Chapter 2838: Lego Minifigure Battle! (Part 4)

"Are we really not going out to help them?" Tim held his gun with both hands, crouching behind the overturned police car, watching Schiller and Deadpool dismantle potato chips.

"I've really been curious for a long time," Schiller said to himself. "What does a Lego potato chip taste like?"

Deadpool had already opened a bag, threw a piece into his mouth, chewed it, and said, "I'm more curious about where the things we eat go when we don't have a digestive tract?"

"You're too disgusting," Tim put down the gun, opened a bag of cookies, took a bite, exclaimed, and said, "Look, I perfectly bit off a quarter. Or is it that Legos can only bite off a quarter?"

Deadpool found that the potato chips in his hand could only be bitten in half. He curiously opened a bag of Pocky and found that he could only bite off a quarter at a time.

He held the remaining half in his mouth like a cigarette and said, "Really boring."

"Are you sure? This is the family-friendly rating universe you've dreamed of! Forever PG-rated!"

Deadpool widened his eyes in disbelief. Tim threw the last piece of cookie into his mouth, chewed it, and said, "This is also very normal. Lego minifigures fighting can't be considered violence, right? After all, no one will die, and the arms and legs that fall off can be put back together. There's no better family-friendly movie than this."

"But my arms and legs can also be put back together," Deadpool shouted somewhat unconvinced. "Even if I turn into meat paste, I can recover. Can't this be considered family-friendly?"

"If you were a mute, there would still be some hope," Schiller evaluated very authentically.

"I don't think we can keep messing around with them," Tim poked his head out to look outside, then said, "I will never understand Batman and Joker's business. Why don't we just go solo?"

"Do you have any ideas?" Schiller started studying bottled drinks, turning the bottle to look at the ingredient list.

"My computer technology is not bad. Give me a computer, and I should be able to find the location of the Lego factory. Perhaps I can also hack into the production line and let them help us produce some."

"Then where do the raw materials come from?"

"Uh, they should have raw materials, right?" Tim scratched his head and said.

"But what we need is not just a little bit of Legos. Just like you said, if these Legos are transported to the real world and are the size of normal Legos, then I'm afraid the number of Lego blocks needed is massive."

"I remember the raw material formula for plastic, but I don't think the Lego blocks in this world are synthesized from plastic. Otherwise, how could these things move by themselves?" Tim thought and said, "I suspect there may be magic interference in this."

Schiller nodded approvingly. Actually, he wanted to give a thumbs up, but his hand really couldn't do it now. He said, "To get so many Lego blocks, ordinary means certainly won't work. We have to figure out what's going on in this world."

"You mean how this Lego universe was created?"

"Something like that," Schiller said. "Perhaps from the perspective of an observer, it's not strange at all to use Legos to make movies, but there must be a truth in the movie, a truth about the essence of this world, rather than saying you are just Legos being manipulated."

"I understand. This universe has its own origin story, and we have to seek this origin, and it's best to get a method for mass-producing Legos." Tim nodded.

Deadpool had already finished a bag of potato chips. His cheeks were bulging, and he said vaguely while chewing, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's set off."

"Not yet," Schiller said. "The equipment we brought from outside is not very easy to use. After all, we didn't expect to be turned into Lego minifigures. It's best to get a batch of local equipment."

"You mean..."

When Barbara's police car arrived, she saw a man standing in the middle of the road with his hands raised high. She said to the driver, "Stop."

She raised her gun and got out of the car. The police car lights turned off, and Barbara saw that it was a man in a white coat, who didn't look like a dangerous person.

"Sorry, Miss, I want to surrender."

"What crime did you commit?"

"Are you sure you want to talk about this here?"

In the background behind Schiller, Joker was chasing a Batman "biubiubiu," and was being chased back by another Batman.

Barbara covered her forehead, sighed, and said, "Take them into the car, we're going back to the police station."

With a "click," the cell door was closed. Schiller found that the hand made of the curved small plastic piece was very suitable for grabbing the cell bars, so he did so and said to Barbara, who was gradually moving away, "Miss, I think you should listen to my explanation..."

Barbara ignored him and walked further and further away. Schiller checked the door lock and said, "If you don't listen to my explanation, then don't blame me if something happens."

He looked at the lock carefully. This lock was not an ordinary Lego, but a mechanical structure spliced very delicately. It had to have a suitable key to open it. If he wasn't mistaken, the key had an oval ring on it, a straight stick below, and a square protrusion at the very end of the stick.

This cartoon key couldn't stop anyone. Schiller picked the broken lock in a few strokes.

He snuck out of the cell and found that Tim had already come out, and had knocked out a guard, made a gesture to Schiller—actually couldn't make any gesture—and then dragged the guard into the utility room.

"Deadpool was taken up for interrogation. Now there are only two people in the cell downstairs," Tim said in a low voice after walking out of the utility room. He said, "The police station's super equipment warehouse is underground, but there are three security doors, one of which was set up by Batman, requiring a password and code."

"Not a problem," Schiller said. "Do you know where the door is?"

