Chapter 3569

Cat Getan Diamond Street. 8:30AM.

Accompanied by the slight vibration of the coffee machine, the rich aroma of fruit wood and hazelnuts drifted away. The sound of high heels approached, and fingers with red nail polish picked up the cup full of coffee.

"Good morning, Nelson."

"Good morning, ma'am. Looking at the market all night again?"

"Don't mention it," the blonde woman took a sip of coffee, shook her head and said, "Since that damn Bu... Bu what?"

"Brainiac."

"That's right, Brainiac. Since he restricted trading, short-term stocks are almost impossible to do. My two teams lost 30% in one day. If this continues, I really don't know how to explain it to the boss."

The man who came over to pick up coffee said: "These are just temporary. Don't forget, the president also has a share in the biggest stocks in the boss's hands. He won't sit idly by."

"Yes, the boss of course has a way. After all, last time we relied on manufacturing gas safety accidents to win back a game. It's just that this time I'm a bit worried, the boss's plan is difficult to hide from the cunning artificial intelligence."

"If we still use the original method, of course it won't work. That guy invaded all private mobile phones and computers, unless we don't use electronic equipment, otherwise we will definitely be known by him. But our boss found a helper this time."

"Helper? Could it be another artificial intelligence?"

"I don't know about this. But I heard it's quite certain, if it's fast, there will be results this week."

"Just hope not to make too much noise. You don't know, the last gas safety accident, and the kindergarten food poisoning case, tired Wells and Hankinson back to their hometowns. I can't afford to lose any more manpower."

The woman left with her high heels clicking. The man took out his mobile phone, answered a call, and walked towards the boss's office with coffee.

"Boss, I'm here," he knocked on the door and walked in. His boss was sitting in a chair reading handwritten documents.

"We have to find a way to short-sell Silison Materials before this week, otherwise it will be too late. Is there any result in what I asked you to do?"

"Don't worry, it's still the operator of the ground collapse case on Singer Street last time. The things have been mixed into the latest batch of keel materials and sent in, they should do it tonight."

The boss slapped the table hard: "That damn Brainiac monitors too closely, the president cannot take action. But if trading continues to be restricted, our funds will have problems at the end of this month."

"This time I want to kill two birds with one stone, first short-sell Silison, and then make Brainiac look good. I must let them know who is in charge of Diamond Street!"

Not long after, the man came out of the office, and just returned to his office, he found it was a mess.

"What's the matter? Go back to your workstations. Don't you work just because trading is restricted?"

"No, the security guard just called and said there were intruders," a person standing by the window said.

"It wouldn't be that group of children's parents again, would it?" the man narrowed his eyes and said, "The security guard is really something, he can't even stop a few ordinary people. You call Cage and let him drive that group of bastards out."

Suddenly, he saw the employee who had just spoken to him reveal a terrified expression. The man didn't understand, just wanted to say something, and felt a black shadow appear behind him.

He turned his head and saw a black and yellow figure appear in front of him.

"Bang!"

Cat Getan Diamond Street, 8:20AM.

The delivery boy who came out with packed coffee saw that what was sticking out of the passenger seat of the truck was actually a hand wearing a black glove, and his footsteps stopped.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and handed the coffee over. A roll of US dollars was thrown out of the car window.

Deathstroke withdrew his gaze from the back of the delivery boy who fled in panic, and took a deep breath of smoke. Pan Ni's voice with slight current noise came from the walkie-talkie: "Detected that the target's car has arrived at the underground parking lot, about 10 minutes to reach the target location. How are you prepared?"

"I still have 5 minutes to drink coffee," Deathstroke blew on the hot coffee and said.

The driver's side door was opened, Wei Lun carried breakfast that was still steaming, handed one to Deathstroke, and took the other in his hand, bit it after peeling off the wrapping paper, and said while chewing: "The pancake from this shop is quite good, you can try it."

Deathstroke also took a bite of the pancake, nodding while eating. After eating in three or two bites, he drank the coffee in one gulp and looked down at his watch: "It's 8:25 in the morning."

Two short swords were inserted into the scabbard behind his back, and the M1911 was put into the holster at his waist. "Click", the M4A1 carbine was loaded.

The car door opened, and looking through the pitch-black tactical boots, the metal word "Cat Getan Securities" flashed a golden light on the door.

The security guard sitting in the security booth turned his head and saw the coffee cup rolling past the ground at the door with the wind. He stood up and opened the door, and was pointed at his head by a dark muzzle in the next second.

The muzzle slid down his head to the back of his neck, and then to his back. The security guard raised his hands tremblingly and said: "Don't, don't kill me, I'm just a worker..."

"Elevator card," a low, hoarse voice processed by a voice changer sounded.

"I, I'll give it to you, don't kill me..." the security guard fumbled toward his pocket tremblingly.

"Bang!"

