Chapter 122 Woody's Conspiracy

"Heeheehee... how long do you think she can last?" Woody's voice suddenly came from behind Calamity.

Calamity didn't turn her head, replying calmly, "Are you referring to Catwoman?"

Woody laughed. "Oh? You think 'Not Afraid' can win?"

Calamity replied, "Judging by the standards of non-superpowered heroes in the DC Universe, Selina Kyle's abilities aren't outstanding. Her speed and jumping ability are about four times that of a normal person; her resistance to falling from heights and heavy impacts is three times that of a normal person; in terms of strength, she's only slightly stronger than a robust adult male... compared to male heroes like Nightwing and Knight, that's a huge difference." She paused. "Even if Bu Pa doesn't use any skills, the two should be evenly matched."

At this moment, both she and Woody were floating in the air, and their presence was hidden. No will in this dimension could detect their existence, including Bu Pa and Catwoman, who were fighting below.

"But Catwoman has two things that Bu Pa doesn't," Woody continued. "First, superb fighting skills, and second... the 'luck' of being a major character in this universe."

"'Luck'?" Calamity repeated. "Hmph... are you saying she can't die?"

"She can, and she can't..." Woody chuckled. "Heeheehee... a relatively major hero or villain like Catwoman, if they're going to 'die,' it's mostly a fake death, disappearing for a while and then reappearing." He explained, "If the players want to 'kill' these characters, they must master the correct method. Never chop off their heads or turn them into mincemeat. If you do that, the DC Universe's 'Highest Will' might interfere, such as sending Superman to suddenly appear and stop the players' actions."

Woody's next tone was somewhat sarcastic: "To 'kill' these major characters, I personally recommend a few classic methods... one, shoot a bullet a few millimeters from their heart; two, push them into a deep abyss; three, let them disappear in an explosion." He spread his hands. "Heeheehee... you have to leave some room for the 'Highest Will,' understand? That way, it's easier for him to resurrect these characters."

"Tch... sounds like the 'Highest Will' here, like our boss, likes to beat around the bush," Calamity replied.

"Heehee..." Woody continued his lewd chuckle. "Actually, Marvel's 'oAA' is the same. If there are too many uncorrectable errors, it has to 'reboot' all the world lines and clear the memories of the lifeforms."

"Alright, let's get to the point," Calamity said. "You suddenly popped up just to tell me that the person I bet on is about to lose?"

"Heeheehee... that's just one of the reasons." Woody smiled extremely lasciviously. "Also, I wanted to show off that my person is already assured of victory."

"One day, Woody, I'm going to tear out your throat and shut that laugh up," Calamity said coldly.

"But that won't be today," Woody replied. "Right now, the little brother Plague bet on has rage-quit, Mr. You's people have been killed, and once your little girl dies, the last variable will disappear."

"Hmph... and you dare say you're assured of victory?" Calamity snorted. "Even if my person really dies here as you predicted," she turned her head back and said, "Sid's bet on Shiva and War's favored Qisha are all far stronger than your crazy guy, and it's only a matter of time before those two regain their freedom."

"Heeheehee... that's why they need to regain their freedom, things will be easier..."

...

At the same time, in the vehicle that drove away from the police station.

"Hey, where are we going?" Qisha shouted through the iron bars and bulletproof glass at the police officers in the transport vehicle.

But the other party simply ignored him.

The design of this transport vehicle was very unique. There was only a small window between the driver's seat and the rear compartment, with a piece of bulletproof glass and dense iron mesh on both sides. The rear compartment was surrounded by metal plates comparable to armor. The door could not be opened from the inside, and multiple reliable latches were set up on the outside.

Based on the painful experience of countless transports of super criminals in the past, the Gotham police had created such a transport vehicle. The police officers responsible for escorting the prisoners did not share a compartment with these criminals, to avoid being hijacked... In addition to the driver and co-driver in the front, all other police officers and the keys to the rear compartment were in another vehicle. After arriving at the destination, the people in that vehicle would get out, surround the transport vehicle, and open the door.

"Don't bother, they can't hear you," Shiva still looked calm and composed.

"You're really relaxed..." Qisha said, "Aren't you afraid I'll suddenly attack and kill you?"

At this moment, the two were sitting face to face, less than a meter apart. For Qisha, a specialist in combat, this was an extremely advantageous situation.

