Chapter 3576: Edge of Tomorrow (33)

Shiler sat in front of the mansion's card table, playing Solitaire off and on. Victor was debugging equipment on the side, busy while saying, "You really chose the right position for logistics. Everyone else went out to work, and only the two of us are idling here."

"If you don't want to be idle, you can also go and probe for some information."

"Forget it, Diamond Street isn't a good place." Victor glanced at his watch and then said, "Besides, they should be back soon."

"I'm back!" Harley pushed open the mansion's front door and said, "Good news, they really took the bait!"

"Did the action team go smoothly?" Shiler turned his head to look at her and asked.

"Of course! Diamond Street is in an uproar, which shows that the operation to attack the chemical plant went very smoothly. The images Brainiac forged were also good; it must have successfully deceived them."

Shiler nodded; this didn't exceed his expectations.

An hour ago, several people began to assign tasks.

"Penguin and I will go to Diamond Street to wait for news," Harley said, "Both of us are famous rich people; entering and leaving Diamond Street won't arouse anyone's suspicion; just say we're going to talk business."

"The action team is also ready to set off," Pamela waved her hand and said, "Deathstroke, Killer Croc, and I are each responsible for one factory. Making a bit of a stir is no problem, but our abilities are completely different from ninjas; I'm afraid we can only rely on post-production editing."

"No problem," Brainiac said, "I will provide them with post-edited surveillance footage at the first opportunity. With current human means, it's impossible to detect any problems."

"You still have to find a way to let them know what the League of Assassins did with their money," Shiler said, "Do you have a suitable target?"

"Already found; I'm sending him information right now."

Cat Getan Diamond Street, 7:00 PM.

The mobile phone on the table suddenly vibrated. A man wearing a blue shirt picked up the phone, looked at the information appearing on it, first frowned, then gradually widened his eyes.

"Is this true? Brainiac?" he typed a reply, "You mean the bomb raw materials the Joker used were from that batch that woman purchased?"

Brainiac replied with a long string of text, not only analyzing it logically but also listing a report on the difference between the shipment volume and usage volume, and explaining that all the missing bomb raw materials were nowhere to be found. And he gave his own conclusion—if not handled quickly, the bombing case is very likely to happen again.

There was no need for Brainiac to continue persuading. Everyone knew that the Joker had collapsed three buildings in one go, and the casualties on Diamond Street were countless. Last time it was his own luck that was good, not working in those three buildings, but what if it happened again? Who could say they would definitely be spared?

The man grabbed his phone and ran out in a hurry.

He didn't even have time to knock on the door; he pushed the door open and rushed into the bald boss's office, ignoring the lover the boss was being intimate with and the boss's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, and directly handed over the phone.

The boss took the phone and glanced at it; at first, he was very surprised, but when he saw the data in the report, his face became stiff.

Those who can mix into Diamond Street are definitely the elite of the elite. There might be grandstanding fools among politicians, but financiers will never miscalculate any decimal point.

The bald boss immediately realized the severity of the matter. He began to pick up the phone to dial, notifying his peers. In less than half an hour, they were sitting together.

"That damn bitch!" a blonde man cursed, "At the time, she said she would plant a large number of bombs in all the unbuilt subway stations in Cat Getan, but where are the bombs? Why didn't a single one explode?!"

"She said she would arrange it, and you believed her?" the bald boss said, "Didn't you send people to take a look?!"

"Those are all unfinished construction sites; how could our people get in? Besides, you don't know; that damn Gordon and Napier joined forces, and the speed of police cars arriving is faster than old Ines shooting, so what can I do!"

"I don't have time to look either. I'm not like you with a big family and business; the latest trading restriction order almost made me go bankrupt! I've been busy for three consecutive nights!"

Several people argued for a few sentences, and finally, the bald boss stood out and said, "The biggest problem now is the whereabouts of a large amount of bomb materials are unknown. If it's really as that artificial intelligence judged, and it all fell into the Joker's hands, then the entire Diamond Street will be blown to the sky by him!"

"Isn't that so? My boss ran away long ago," the blonde man shrugged and said, "If it weren't for the fact that I still have loans to pay, would I stay in such a dangerous place?"

"We can't cooperate with that League of Assassins anymore!" an old man with gray hair said, "From the beginning, they didn't want to help us solve the trouble, but just wanted to come and cheat us out of our money. Brainiac is much more conscientious than them!"

"Fine, I'll call them. They shouldn't think about getting another penny from me!"

The bald boss picked up his phone and was about to dial. But just at this moment, an employee rushed in and said, "It's bad, boss, something happened to the factory in the West District!"

"What?!!"

Ten minutes later, the bald boss looked at the surveillance footage on the screen, his face ashen. He breathed hard a few times and said, "That damn bitch! They must have known we exposed their conspiracy and were afraid we would get evidence, so they took action to silence us!"

"What should we do now?" the blonde man frowned, appearing a bit scared, and said, "Their ninjas are too strong; they killed several people in ten seconds. If they come to Diamond Street to find us..."

