Chapter 4645

"No way, I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve," Stark said, looking Greed up and down with some surprise. "How did you accurately find the center of gravity of these bricks? Just by feel?"

"This is my talent," Greed said, looking at the monitor. Their view wasn't that dark; they had night-vision effects. Therefore, Stark could see the process of Pride stacking the bricks clearly. Naturally, he also discovered that the force on every brick was correct.

"This is a talent, that is a talent. It's like this dungeon is run by your family," Scarecrow couldn't help but complain. "Oh, wait, it is run by your family. But you can't be this biased toward yourself, can you?"

Greed, however, seemed to have anticipated something and said, "Do you think the other me has a huge advantage? I can only tell you, there are gains and losses. It would be a miracle if he were the first to clear the level."

"I don't see any hope of him not getting the championship," Mephisto said, crossing his arms. "In fact, they are the fastest right now and are about to reach the scale. They are the first group, after all."

"It won't be long before they aren't," Greed said, observing Pride's expression.

"Is the difficulty of this level a bit too low?" Joker muttered with some dissatisfaction. "You can pass it with acrobatics; there's absolutely no technical content. They really should have electrified the ladder."

"But the next level is a big move," Scarecrow rubbed his hands with some excitement. "How will they choose? To donate blood or not to donate blood, to trust the person behind them or not?"

"They've arrived, they've arrived," Mephisto pointed at the screen and said. "Schiller and that Batman have arrived. Will they choose to donate blood?"

Then, everything that happened next exceeded everyone's expectations and left them speechless. They had never seen such a thing before. Stark was the first to issue a soul-searching question: "What are they doing???"

Everyone looked at Greed in unison. Greed coughed twice and said, "What did I say? Even if they have an advantage, they will squander it quickly. That's the bad thing about going crazy; you can't control when you're going to go crazy."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Stark almost jumped up. "What are you doing! What are you doing! Don't pry up the floor tiles! My machine!!!"

"Hiss..." Greed also gasped. He hurriedly adjusted the panel data, but the power peak was soaring too high to be suppressed, and Pride still pried the floor tiles off.

"Agent! Agent!!!" Greed shouted. "I knew this would happen, Agent, hurry up and get in there!!!"

The Agent walked over with a speechless expression. Greed pointed to the equipment box nearby. "Hurry up, clean it up, the next group is coming!"

After Bruce and Pride's group left, a fully armed figure appeared in the level. It was the Agent wearing a full set of protective gear, pushing a cart full of tools as he walked out directly from the maintenance passage. He adjusted his mask and goggles, and then began to clean.

The Agent looked at the blood all over the floor and the messy floor tiles, unable to help but sigh deeply. Greed really knew how to find work for him. It would be one thing if he were a real crime scene cleaner, but these two were simply inexplicable, leaving a mess that he had to clean up.

But there was no other way; he had accepted the job and was already there. The Agent had no choice but to pick up the mop and start cleaning.

First, he sprinkled special cleaning agent on the floor, started mopping with the mop, and then used a squeegee to scrape it. A lot of blood had seeped into the tile gaps; it was impossible to wipe it off, and there was no time, so he could only cover it with the original grout material.

The most troublesome part was the pried-off bricks. The Agent looked at the bricks, and the sound of his cursing echoed throughout the entire monitoring room.

"How is this supposed to be installed back?! This damn Pride even shoveled off all the grout on top. He didn't forget to do the damn masonry work even in the middle of a psychotic break!"

He filled all the bricks back in, but because of the lack of adhesive material, they would sink when stepped on. There was really no other way, so he had to fill the gaps with grout to squeeze all the bricks together as much as possible, so that as long as they weren't stepped on hard, they wouldn't sink too severely.

After finally wiping the blood clean and filling the bricks back in, Greed shouted again: "Wait a minute, check to see if there are any marks left; don't let them leave any marks!"

The Agent had no choice but to check the entire room carefully. Before he could finish checking, Greed shouted again: "Room No. 2, Charles and the others carved words in Room No. 2, hurry up and grind them off!"

The Agent had to pick up his tools and enter the maintenance passage again. Just as he was about to go out, Greed shouted: "Wait a moment, they haven't left yet!"

The Agent waited in the passage for a while, and after confirming that the people outside had left, he hurried out. Then he discovered that Erik and Charles had used iron rods to carve their names on the floor tiles, and even wrote "was here."

"Can you have some manners?!" The Agent took a grinding wheel out of the toolbox, turned it on, and started grinding. Fortunately, the two of them felt time was tight and didn't carve deep, so grinding off the surface layer of the floor tiles was enough.

