Chapter 1699: S: The Apocalypse Event (Part 2)

Cat Getan, 10:20 AM.

Several small black shadows on the skyline were flying steadily toward the city. When the armed helicopter in the lead arrived over Cat Getan, the pilot couldn't help but curse.

"This is fucking worse than Iraq!" A black agent turned to look out the window, gasped, and asked with some disbelief: "Who the hell attacked this place?"

"It was the madness of that group of lunatics that attacked their brains," an older female agent said. She squeezed the soda can in her hand, waved at the others, and said: "Get ready, we're going down!"

Of course, Amanda couldn't be stupid enough to send these agents to parachute; that could be called ten deaths and no life. These elite agents sitting in the first plane were mainly to ensure that the people in the planes behind could arrive safely. That was a group of criminals that Amanda controlled with bomb collars and micro-bombs implanted in their brains.

They also belonged to the category of super-criminals, but most were serial killers and terrorists who had unfortunately exposed themselves.

This was the brilliant idea Amanda came up with: throw some cannon fodder in first to test the wind. Since the lunatics in Cat Getan asked her to send people, there was nothing better than killing two birds with one stone. It could eliminate these thorns who would definitely cause trouble if thrown into a maximum-security prison, and also cleverly complete the agreement with that group of lunatics.

Amanda looked at the screen of the monitoring equipment showing the cannon fodder parachuting one after another, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Sometimes, winning a negotiation wasn't just about a tough attitude, but also about clever tricks. That group of lunatics with chaotic brains wouldn't understand these things.

But soon, her smile stiffened on her face.

No lunatics, no negotiation targets, no movement made by any super-criminals, only endless stray bullets and explosive fragments.

The group of lunatics who rushed out of Arkham Asylum had disappeared. It was truly, completely quiet.

"They gathered together to do something... find them quickly!" Amanda roared into the walkie-talkie: "Or find their corpses!!!"

Threatened by the bombs in their bodies, the cannon fodder had no other choice. They began to search for the figures of the lunatics in the dangerous city.

Amanda was not stingy about giving them weapons and bullets, and also let them wear bulletproof vests. This was to extend their survival time as much as possible so that they could use their limited lives to do more things. But the problem was that Cat Getan's explosives were not ordinary explosives. You couldn't ask ordinary bulletproof vests to defend against shrapnel from a super-large bomb with a +16 fire enchantment. No protective measures of the FBI had such strength.

The cannon fodder teams of five soon began to suffer tragic attrition. The two hundred or so people Amanda had carefully searched for and dropped in were reduced by a quarter in an instant.

Gathering in piles on the battlefield was never a good choice, especially since these criminals had no awareness of blocking bullets for teammates, nor did they understand the necessary sacrifices during strategic retreats. Faced with the fear of death, they could only scatter like birds and beasts.

Amanda and the elite agents kept roaring, hoping they would come back and obey orders, but the problem was that sticking your head out was a knife, and shrinking your head was also a knife. Being blown up by the bomb in your body was death, and being blown up by the bomb outside was also death. Driven by fear, the criminals began to run away according to instinct, and since everyone was running, Amanda couldn't kill them all.

Still, Amanda was not a very talented person. This was reflected in every aspect of her personality. She was very arrogant and extreme in many ways, but too hesitant in many others.

She couldn't accept that she had just moved a beautifully packaged gift under the Christmas tree, and they were all destroyed together, along with the face of the planner. This operation wasn't just being watched by her alone.

Especially if she had given the order to detonate all the bombs herself, she would become the laughingstock of the FBI for a long time to come. Although Amanda already had a pivotal position in the FBI during this period, she clearly couldn't call the wind and rain completely. She had concerns, so she didn't dare to take action.

She hoped that those criminals could bring her back a word or two about the situation in Cat Getan, even if it was just what one person saw.

But in the end, there was nothing. What was even more terrifying was that the carefully dressed gifts had all disappeared. It wasn't death, nor was it tragically blown into fragments; they just suddenly lost their traces and became completely quiet. Even if Amanda instructed her subordinates to detonate a few bombs, there was no movement at all.

This terrifying dark city seemed to have turned into a whirlpool under the abyss. Anyone who dared to cast a gaze at it would be sucked in, and wouldn't even be able to let out a scream.

Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy returned to Cat Getan City after parting ways with the Robins. Harley Quinn didn't know where she pulled out a huge hammer, smashed open the wall of an abandoned building, and it looked like a cafe. There was a clock hanging on the wall, still operating normally.

She took a look, it was probably 9:30 AM, and there was still an hour before the arrival time Amanda mentioned, so the two of them were not in a hurry and strolled out.

Harley Quinn looked up and looked around, then pointed to the only remaining tallest building on the skyline and said: "Let's go that way. If that stupid woman sent a helicopter, they would definitely stop there... some ghost talk about high-altitude perspectives."

