Capítulo 172: Another Path (part 1)
More than one person entered the bathroom!
There are no urinals in this toilet. There are two rows of eight small compartments, which can meet the excretion needs of sixteen people at the same time.
However, what Mathison did not expect was that sixteen people actually came in!
They moved swiftly, as if they had already been assigned places, and took their places almost at the same time, taking a piss one after the other.
Even if some people were faster than the others, those who finished in advance did not leave directly but waited for others to finish.
Their actions were neat and tidy, they are obviously well-trained.
What a sense of teamwork!
Watching this, Mathison froze for a moment.
He didn't know how to initiate his plan.
"What's with Black Mask's men?"
Thinking about it, in case any guy got constipated or something, he will end up staying there for tens of minutes. Does this mean that others will have to accompany him?
Mathison was completely speechless.
Maybe this is only some weird exception!
Mathison thought so.
He waited patiently, fortunately, there were no constipated people among this group.
They were out in less than five minutes.
"This trip back to Gotham was a real eye-opener for me."
The corners of Mathison's mouth twitched, and he continued to stalk them through the ventilation duct.
About half an hour later, the second group of people finally arrived.
To his surprise, this group of people had actually also exactly sixteen people!
Mathison began to feel that something was wrong. It might have been a coincidence the first time, but the same incident happened twice now.
It seems that Black Mask had attached great importance to the security here, and even private things like going to the toilet have to be strictly arranged.
What happened next confirmed Mathison's idea.
Every half hour or so, a wave of people will break away from the large patrol team and enter the bathroom to relieve themselves.
Not a random number of people would access the toilet, but exactly enough to fill the bathroom.
If there were more than sixteen people who need to use the toilet, sixteen people would go in first, and then sixteen others follow after the first batch comes out.
If there are less than sixteen people left, people who don't have to use the toilet will be sent in to make up the number.
In short, people who go in and out must be exactly sixteen, and when they come out, the same number must remain.
"I've long heard that Roman Sionis is a mad perfectionist, but I didn't expect him to be really this mad."
Mathison pondered for a while. He couldn't think of a way to knock out one of them silently without disturbing the others when the toilet room was always full of people.
If the baffle of the compartment was only a bit higher, it would not have been completely impossible.
But the height of the baffle is only 1.6 meters. If one doesn't sit down, their entire head will be exposed in the open.
If one is tall, their upper body will clearly be visible.
How would this allow Mathison to achieve a secret infiltration?
As long as he comes down from the ventilation duct, it would be so difficult not to notice a movement he would make.
The situation would also be difficult if he knocked down everyone below ...
Mathison was lost in thought.
Suddenly, Mathison's ears twitched.
"I wonder when the elevator will be repaired."
"Who knows, it's been stuck between the fourth and fifth floors since yesterday. It can neither go up nor down. I have already reported this to the idiots in the City Hall. Why hasn't anyone come to fix it yet?"
"Yeah, if I have to go up and down the stairs every day from now on. Man, this is crazy!"
"I just hope these idiots at the City Hall won't kill the elevator repairman, trying to fool around with his life."
"Speaking of which, why do we have to stay in this dilapidated building? Our everyday meal is canned luncheon meat; I'm going to vomit!"
"Ha, didn't you serve as a soldier during World War II? It is so nice to have something to eat now at least…"
In the bathroom, the two thugs whispered to each other.
In this wave of sixteen people, only fourteen were really in need to use the toilet; two of them came in just to make up the number.
Silently, they were standing there, waiting for the companions to finish. They were bored to death.
So they started talking quietly.
However, the topics these two discussed helped Mathison, who had his ears on the wall, find the perfect breakthrough…
On the other side, in the Giordano Botanical Garden.
After Pamela heard Barbara's plan, she felt that it was very feasible.
The two ladies 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 move!"
Pamela stepped forward and stood in front of Barbara, pressed her palms together, and shouted loudly.
With that, the earth began to shake in Deathstroke's gloomy expression, and violent vibrations spread from the ground within the building, just like a real earthquake.
Judging from Poison Ivy's state, it takes a lot of physical energy to use this ability.
"That weird stance…"
Deathstroke instinctively sensed danger and quickly judged that the move Pamela was about to perform would require a certain span of preparation.
Only a fool would stand still and wait for the opponent to finish his ultimate move.
And Deathstroke was no fool. So he swooped out from behind the wall of fire at the first instance the shaking began.
"Shu!" "Shu!" "Shu!"
Three flying knives were thrown at Pamela. This time, the speed of the flying knives was even faster than the first ones he had thrown.
After that, Deathstroke pulled out the second katana behind his back.
With both swords in hand, he rushed straight towards Pamela.
"Ta-da-da-da-da-da ..."
Hearing only a burst of gunshots, the three flying knives were hit by the bullets to be knocked away.
The sound of gunfire did not stop for a moment, and the bullets swept toward Deathstroke's position.
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