Chapter 3580: Edge of Tomorrow (37)

"Hello? Hello?! Is anyone listening?!"

A woman's face suddenly appeared on the electronic screen that lit up again on Diamond Street. She was wearing heavy makeup, her mouth was like a bloody basin, and her white hair was tied into double ponytails, constantly shaking in the lens.

"Fine, look at these pieces of junk you made." The voice coming from the electronic screen was intermittent, and she didn't know who she was complaining to.

"Aha!" She suddenly leaned close to the lens, almost sticking her eyeballs to the surface of the lens, then rolled her eyeballs around, and suddenly shouted and moved her face away, saying in a startled way, "Alright, alright! It's already done; they can see me now!"

"Good afternoon, Cat Getan! Uh, I mean, this brand-new Cat Getan! The brand-new Cat Getan that is boring to death—never mind these. I'm telling you, Harley Quinn is here! Hahahahahaha!"

The woman raised her head and let out a series of big laughs, but suddenly wiped the lipstick on her lips, leaving a long mark on her cheek. She opened her mouth wide, moved her lips hard, as if she was suddenly angry, and stared at the lens with cold eyes.

"Fine, I heard that the people here have a conflict with dear Puddin'. His revenge always comes very quickly, right? But I can't find him now; I can't find him!"

"So—" Harley in the screen stepped back a few steps, revealing the scene behind her. Behind her was a huge chemical pool, and three people were tied back-to-back and hung above the chemical pool.

"These people are all his enemies. Are they? I don't know," Harley waved her hand and said, "I just found three unlucky guys from that street. But I only used a very short time, wasn't discovered by anyone, and even took the time to buy a cup of coffee. He will be proud of me, right?"

"No!" Harley suddenly raised her head and said to the air, "Even if I don't do this, he will definitely come to find me! This bunch of damn stupid pigs don't understand how romantic and considerate he is. I will kill them all! Right now!!!"

"And you," Harley turned her head again and leaned close to the lens and said, "And you bunch of idiots, I will blow you all to the sky too! You bunch of bitch-born bastards, just wait for me!"

After speaking, she reached out and turned off the lens with an angry face.

Accompanied by the screen going black, Amanda couldn't help but cover her forehead. At this moment, they were sitting in a place like a screening room. Amanda pointed her finger at several people sitting in the seats and said:

"This is the result of your patrol work on Diamond Street, right?"

"We didn't hear any movement on Diamond Street," Pamela said, "I dare say, she didn't rush into Diamond Street to tie this group of people away, but used some method to trick them away."

"There are more and more strange people." Deathstroke couldn't help but sigh.

Batman's face was very heavy. Recently, they had all received bad news; first, the mysterious Professor chose to cooperate with Brainiac, and now another Harley Quinn had emerged from nowhere.

Clearly, the Harley Quinn of this universe was not Harley Quinn at all; then where did this crazy woman who appeared on the Diamond Street electronic screen come from?

However, Batman, who had fought Harley Quinn, knew that this crazy woman had some abilities that were different from ordinary people; don't look at her as if she had no special abilities, but she could inexplicably appear in some places she shouldn't have appeared.

Since he could come to other universes through the Battleworld, it was not entirely impossible for the other party to come here. But the problem now is that the Joker hasn't been solved, and another capable helper has come; this will be even harder to deal with.

"Save people first," Batman spoke up. He knew that there were no good people on Diamond Street, but even so, he couldn't let this bunch of lunatics deal with them with private lynching. Moreover, Harley Quinn didn't look like she wanted to judge them at all; at most, she wanted to use them to attract the Joker's attention, then their end would definitely be very miserable.

Amanda put her two arms on the table in front of her and said, "The preliminary approval of the budget we submitted to Congress has passed. At the same time, two mysterious employers are also willing to pay a high price to let us protect the safety of Diamond Street. If this job is done well, everyone has a bonus."

"Then what are we waiting for? I think we can set off now," a black-haired girl sitting on the edge spoke up. The two mice on her shoulders also cooperated and squeaked.

Pamela turned her head to look at her; she remembered what happened this morning when they went to the training ground.

New Jersey FBI Teaching Base. 7:00 AM.

The faucet was turned on, toothpaste was squeezed onto the toothbrush, and it was put into the mouth. Pamela yawned with a mouth full of foam, and used her hand to gather her hair.

Buzz—buzz—

She walked into the bedroom with the toothbrush in her mouth, picked up the vibrating phone and put it to her ear, and Amanda's voice came from the phone:

"Gather at the central training ground at 8:00; it's best not to be late."

"Don't worry, I'll go over after breakfast."

After brushing her teeth, she wiped her face twice with cold water. Pamela painted her makeup messily to maintain her villain persona, didn't wear that complicated dress, but put on a hoodie, wore jeans, and went out.

Arriving at the restaurant, Victor had already finished ordering. Pamela walked over, and the two sat face to face.