There was silence in the conference room.

"It doesn't matter," the white-haired old man spoke up, "The FBI has already entered. I will say hello to Congress and let them try their best to ensure the safety of Diamond Street."

"That's not enough," another black-haired woman spoke up, "We have money, and everyone likes money. If they can be hired, naturally others can be hired too. We can't entrust our lives to the FBI; it's best to buy another layer of protection."

The bald boss's fingertips moved slightly, and he said, "I remember, isn't there a woman named Waller who set up a super-powered organization?"

"That's right, it seems to be called... Federal Shield?"

"Call Waller," he tapped the table and said, "That group of ninjas are all super-powered individuals; they must be dealt with by super-powered individuals."

"But will she open her mouth like a lion?"

"Now is not a question of money, but a question of whether you can find people with money. Besides her, do you have any other candidates? Since there are none, we have to negotiate well. Besides, when we recover, she'll have to spit out everything she ate."

The others sighed, but didn't say anything more, tacitly agreeing to the bald man's approach.

After Amanda received the call in the office, she felt slightly surprised. Her eyeballs rolled, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, and she touched her face with her hand to stop the trembling of the muscles on her face.

"No problem, I'll take this job. But I don't want money; I remember you have a few congressmen's voting bases in your hands, right?"

A few minutes later, Amanda hung up the phone, a satisfied look on her face. Then, a subordinate walked in and said, "Boss, someone named Batman says he wants to see you; should I let him in?"

"Batman? Oh, I see, it's those two Batmen who appeared on Diamond Street, right? These days, hero titles are shared."

Amanda sighed, then let the subordinate call the person in. However, having just gained the support of Diamond Street, she couldn't help but be a bit complacent and turned a deaf ear to Batman's warning.

"I know, you are very afraid of that person called the Joker," Amanda shook her head and said, "But he's just a lunatic, not even a super-powered individual. Any one of my team members could beat him until he's looking for teeth all over the floor."

Batman still wanted to say something, but Injustice Batman stopped him and said, "It's best if you have such confidence. We just hope to join forces with you to repel Brainiac; in this regard, we have common interests. What do you think?"

"I don't think I need the help of outsiders... but if you must join, I can also pay you a salary."

Batman opened his mouth. He certainly wanted the leadership of the team, but looking at Amanda's current state, he knew it was probably impossible.

"I hope you can adopt my plan," he said, "And I hope we can cooperate tacitly."

"That's not important," Amanda waved her hand and said, "To deal with that bunch of ninjas from the League of Assassins, the team members are enough. Your two main tasks are to prevent Brainiac from launching a sneak attack."

"League of Assassins?" The two Batmen looked at each other, immediately realizing the situation was wrong. How could the League of Assassins get involved in such things? And why did Amanda want to deal with them?

Batman had already sensed that a pair of invisible hands had been pushing things forward, and everyone was kept in the dark. Could it be that all of this was Brainiac's conspiracy to push humans to fight each other?

Batman just wanted to open his mouth to persuade Amanda not to be so aggressive, but she had already called the subordinate in and wanted the subordinate to send Batman and the others to the team.

Batman was full of plans and schemes, but Amanda had no patience to listen. Batman thought about it and felt that even if he told Amanda, she would probably only spoil things, so it would be better to directly persuade the Suicide Squad members.

The two Batmen reached a consensus on this point. Stupid people are not terrible; being stupid and arrogant is the most fatal. In this regard, the Suicide Squad members were much better than Amanda; at least they were running on the front line and had to consider their own lives. As long as the plan was reasonable, they would listen.

Under normal circumstances, this is indeed the case, but unfortunately, someone reached out a black hand and pulled the bias hard.

In order to earn double pay, the members of the Tomorrow League would not let the Suicide Squad defeat the League of Assassins so easily. Deathstroke and Pamela had long since touched near the Suicide Squad's base.

They originally intended to take advantage of the night to harass the team so that they wouldn't have the energy to fight tomorrow, but when they arrived, they found that another group of people was already guarding here.

"Wait." Pamela stopped Deathstroke and then said, "The people on the opposite side look a bit familiar; I'll go over and negotiate first."

Deathstroke crouched back into the grass. Pamela tiptoed over and gently patted Talia on the back.

"Don't scream, it's me! Why are you here?"

Talia turned her head and was also surprised to see Pamela. She said, "I should ask you that; why are you here too? You aren't the helpers they hired, are you?"

"My situation is very complicated, but you. Didn't you return to Asia a while ago? Why did you come again? What grudge do you have with that bunch inside?"

Then she heard Talia say in a cold tone, "That bunch of damn bastards stole my business! I finally found a stable source of income, and it was ruined by them. If I don't give them some color to see, do they really think the League of Assassins is easy to bully?!"

Pamela laughed secretly in her heart. It seems she was destined to earn this extra money!

?? The Raccoon Coin Simulator that came out yesterday is really fun; I love counting money too much!

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