The muffled sound of the silencer firearm was very low, and the employees during the morning rush hour were completely unaware, walking toward the gate in twos and threes.

Fumbling the elevator card from the figure lying on the ground, the black shadow soon disappeared among the trees.

A few minutes later, the truck drove to the side door, and two figures walked down from it.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Wei En looked at the corpse lying on the ground and couldn't help but sigh, "It's really clean and neat."

Prince Yashan lacked experience in this regard, he said: "Deathstroke's marksmanship is so good, why not shoot directly at the head?"

"If I say that someone was hit in the head by a pistol bullet and survived, you might think it's absurd. But this is a fact. The lungs are different, especially when the bullet enters the lungs from behind, death comes fast and quietly."

"Well, you are all professionals."

Prince Yashan and Wei En moved the corpse to a handcart on the side, covered it with a cardboard box, and pushed it out.

"In the United States, as long as you carry a ladder or a handcart, you can enter and exit any public place. Everyone will treat you as air."

Wei En and Prince Yashan walked out directly from the side door, and during the period they also ran into employees entering the company from the side door, but no one looked at them more.

Even if Wei En and Prince Yashan are celebrities to some extent, and they are dressed in suits and leather shoes, they don't look like porters, but they still didn't attract any attention.

A corpse was moved back to the truck. Wei En stood in the shade of the truck's shadow and said: "Although there are only three targets, I think Deathstroke will kill a lot. It will be busy today."

"It's not bad to change your brain occasionally," Prince Yashan put the corpse into the body bag and said, "Call Jonathan and ask if it's done, we can transport one trip over first, to save the corpse from staying in the car for too long and making the car dirty."

"Hello, Jonathan?" Wei En said to the mobile phone, "Is it done on your side?"

Jonathan, holding the mobile phone, looked back, and Jack was still pouring large barrels of chemical reagents into the pool.

"It will be done soon. Are you done on your side? Is it a bit too fast?... Okay, I know. I guarantee you can handle it directly when you come over."

Hanging up the phone, Jonathan walked to the instrument, glanced at the reading on it, and then came to the huge chemical pool, took out the frozen pig's leg, and threw it into the pool.

With a "chi la" sound, white smoke rose, and the bones and flesh disappeared instantly.

"This is powerful enough," Jack rubbed his hands, grinned and said, "If Batman is here, I must jump in and try."

"Why are you jumping in, instead of throwing him in?"

"He would die if he fell in! You idiot!"

"You are the idiot, and you are a lunatic!"

"Hello? Hello!" Pan Ni's voice came from the communicator. Jonathan turned around, picked up the communicator and said: "I'm here, what's the matter?"

"Professor, they have already gone to your side, you prepare as soon as possible. Over."

Pan Ni turned off the communicator and walked back to the computer. Cobblepot stared at the display, shook his head and sighed: "This guy is too violent."

Pan Ni walked to the side and sat down, took a big sip of ice soda, looked at the red patches on the display, sniffed and said: "He has too many debts. He was originally the world's number one mercenary, and later became famous with one shot. This time he took action again, it's no surprise to make a big scene."

"I think you should restrain yourself a little," Brainiac said, "As the evil artificial intelligence that invaded Earth in your mouth, I haven't killed as many people as you killed today since I came to Earth."

"Isn't this very normal? Even if you rule Earth for ten thousand years, you can't have as many compatriots as we killed in the past ten thousand years. Humans are like this, you will get used to it."

"What makes me doubt is that you don't even care who the people I let you kill are. No one asked me for their background information. Aren't you afraid of killing good people by mistake?"

"Good people?!" Pan Ni seemed to have heard a huge joke, she sneered and said, "You mean, there are good people on Diamond Street?! God, this discovery of yours is simply like Einstein discovering relativity! Why don't they award you a Nobel Prize?"

"It seems you are not that intelligent either," Cobblepot also said, "Cat Getan people often say, if the Soviet Union used a nuclear bomb to blow up Diamond Street, the most innocent are the mice in the nearby sewers."

"So you know this point," Brainiac said, "Then why would you allow them to exist for so long?"

"Of course, Cat Getan in the past had things worse than them, but now..."

Finally, the gunshots on Diamond Street stopped.

The securities company was already a sea of blood, but strangely, the police cars that usually came and went like the wind in Cat Getan were late to arrive. Even the sound of police sirens was nowhere to be found. The adjacent companies could clearly hear the gunshots, but no one stood out. The entire Diamond Street was as silent as death.

Until 12:00 noon, the police cars arrived late. Gordon stood outside the cordon and cursed:

"Brainiac! Is this your fucking purpose for the city center blackout?!"

"Commissioner, please believe me, the blackout was just an accident..."

"To kill these few pieces of shit, you blacked out the entire Cat Getan city center for four hours?!" Gordon roared at the phone, "Do you know how much money this will lose?! And you call this artificial intelligence, you should change your name to artificial idiot!!!"

(End of chapter)