"You and I both understand that the chances of success are greater if we join forces to escape," Shiva said. "If we're going to fight, we have to wait until we get rid of the police and superheroes."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Qisha said, tearing the chain in the middle of the handcuffs apart with both arms, and he did the same with the shackles on his feet.

"I'm waiting for the car to drive far enough away from the city center," Shiva replied. "This will ensure that when we escape, there won't be any superheroes nearby to provide support."

Hearing this, Qisha stood up and peered forward through the window, trying to see the scenery outside through the windshield of the driver's seat, but unfortunately, there were two layers of glass, and it was dark outside, so he couldn't see clearly at all.

"Don't bother, my reconnaissance specialization is pretty good. I roughly know the situation outside," Shiva said. "We should be close to the edge of the city, and we can act at any time, but... I'm thinking about something."

"What is it?" Qisha asked.

"Don't you find it strange? We've already surrendered and entered the police station, so why did they stop halfway through the questioning and then try to send us somewhere else?"

"Of course, they're afraid of our strength."

"Perhaps that's one of the reasons," Shiva continued. "But I think... there's something else." He looked up at Qisha. "We've been very cooperative, and neither of us has directly harmed any civilians in Gotham City. But why... did they suddenly lose trust in us and couldn't wait to escort us somewhere else for further processing?"

"Someone said something or did something... that changed their minds?" Qisha replied after thinking for a few seconds.

"Now that I think about it... Zhao Yingwang's death is really strange," Shiva said thoughtfully. "Clearly, there's something special about that Feng Bujue..."

"Could it be that he has some kind of skill that can control the actions of script characters?" Qisha said.

"If he really had that kind of skill, we would have died long ago. He could have just sent one or two superheroes to assassinate us when we were alone, and the problem would have been solved," Shiva said. "My guess is... this guy called Feng Bujue is causing trouble everywhere in a high-profile manner, and then dragging us and him together, so that the NPC forces have also become hostile to us."

Hearing this, Qisha felt that it was indeed possible. "Oh... so, if we resist and escape now, it's equivalent to falling for his trick, and we won't be able to explain it later."

"That's right, but it seems that this is our only option," Shiva said. "Escaping will completely turn us into enemies of the righteous forces in the script... which is very passive and extremely dangerous." He paused. "But if we don't escape, we're likely to be sent to a place like Blackgate Penitentiary and be strictly guarded. At that time, it will become a contest of 'game time.' If the other party hasn't logged into Thriller Paradise for long today, we two will definitely be kicked offline before him in the end."

"Winning against the two people on the combat strength rankings without bloodshed..." Qisha continued, and he actually laughed. "Feng Bujue... what a calculation."

"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 can he avoid being arrested or killed?" Shiva said again.

"Maybe he's already been arrested, just not locked up with us. For him, as long as he's alive and away from other players," Qisha said. "The mission in No-Discrimination Mode is to 'become the only surviving player in the script,' and he's probably trying to win without fighting us."

"He can be considered to have used the rules reasonably, using the resources in the script to checkmate us," Shiva said, and he also broke free from the restraints on his hands and feet. "Now that things have come to this, we can't change the situation. After all... it takes time to prove that you're a good person, but you can be a villain at any time." He also stood up. "Strategy and force are both ways to win. Today, Feng Bujue, a player who's not on the combat strength rankings, has given us a lesson."

Qisha also stood up: "Don't talk like he's already won. I haven't given up yet."

Shiva said, "I have a suggestion."

Qisha knew what he was going to say and laughed, "After escaping, we shouldn't fight each other first, right?"

Shiva continued: "That's right, but there's no trust between you and me, so let's forget about working together."

"Go our separate ways, and once one of us finds and kills that guy..."

"...we'll decide the winner."

Both of them were top players with formidable strength, how could they tolerate being schemed against by an obscure and insidious guy like Feng Bujue. Now that things had come to this, anyone could win this killing game, but that level twenty-eight guy must not win, otherwise it would be too cheap for him.

Thus, the two experts reached a consensus in a few words.

A moment later, a loud noise suddenly erupted, and the van transporting them was lifted off the ground by an internal force and flipped over in the air. Then, a flash of fire appeared from the bottom of the car, and two figures leaped out...