Chapter 1687

The first-person perspective holding a knife on the screen walked down the dark corridor for a long time. When he went up a floor and pushed open a door at the end of the corridor, the scene suddenly opened up, and the entire picture became bright.

But when the initial dazzling light disappeared, what appeared before everyone's eyes was simply a bizarre gallery of monsters.

The room was divided into two sides by a huge poker table. Standing against the wall on the left was an extremely strong giant flowing with mud.

To his right was another burly green monster with green skin, spikes of cold-blooded animals covering its upper body, and a bloody mouth like a crocodile.

In front of this terrifying crocodile man to the right, a fat man wearing a purple-red pig mask was casually stroking the poker cards around him. His white apron was stained with black blood that wouldn't wash off, and a shiny kitchen knife was tucked behind his waist.

Behind him, with half of his body blocked, was a black-haired woman with a decadent expression, her body covered in fine threads. A terrifying doll stood behind her, being manipulated by her to make strange expressions.

The first one at the head of the right side of the table was a half-man, half-bat monster with dark brown wrinkled skin and two large wings, as well as extremely sharp canines that ordinary bats didn't have. At this moment, it was twitching its bat-like pig nose, looking for something under the table.

On the left side of the sofa behind him sat a man in a green suit. He was trembling slightly all over, muttering something in his mouth, seemingly some mathematical formulas and theorems.

On the right side of the sofa was a bald man in a white lab coat, wearing a pair of round lenses reflecting cold light. Beside him, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, was a stiff man with a tattered sack over his head, looking as if he had just walked out of the fields.

At the end of the room stood a short figure wearing an exaggerated bright green suit, with a huge top hat on his head, holding a teacup with complex patterns carved on it, as if he were leisurely drinking afternoon tea.

And near the back door, a woman with hair dyed red and blue and exaggerated makeup on her face, and a man covered in ammunition clips were playing Spider Solitaire on the table. A man with a shark head was hiding behind him.

"Shit!"

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but curse the dirtiest swear words they could. Jarvis gently patted Wanda's shoulder and said, "I think I know what you meant by weird."

Wanda shook her head slightly and said, "It's not just weird. This little girl who made contact with me told me that this group of terrifying monsters is simultaneously a fanatical fan of a superhero."

"Huh???"

"We didn't come here to play cards to kill time, everyone. We have to come up with a good idea to take back our city. More importantly, to take back Batman. Do you really want to watch him just throw in the towel like this?"

"Hugo, you say it easily." The short man drinking tea took off the huge hat on his head, spun it twice in his hand, snorted coldly, and said, "Batman ran away like a coward, leaving us here. Naturally, uh, we should naturally destroy his city to take revenge for what he did to us!"

"Hugo, are you really planning to cooperate with that stupid woman Amanda?" The man dressed like a scarecrow beside him turned to look at the doctor called Hugo and said, "You know she's stupid as hell. She actually wants us to work for her?! I really don't know how she survived until today!"

"We have no other choice." A low voice, as if coming from mud, sounded from the other end of the room. The massive monster made of mud opened its mouth and said, "It's chaotic outside now, as if a world war has broken out, and Batman actually abandoned his city at such a critical juncture. Even the Joker doesn't know where he went."

"Correction, it's that I don't know where Batman went." Harley Quinn glanced at the situation in the room and said with little interest, "I can't even find the Joker, and I don't know where my dear Puddin' is hiding to have fun by himself. It's really damn annoying."

"We can't break out empty-handed on our own." The man covered in ammunition clips beside Harley Quinn said, "I know very well how intense the firepower density is outside. The whole city is almost beaten into ruins."

"If you ask me, this is also fine." Harley Quinn's eyes rolled and she said, "That FBI agent boss may have bad intentions, but no one here is a pushover. If she wants us to work for her, she should naturally show some sincerity."

"Hugo, you haven't said what Amanda wants us to do yet?"

"Hmph, nothing to say, just the same old thing." Hugo pushed his glasses and said, "She probably thinks the chaos in Gotham is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity for her to intervene in this city. She thinks her biggest obstacle is Wei En Enterprises, and perhaps in fact it is. She has never won against Bruce Wei En."

The monsters let out a series of shrill laughs tacitly, as if it were a huge joke that these two people would be mentioned in the same breath, but they all fell silent, and no one went to explain the joke.

"So? She doesn't want us to kill Wei En, does she?"

"She wants decisive criminal evidence." Hugo stood up from the sofa, walked to the poker table, tapped the table gently with his hand, and said, "The kind of evidence that can be used to threaten Bruce Wei En into cooperating with her. She hinted that we can fabricate it. As long as it is published, it will cause a major blow to Wei En Enterprises in public opinion, making Bruce Wei En have to make concessions for it."

Another series of snickers followed, which then turned into crazy, unbridled laughter. Everyone in the room knew it tacitly, but the people watching this scene on the screen were all blank.

"What are they laughing at?" Coulson pointed at the screen and asked, quite puzzled.

It was Seeing Natasha who dutifully analyzed the matter from the perspective of an agent: "If I heard correctly, this city should be very special. Before this, the FBI could not intervene in the intelligence work here. You know, that group of control freaks, regardless of whether the intelligence is useful or not, must have it under their control."

"Now some chaos has occurred in this city, and the FBI feels that they can take advantage of the situation. That Amanda is either the director of the special operations department or at least in charge of a part of the field work. She decided to buy off this group, uh, this group..."

The female agent searched her brains for a long time, not knowing how to describe this group of strange-looking creatures she saw in this room.