"This way, follow me."

Tim led Schiller to the end of the corridor. After opening a door, inside was the corridor of the safety passage. At the very end of the corridor was a small freight elevator. After Tim walked in, he pressed the ground key twice, and the underground sign lit up at the bottom.

"You asked this very clearly," Schiller couldn't help but sigh.

"I said if he didn't cooperate, I would pour lemon juice into his brain."

"Too cruel."

"Who says it isn't?"

After the elevator door opened, a corridor full of technology appeared in front of them. Schiller said, "I still want to ask, why is it called a super equipment warehouse?"

"This is an emergency weapon warehouse prepared by Batman for the Gotham Police Department. It contains lethal force technology across eras."

"The kind that can scatter a person's parts in one hit?"

"More than that, it can even scatter the parts of a whole building."

"Extremely lethal."

"Who says it isn't?"

The two walked along the passage to the first security door. This security door only needed to enter a password, and Tim went up and pressed a few times, and the door opened.

The second security door asked about Barbara's favorite type of coffee. This was asking the right person. Tim was a fanatical coffee lover and knew the taste preferences of everyone in the Bat-family.

Standing in front of the third door with the bat symbol, Tim shrugged and said, "It's up to you."

"Password."

"Iron Man is weak."

"Password incorrect."

"Alfred is a bad butler."

"Password incorrect."

"Uh, Superman is an annoying ghost?"

"So this is what you said you could handle?" Tim said somewhat helplessly, "How long will it take to guess? That guy who looks like a stay-up-late Jason can't hold on for too long."

Schiller cleared his throat and said, "Gordon is an annoying ghost?"

"Password correct."

The door opened.

In a spacious hall, many pieces of equipment were displayed on the walls, which indeed looked much more delicate and complex than the equipment they had suddenly turned into Lego minifigures.

Tim took a fancy to a big gun and wanted to open the glass cabinet to take it out, but was stopped by Schiller.

The big screen in front of them suddenly lit up. Batman's big head appeared on the screen. He laughed twice, turned the chair around, leaned closer to the screen, and said, "Didn't expect it, right? As long as someone steps in here, it will immediately connect to my communication. You can't run, you damn thieves!"

The wall bricks were removed, and countless gun barrels appeared. Schiller stretched out a hand unhurriedly and said, "Stop! I have a question to ask you."

The Batman on the screen had one big eye and one small eye, revealing full confusion and distrust.

"What color pajamas do you like to wear best?"

Batman looked left and right, eyes looking east and west. Tim had never thought in his life that he could use the word "shifty-eyed" to describe Batman.

"Alright, you asked the right question," Batman put his mouth close to the camera and lowered his voice, "The pajamas I like to wear best are red velvet stripes..."

"Barbara! Barbara!! You caught the wrong person!!" Schiller shouted, "The Batman currently in Wei En Manor is the fake one!! Go catch him now!!!!"

"No... wait! I... I..."

Red police lights flashed outside Wei En Manor.

"My god, do all Batmen like to dress like medieval aristocrats?" Looking at the Batman who was being taken away from the manor while shouting, Tim started to doubt life.

"Trust me, go rummage through your dad's wardrobe, you can definitely find a pair of velvet striped pajamas, even if they are blue."

After Batman left, no one operated the guns. Tim smashed the glass cover of the weapons and armed himself to the teeth.

"Aren't you going to take something? Doctor?"

Schiller only took the small pistol that Tim didn't want in his hand, and then said, "My marksmanship is bad. If you don't want me to hit friendly forces, it's better to let me shoot sugar beans."

Tim adjusted the equipment on his body and found that the big gun he liked was actually a laser weapon. This thing was powerful. It was estimated to be the nemesis of Lego minifigures. After all, plastic is also afraid of lasers.

And there were many nano smoke bombs, which were also useful. After all, Lego minifigures also have to rely on vision to find their way. Then there was the multi-functional grappling hook, which could swing around in the city.

Schiller chose some weapons for Deadpool. First was a laser sword. This thing should be one of the Easter eggs. He didn't expect it to be collected here. Although it had no practical value, Deadpool should like this kind of big IP collaboration very much.

Then there was a pair of twin guns, firing spider bullets, which had a special effect on people who were afraid of spiders, and no lethality to those who were not. In general, it was also a toy, mainly because Deadpool just liked spiders.

Schiller also chose weapons for Batman. First was a gun that would quack as soon as you pressed it. It had no use, but it could expose his position and look more ridiculous.

Then there was a recording grenade, which could record swearing and throw it to the other party's ear. The biggest advantage of this thing was that it couldn't be turned off and could keep making noise until the other party was deaf.

Tim didn't know why there were these things in Batman's weapon warehouse. He felt he should really learn from Jason to rummage through his dad's collection.

After taking the equipment, Schiller and Tim went up. As soon as they went up, they saw the cell door closed with a "bang." Batman grabbed the cell bars with both hands and shouted loudly.

"Barbara, let me explain..." ===== CHAPTER 2839 =====