Chapter 214: The Ever-Changing Mud Face

Obviously, Ma Ma Zhaodi buying that beret was not for warmth either.

Although it did have some warming effect, its most important attribute was its sanity (sanity, abbreviated as san value) restoration effect. According to the system's evaluation, the Mad Hatter's mind control ability at this time had not reached the advanced level, and this hat, combined with Ma Ma Zhaodi's basic mental resistance, was already enough to resist it.

"There are still 180,000 asset points left. Let's save them for now; if we encounter any emergencies, we can use them."

Ma Ma Zhaodi pulled off the black hood of his cloak, transformed that quite warm beret, and then replaced it—this transformation service cost him one thousand dollar asset points, a bit expensive, but practical.

And just as he had ridden his bicycle out of the East District, the soldiers at the gate immediately reported to the Riddler.

"Boss, Thor has already set off."

"Has the secret notice been passed down?"

"It has been passed down. Tonight, none of our people will help the Perverted Bicycle Hero against the Mad Hatter. The personnel in the West District will all go to help Clayface against Batman."

"Very good—and from now on, call me the Riddler uniformly; do not call me Boss anymore."

After hanging up the communication at the gate, the Riddler immediately contacted Clayface via communicator.

"Clayface, go start a war with Solomon right now."

"Received, Boss."

The hand of Nygma holding the communicator burst with blue veins; he directly hung up the communication, then made another call.

"That fool Thor has already set off; you all spread the wind now."

"Boss, are we really going to do this? This will let the Joker know our plan for tonight, right?"

"It is not to let the Joker know, but to let the Mad Hatter know; there is an essential difference between the two. And now, I order, you just do as told."

"Understood, Boss."

"From now on, none of you call me Boss again, damn it!"

In the Upper West District, the young man in a hoodie put away his phone and looked at a factory three blocks away; that was the most heavily guarded place in this area, with countless gang members and ordinary people patrolling back and forth together, and above their heads, without exception, everyone wore a hat.

Black, white, red, cloth, velvet, woolen.

Besides the gangs all wearing felt hats, there were women wearing headscarves, cowboys wearing cowboy hats, children wearing caps, and youths wearing hoods. These ordinary Gotham residents, just like the patrolling gangs at this moment, all held guns in their hands; no matter how harmless they looked, as long as the Mad Hatter gave the order, they would pull the trigger on anyone without hesitation.

This is the Mad Hatter's mind control ability; he hides control chips in the hats. As long as one wears the hat, one will be controlled by him without exception. Actually, the number of people currently controlled is not his limit; it is just that the Joker does not allow him to control too many people—otherwise, this war might turn into a war between the Mad Hatter and the Riddler.

After all, the super criminals have no moral concepts or loyalty; the alliance they form is itself very loose. Whoever has the bigger fist is naturally the boss.

"So the Mad Hatter also manages Solomon's area on the side... but that is normal; that zombie is really too stupid, completely unable to manage an area."

At this moment, a squad of Falcone family members patrolling the surroundings happened to walk towards the street where the man was. The young man murmured softly, and his entire body, together with his clothes, quickly faded and softened, turning into a pile of yellow mud, then squirmed and drilled into a dark alley.

At this moment, the patrol squad happened to walk into the street. After patrolling back and forth once, the gunmen found nothing unusual and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a blurry shadow in the dark alley moved.

"Hmm? What is that thing?"

The gunman at the tail of the squad happened to see this shadow; he immediately raised his gun and aimed it at the alley, and alertly called out to warn the gunmen ahead.

"Hey, stop! I think I saw something in the alley."

The alertness of the other gunmen was equally extremely high. With his reminder, the people ahead immediately stopped their steps and raised the guns in their hands, ready to shoot into the alley at any time.

"Should we go see what the situation is?"

"Uh, I'm a bit scared; can we not go in?"

"Scared of what? We are so many people; even if Batman comes, he cannot stop so many rifles shooting together."

"What if it's not Batman who comes?"

"You are really cowardly, damn it... never mind, bring the flashlight."

The lead gunman directly turned on the flashlight and shone it directly into the alley; the bright white beam swept over the sewage in the alleyway, then the trash can, then the

"What thing!"

Everyone saw a yellow shadow flash by suddenly; all members immediately prepared to pull the trigger, and then, that yellow shadow directly darted out from the alley.

"Don't fire! Don't fire!"

The voice of the lead gunman suddenly rang out; the other gunmen's instinctive action of firing was stopped, and then, everyone clearly saw the true form of that yellow shadow.

It was a large Golden Retriever; it tilted its head to look at the gunman squad, looking harmless, and not afraid of people at all.

"Damn... almost got scared to death; it's just a Golden Retriever. Regine, what are you doing? A dog can scare you too?"

"Weren't you guys just scared too, damn it?"

"Alright, alright, as long as there is no problem, we should go back."

"What about this dog?"

"What? Are you afraid it was sent by the Riddler?"

"Not really..."

"Leave it there; no need to worry about it."

So the gunmen turned around and walked towards the theater.

A few gunmen couldn't help but look back again; they found that the Golden Retriever followed silently behind the squad, neither making noise nor barking.

"Scary, this guy walks without making a sound..."

The lead gunman frowned and urged: "Stop looking, hurry up and go."

So a few people turned their heads forward and asked: "What if this dog follows us into the factory?"

"I don't know; maybe Solomon will smash it directly into a meat patty, maybe he will keep it."

While talking, that Golden Retriever quickly leaped into the air and directly pounced onto Regine's back; its entire body melted into a sticky mud puddle in mid-air, instantly wrapping around the whole body of that gunman.

He struggled desperately in the mud pile, but his mouth was tightly blocked, and his limbs were instantly bound; he could make no sound at all. The mud pile silently carried him and drilled rapidly into the alleyway; the whole process even took only two or three seconds, and no one in the patrol squad noticed.

At this moment, a few gunmen couldn't help but turn their heads to look again, but this time, that Golden Retriever was already gone.

"Hmm? Where did that dog run to? Why is Regine gone too?"

(End of this chapter)