If you say they are like those supervillains in New York, which supervillain would be hospitalized in an asylum? And the city is so chaotic, yet they don't break out of prison and are still gathered here for a meeting. If those lunatics in New York could be like this, Seeing Natasha could laugh herself awake in her dreams.

"... this group of special talents." Nick opened his mouth and made the final decision.

From his work at S. H. I. E. L. D. over the past few years, the S. H. I. E. L. D. director had learned a truth—the weirder they look, the faster they work.

"Okay, she wants to recruit this group of special talents to threaten an important person with money and power in this city by collecting criminal evidence, and then this group of strange guys is discussing whether to cooperate."

"The FBI's work style is really stable for decades." Charles said very tactfully, "Even the ideas of different field managers in two universes can be so surprisingly similar, which is really impressive."

"Agents are all the same." Nick shook his head, dragged a case of beer from under the sofa, and started distributing it. He opened a can himself and said, "You can't say her idea is wrong. After all, those strange special geniuses in our universe have contributed a lot to the solar system development plan."

"I mean the FBI also once wanted to hire mutants like this." Charles shrugged slightly and said, "They once wanted to reach an agreement with the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. We would send them special agents, even without a formal identity, mainly to do dirty work. Of course, I didn't agree to them."

"Because I know they would turn around and use this dirty resume to threaten me, or simply publish my choice, making all young mutants feel that I am a human trafficker."

Charles's tone was as indifferent as if this kind of thing couldn't even be called the overt and covert arrows he encountered, just an insignificant wind of conspiracy.

"If I have learned anything in these years, it is that if you want people to work for you sincerely, you must learn to accept and respect their shortcomings, and then admit that this is the best candidate within your ability."

Nick emphasized, "The most important thing is the last point. If you hire them with the mentality of 'if I didn't really have no other choice, I wouldn't hire this group of monsters,' what awaits you will definitely be a disaster."

"Just like marriage." Charles lowered his eyes slightly and said, "If one party always feels that they deserve better, breaking up is only a matter of time."

"We can only admit that Amanda is the best candidate within the range we can choose. Who told us to ignore the changes in the external situation, miss the best time to leave here, and lose Batman's whereabouts?" The woman manipulating the doll said, "The result of our stupid behavior is that we can only cooperate with idiots. I think you all have to recognize this point."

Coulson gasped when he heard this. He clicked his tongue and said, "This is finished. Although what she said is a fact, facts are often the hardest to accept. And she said it so bluntly. These monsters will go crazy, right?"

Seeing Natasha nodded slightly. As agents, they were most sensitive to the way people deal with each other. Sometimes blunt words don't make people look more attractive. A single sentence in a tense atmosphere can be the fuse that ignites a dispute.

Most of the people present agreed with this view. After all, none of the monsters in this room looked like good people. This was almost equivalent to directly calling them stupid. Ordinary people might not be able to tolerate it, let alone this group of fierce-looking monsters.

"Freaks whose appearance is meaningful to ordinary people and who are not accepted by normal society will be more fragile and sensitive inside." Nick analyzed based on his own experience, "Usually, the liaison agents who deal with them need to be carefully selected, be gentle and tactful enough, and be able to deeply understand their situation and appease them."

"This is not an easy job." Charles's tone was somewhat admiring. He looked at Nick and said, "And you, Director, you have almost perfectly completed this impossible job. I met Mr. Electro in the corridor that day, and his mental state looked much better."

"Heh, of course he's better. He fell in love with his operator. That damn bastard took away the most excellent little sparrow of this session!" Nick said through gritted teeth.

And at this time, the sound coming from the screen attracted their attention again. Surprisingly, there was no fierce quarrel, only silence that seemed eternal.

"I agree. Although this incident came too suddenly, we originally had at least ten opportunities to intervene before the situation developed like this. At the very least, we could have kept an eye on Batman. But now we have nothing. It will be very difficult to start from scratch, so it is not unacceptable to cooperate with Amanda."

The Scarecrow's tone carried some indifference, but the content was quite logical. He said, "But even if we have to pay for our own mistakes, it is not Amanda's capital to open her mouth like a lion and point fingers at us. We know who we are, but she and the FBI may not."

"This is indeed worth noting." The short man wearing a top hat said, "We need to evaluate carefully. Once we accept her employment, it means that to some extent we are working against Wei En Enterprises. Whether this is acting or we are simply ill-intentioned, the consequences are not something everyone can accept."

"We have to evaluate carefully." Even Harley Quinn lost that crazy tone. She seemed to have returned to the state of psychiatrist Harleen Quinzel overnight. She reached out and pushed her non-existent glasses and said, "In this plan, everyone should be in their place, but not all under Amanda's hands. We have to leave enough room. After all, the bat is still watching in the attic."

"Execution or performance?"

"Or both."

"Then come on, let's perfect this plan. Batman has left us such a vast stage, how can we let him down?"

The people in front of the screen fell silent. At this moment, they realized that these monsters were different from the lunatics here.

They were not a mountain of corpses made of boiling chaotic blood, limbs that were particularly powerful and uncontrollable due to changeability, and brains that had been stirred into uselessness by madness. Nor were they social outcasts who were socially maladjusted and timidly avoided others' eyes.

Because they were calm, cautious, evaluated others and themselves extremely objectively and rationally, and even communicated friendly and collaborated well with a personality that was more complete and stable than ordinary people, making everyone watching them see shining souls from their fierce appearance.

This made people abruptly recall the precious seedlings carefully cultivated in a ruined garden that had long since died, and what remained were the strange flowers growing wantonly from extreme barrenness with a fearless madness.

Bizarre, absurd, like a relaxed scene in a tragedy that makes people chuckle, similar to... art.