"The life of this bunch of agents is too luxurious," Victor tapped the edge of the plate lightly with a knife and said, "The steak is much better than the school cafeteria, the butter used for bread is a big brand, and the coffee beans are also very good."

"Is my persona a vegetarian?"

"No, you are Poison Ivy; you should be a carnivore."

"Forget it, never mind." Pamela brought the menu and ordered a few dishes at random. While waiting for the food, she lowered her voice and said, "We were right to come here; their soap is Lancôme, and the bathtub is so comfortable that I almost fainted from taking a bath."

"The bedding is also very good," Victor said, "The mattress is especially comfortable to sleep on; I really want to ask them what brand they use, I want to buy two and put them in my house."

"Why buy it? You just let Amanda write the mattress on her budget sheet, wouldn't that work?"

"This isn't very good, right? Can a mattress be listed as combat supplies?"

"Why not? Deathstroke even reported the laundry detergent he uses at home. I also reported 500 boxes of color ink to leave for my laboratory's printer. That thing is expensive to death; if I don't take this opportunity to report it, do I have to spend my own money to buy it?"

"You guys are too ruthless," Victor said, "500 boxes of color ink, even if used to print combat maps, could fill the entire room."

"Come on, this is the tax we paid in the first place; using it on ourselves is also justified," Pamela said, "If you don't report it, then give your reimbursement quota to me; the water bill for watering the backyard last month went over again, just take this opportunity to report it."

They were chatting, and the restaurant's front door was pushed open again. The few people who walked in this time were very distinctive: the leader was the white-haired old man, followed by the young man with colorful polka dots all over his body, the man wearing a blue vest, and the woman who looked normal but was a bit cautious.

Several people walked to a table on the other side and sat down, seemingly also talking in low voices, but the topics they talked about were definitely more serious than Pamela and Victor's side, seemingly discussing combat plans.

After a while, Diablo also came over. He saw Victor and recognized that he was the one who unlocked the freezing for him yesterday. He hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

"Hello, Dr. Fries."

"Hello. What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No, I don't; I just want to say, you are very powerful. Your kind of freezing technology." The other party was obviously not good at words, and his speech was upside down, but Victor could see that he was sincerely praising him.

"Thank you." Victor smiled at him and said.

This kind of smile seemed to encourage him. He sat in place, clenched his hands into fists and placed them on his knees, and then said, "I like this way very much."

"What?"

"It's being able to defeat them, but not hurting them," Diablo said, "This is a very good way of fighting; if only this kind of weapon could be used in war."

Victor discovered that this man, covered in tattoos and looking like a gang member, was actually not as violent as he appeared on the surface. He was somewhat taciturn and seemed to be a pacifist.

"Actually, I am more interested in you," Victor said, "I heard that your faith comes from the Indian ancestral god; can you talk to me about him?"

Mentioning this, Diablo naturally had a lot to say. The two of them chatted until the two Batmen walked in.

In fact, no one here liked Batman, because they were the Suicide Squad, not the Justice League. People who work here do it for all sorts of reasons, just not for justice.

And Batman, who looked very righteous, was out of tune with their atmosphere. And his gaze carried too much probing meaning, which made people very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Batman didn't intend to stick his hot face to a cold butt either. The two Batmen sat at a table by themselves. Breakfast ended in a fairly peaceful atmosphere.

After it ended, everyone came to the central training ground. The central training ground is an open-air training ground, with a large area, like a stadium, except that the ground is plastic, and there are all kinds of training equipment.

Amanda stood in the center of the training ground, the wind blowing her hair everywhere. She clapped her hands and said, "This is the first gathering of the 2nd team. What I need you to do is describe and demonstrate your abilities to let others have an understanding, and then conduct simulated combat training to deal with the crisis that may come later. Start from left to right, Deathstroke, you go first."

Looking at the laundry detergent for the next 50 years, Deathstroke didn't push back. He stood out a step and said, "I am Deathstroke; you should have all heard my name, or at least heard my news..."

"Oh, yes," the polka-dot man on the side chimed in, "It's you who killed the head of the Soviet Union; you are simply too cool!"

Amanda glared at him, and he retreated timidly.

"I'm just an ordinary mercenary," Deathstroke said, "If I have to say what advantages I have, it's that I use more firearms, my marksmanship is also okay, close-quarters combat is also okay, and I can do tactical arrangements. That's about it."

"Now is not the time to be humble," Amanda said, "I borrowed a few instructors from the FBI; you can demonstrate your abilities on them. However, it's best not to cause any loss of life, understand?"

As soon as her voice fell, a few very strong agents walked out of the door next to her, wearing tight shirts with the FBI pattern printed on them. Whether it was the posture of walking or the words and deeds, they all revealed a murderous atmosphere.

Then, they were all knocked down by Deathstroke within five seconds.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 3581 =====