Chapter 170: Finding a Different Way (Two in One)

More than one person entered the restroom!

This restroom does not have large and small urinals. There are two rows of eight cubicles each, which can meet the excretion needs of sixteen people at the same time.

However, what Maggieson did not expect was that sixteen people actually came in!

They acted quickly, as if they had already assigned positions. They were in place almost at the same time and solved their personal problems one after another.

Even if some people were faster and some were slower, those who finished in advance would not leave directly, but wait for others to join them.

The movements were uniform, obviously well-trained.

What a team consciousness!

Maggieson was stunned.

He didn't know how to start.

"Is this black mask gang afraid of that serious disease?"

Think about it carefully. What if one of the guys got constipated and stayed there for dozens of minutes? Would the others have to accompany him?

Maggieson was simply unable to complain.

Maybe this time is an exception!

Maggieson thought so.

He waited patiently, and fortunately there was no constipation patient among this group of people.

They retreated in less than five minutes.

"This return to Gotham really opened my eyes."

McGilson'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 also had sixteen people!

McGilson began to feel something was wrong. Once was a coincidence, and twice was inevitable.

It seems that Black Mask has attached great importance to the safety here to an outrageous level, and even private matters such as going to the toilet must be strictly arranged.

The following situation confirmed Maggieson's idea.

Every half an hour or so, a group of people will break away from the patrol team and go into the bathroom to solve the problem.

The number of people is not too many, not too few, just enough to fill the bathroom.

If the number of people who need to solve the problem exceeds sixteen, then let sixteen people go in first, and then sixteen people go in after they come out.

If the number of people left is less than sixteen, then those who can't use the toilet will be sent in to make up the number.

In short, the number of people who go in must be just right, and the number of people who come out must also be just right.

"I've heard that Roman Siensos is a perverted perfectionist, but I didn't expect him to be so crazy."

McGilson's brain raced, and he couldn't think of how to knock one of them out silently without alerting the others when the toilet was full of people.

If the partition of the cubicle could be higher, it would not be impossible.

But the partition is only 1.6 meters high. If you don't sit down, your whole head will be exposed.

If you are tall, your upper body is clearly visible.

How can this allow Machison to sneak in secretly?

As long as he comes down from the ventilation duct, the noise he makes will be hard to be unnoticed.

Is it really necessary to knock down all the people below...

McGilson fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, Machson's ears moved.

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

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

"Yeah, if I have to take the stairs every day, I'll go crazy sooner or later."

"I just hope that those idiots at the city hall don't kill the elevator repairman when they're playing with people's lives."

"By the way, why do we have to stay in this broken building? The daily meals are canned luncheon meat and canned luncheon meat. I'm about to vomit!"

"Ha, were you a soldier during World War II? It's good enough to have something to eat now..."

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

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

It was boring to stand there stupidly waiting for their companions to spray.

So they started to talk in a low voice.

The topic mentioned by the two people made McGinn, who had ears on the other side, find a perfect breakthrough...

On the other side, Giordano Botanical Garden.

After listening to Barbara's plan, Pamela felt that it was very feasible.

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

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

"No one can survive this trick!"

Pamela stepped forward, stood in front of Barbara, and then pressed her palms together and shouted.

Then, in the solemn expression of Death Bell, the ground began to shake, and the violent vibration spread from the underground to the building, like an earthquake.

Judging from the state of Poison Ivy, it takes a lot of physical strength to use this ability.

"And that weird posture..."

Deathstroke instinctively sensed the danger and quickly determined that Pamela's upcoming move would require a certain amount of preparation time.

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

Deathstroke was not a fool, so he rushed out from behind the fire wall as soon as the vibration began.

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

First, three flying knives were thrown at Pamela, and this time the speed of the flying knives was even faster than what he had thrown before.

After throwing the flying knives, Deathstroke pulled out the second samurai sword behind him.

Holding two knives, he rushed straight towards Pamela.

"Tatatatatatatata..."

After hearing a burst of gunfire, the three flying knives were knocked away by the incoming bullets.

The gunfire did not stop for a moment, and the bullets swept towards Deathstroke's position.

Deathstroke's keen combat intuition made him pounce to the left in an instant, and the bullets did not hit him.

At this time, Deathstroke 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 Deathstroke was restrained by the branches of the giant tree controlled by Pamela, the submachine gun fell to the ground.

Barbara picked up the submachine gun at that time.

"Good shooting."

Deathstroke 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 is 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 skills.

"I didn't see you take out a gun the whole night last night. I thought you didn't know how to use a gun, but I didn't expect you to hide it so deep."

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

Death Bell laughed heartily. This scene not only didn't make him angry, but he admired Barbara even more.

Barbara held a submachine gun and fired at Death Bell.

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

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

However, this was exactly what Barbara wanted.

Hiding behind the giant tree, Death Bell'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 through 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 just two of us alive in the underground tunnel ahead!"

Pamela pointed in the direction of Audisburg, where Gordon's temporary base was...

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 cautiously to the door 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 the building, and his words were full of respect and fear.

"Why are you 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 put the toolbox on the ground very obediently, and raised his hands above his head at the same time.

Two thugs stared at him closely, and 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 you don't fix the elevator before the sun rises tomorrow, you'll have to wait for this."

A thug took out a pistol and threatened the repairman with his forehead.

The repairman's legs naturally began to tremble, and he was obviously scared.

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

Seeing the terrified look of the repairman, the thug laughed.

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

As soon as the voice fell, the rest of the people laughed together.

"The elevator is parked between the fourth and fifth floors, right? It didn't fall down?"

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

"Yes, it didn't fall down."

"Then I roughly understand the situation, and it will be fixed soon."

Hearing the repairman's confident words, several thugs were very happy.

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

On the way, they met many patrolling personnel.

However, there were no other thugs in the elevator room, after all, it is now abandoned.

It can be seen that the elevator door has been pried open by humans.

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

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

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

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

The repairman looked at several thugs and said.

"No problem, you go down."

The repairman first jumped to the top of the elevator, and then entered through the skylight that was opened in the elevator.

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

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

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

"With his frail appearance, I can kill several of them with my bare hands. Don't worry if he will play dirty tricks."

So, the thug jumped down.

"Fuck, 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 sharp pain came from his neck, and his mouth and nose were tightly covered. The thug lost consciousness instantly.

"Boom!"

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

"Ward Fuck! 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 actually sinking!

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