Poison Ivy turned her head. She actually heard Harley Quinn's implication, which was that the parachutists wouldn't be agents. Agents must be monitors standing on high ground. Amanda was trying to establish a stronghold on high ground to occupy an advantageous position.

Poison Ivy sighed in her heart. That group of lunatics was really right; Amanda was stupid enough to give people a headache.

It wasn't that actively striving for every advantage like a madman would necessarily lead to progress. Many times, that extreme psychology would construct an illusion of advantage for people, but an illusion was an illusion after all, and the bubble would always burst.

Poison Ivy didn't care what would happen to Amanda. She stretched out her hand and pulled Harley Quinn's arm, and said: "Don't you think it's a bit too quiet here? If that group of lunatics has already escaped, their goal is to lure Batman out, so they wouldn't not make some big movements."

Harley Quinn also frowned. She put the hammer on the ground, with the wooden handle facing up, and supported her hands on the top of the wooden handle, looking left and right with some confusion. But just at this moment, a fat black shadow rushed out from the back of the building ruins.

Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn were both stunned. It wasn't because there would be people here—after all, there were so many people in Cat Getan, even if it had become a pot of porridge, there were still some big-hearted people who hadn't moved. What they found strange was that this black shadow that rushed out was staggering and stumbling, but wearing an extremely neat suit.

"Miss! Two beautiful ladies! Please stay! Anderson Hardlow, at your service!"

Poison Ivy pursed her lips slightly, then turned her eyeballs downward with an imperceptible movement, and took a look at her own attire. Simply put, the difference from broccoli wasn't very big, and it could be called strange clothing even in Cat Getan.

"I almost thought I was wearing a gown," Harley Quinn said, hugging her arms and looking at the fat man with black curly hair: "Who are you?"

"Oh, my God, the weather is really nice today. It's my honor to meet two beautiful ladies here," the fat man took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped his sweat, saying: "I wonder if I could have the honor of taking up a little of your time to ask you about something?"

Harley Quinn was made to giggle by him. She had always appreciated this kind of slightly vulgar joke, so she said: "You ask, there are very few things in this city that I don't know."

"Nothing, it's definitely not a difficult question, but it might be slightly offensive. What I want to ask is—are you two just coming out of Arkham Asylum?"

"Well, in a sense, yes."

Poison Ivy answered quite cautiously. She thought the other party was referring to whether they had been imprisoned in Arkham Asylum over a long period of time. The answer was of course yes, although if it weren't for Batman, that hospital wouldn't be anything special, and it might as well be renamed the Batman Fan Club.

But suddenly the man let out a scream like an epileptic seizure.

I saw that in an instant, more than a dozen men in black rushed out from nowhere, pushed the fat man away, and cleaned up the chaotic cafe that was originally filled with building fragments at an astonishing speed.

With a "swish", a huge red carpet was laid from the door to the feet of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, and another team of strong gangster thugs in black suits filed in, standing in two rows neatly around the red carpet.

A Presidential No. 1 car, polished brighter than a mirror, slowly drove to the front of the red carpet. The fat man named Anderson finally squeezed in again, using the fat on his face to squeeze out every fold he could, until his smile was as full as it could be. He bowed slightly to Harley Quinn and Harley, reached out to the end of the red carpet, and said.

"Two ladies, this way please!"

Now even Harley Quinn was stunned.

She blinked gently and said: "Did I return to the dream where Bruce Wei En was pursuing me? If you dare to say your boss's surname is Wei En, I'll give you a hammer now... I'm not Joker!"

"Oh my god, lady, you must have misunderstood. It's like this, the head of the Lawrence family invites you with the utmost sincerity to..."

Just at this moment, a sudden change occurred. I only heard a burst of noisy calls coming from the street outside, followed by "bang bang bang", "whoosh whoosh whoosh" and a series of screams.

A group of stronger men in black pushed and shoved their way in. The big guy in the lead was at least two meters tall, and the muscles all over his body seemed to be about to burst his suit.

"Anderson, you fat pig! Can't your Lawrence family find someone more decent? Get out of the way, don't delay the good deeds of our Spencer family!!"

After speaking, he took off his sunglasses. Harley Quinn couldn't help but shout "Wow", because this strong man in a suit had a face that looked like Brad Pitt, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a handsome face.

Poison Ivy showed a smile, whistled at him, tapped her lips with her fingertips, and her eyes fell on his waist and said: "Looks not bad."

"Thank you for your compliment, lady. I must apologize for the unreasonable behavior of Anderson, this fat pig, toward you, but not all families are as at their wits' end as the Lawrence family."

"What kind of tricks are you playing?" Harley Quinn interrupted the man impatiently.

The strong man immediately took a business card case from his subordinates, took out a business card, handed it to Poison Ivy who was closer to him, and said.

"The Spencer family sincerely invites the two special talents to join, with high salary and high position, excellent treatment, working together for mutual benefit, and achieving a great cause!" ===== CHAPTER 1700 =====