now, we will have fallen into his trap, and it’ll be impossible to explain later."

"Indeed, but that is our only option," Shiva said. "Escape and become total enemies with the good forces in the scenario... that is very dangerous.

"But if we don’t escape, we might be sent somewhere like The Pit. Then, it will become a game of who has the longer time online. If the man only just got on Thriller Paradise, if this drags on, we will be forced offline first."

"Without a fight, he will have beaten two on the combat ranking," Seven Kills said and laughed. "Feng Bujue... such a cunning manipulator."

"What I don’t understand is, since the superheroes can find us, they can definitely find him too. He can’t be stronger than us, so how did he avoid being captured or killed?" Shiva asked.

"Perhaps he has already been captured but just not kept with us. For him, it’s fine as long as he is placed away from other players," Seven Kills said. "The mission of Battle Royale mode is to become the surviving player in the game. I believe he is hoping to win without fighting us."

"He has made use of the rules perfectly and used the resources within the scenario to trap us," Shiva said as he shook off the shackles. "At this point, we can’t change the situation. After all... to prove that we’re good guys, we need time, but to be a bad guy, you don’t need much time. Cunning and brute force are both ways to win. Today, this Feng Bujue, who is not on the combat ranking, has given us a good lesson."

Seven Kills also stood up. "Don’t make it sound like he has already won. I still haven’t given up."

"I have a suggestion," Shiva said.

Seven Kills knew what he was going to say, and he smiled. "Have a temporary truce after we escape, right?"

Shiva nodded. "Yes, but there is no trust between us, so things like moving together... I don’t think so."

"We’ll split up, and once one of us finds and kills that guy..."

"...We’ll finish this match."

They were both powerful top players, so naturally, they would not allow an unknown player like Feng Bujue to scam them using sneaky tricks. At this point, anyone could win this Killing Game but that level twenty-eight fella, or else it would be such shame for the rest.

Therefore, the two experts formed a wordless consensus.

Moments later, there was an explosion. The car that held them exploded from within and blasted into the air. It rolled in the air, and then there was a glow at the bottom of the car, and two figures shot out...