But just grinding it off wasn't enough; the texture on the surface of the floor tiles was completely different from the others. The Agent had to first forge some texture, and then sprinkle some water on it to make it look old. Just after finishing this, he heard movement in the passage and hurriedly pulled the cart back into the maintenance passage.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, someone carved words in Room No. 3 too," Greed said, holding the walkie-talkie. "Hurry up and get rid of them!"

The Agent went through the passage to Room No. 3 to deal with the traces. Meanwhile, the people in the monitoring room began to look at the situation in the room filled with steel needles.

"Wait a minute, if your other self's power can't be controlled, then that lever... okay, they skipped the level." Mephisto sighed long.

On the monitor screen, Pride directly pulled down the lever that was supposed to be triggered by the ceiling falling to open the secret passage. Originally, this lever was set with a locking device that required a sudden, huge force to pull down. But unfortunately, besides the ceiling falling, Schiller also had a sudden, huge force. He just pulled the lever down like that.

And the lever that caused the ceiling to fall was under the platform; if you didn't pull it, the ceiling wouldn't fall. They were the first to arrive, and the ceiling was still very high, so they could walk directly into the secret passage.

After they went in, they didn't need to worry about the lever under the platform anymore; they just needed to wait for time, wait for the ceiling to slowly descend to a level where they could step on it, and they could directly clear the level.

"A complete design flaw," Joker commented. "More importantly, if this lunatic's power isn't restricted, they can skip all the levels that require power."

"Since they're already like that, just let them skip it," Mephisto said. "Anyway, they'll waste their time hurting each other and won't be able to get first place or take your dear Batman's position. You can rest assured."

Joker actually pouted and stopped talking. However, compared to everything that happened next, the situation with Pride and Bruce couldn't even be considered a design flaw. Because what followed was a major accident.

At that time, they were cheering for Loki, who was huddled in the secret passage and couldn't move.

"That's right, that's it, this is what we want to see!" Scarecrow waved his fist violently. "Step on it, Green Eyes, don't let us down!"

Joker was obviously excited too, and started using that rhythmic tone again: "If you step on it, you might even feel the twitching of your brother when he's crushed to death. You don't get many such wonderful moments in your life, Norse God? Hahahahahaha!"

Just when they were full of anticipation for the upcoming scene, the only monitor screen still filming the previous room suddenly zoomed in. Inside were Anatoly and Lucifer.

"Hiss..." Greed gasped. "Agent, how did you do your job? How did they discover the bricks were... Oh! No! No, no, no!"

The screams of Greed and Stark rang out almost at the same time. Because Anatoly had started digging the soil under the floor tiles.

After digging a hole, he used bricks to separate the crowbar from the machine, then used another brick to pad under the crowbar, and started prying the machine violently.

"Wait! Wait a minute!!!" Stark shouted. "You can't pry it like that, that's a very delicate device, this will break it!!!"

When the machine made a teeth-grinding creak and the entire device was pried askew, the shield surrounding the mechanical arm above fell off with a "clang." Anatoly glanced at the structure and instantly understood that it was supporting something.

So he changed the angle slightly and continued prying. Prying alone wasn't enough to vent his anger; he used the pried-off floor tiles as a shield in front of him and started pushing the already tilted device, and even let Lucifer help him push it together.

This was even worse; the entire machine slowly tilted to 45 degrees. The edge of the machine's protective shield happened to get stuck on the mechanical arm, pushing it up, and it was stuck so tightly that it couldn't move at all.

Suddenly, everyone in the steel needle ceiling room felt the pressure on their shoulders lighten abruptly.

You know, at this time, Harley and Pamela were already unable to stay on their knees, soaked in sweat from head to toe, with their hands on the exit buttons. Thor and Loki were panting heavily from exhaustion, and Charles collapsed the moment the downward pressure stopped. Batman and Superman weren't doing well either; Batman even went black in front of his eyes due to excessive blood loss and leaned directly against a pillar, and Superman hurriedly reached out to pull him.

It could be said that except for Pride and Bruce, who skipped the level, all other teams were almost unable to hold on and were on the verge of total annihilation.

Anatoly stood in the room, listening carefully to the sounds. Although he couldn't hear human voices, he could feel that certain subtle vibrations had stopped. He showed a knowing expression and smiled slightly triumphantly.

"Looks like we've played the savior again," Anatoly said to Lucifer. "Let's go, let's see what the next level is like."

The complexions of everyone in the monitoring room were very ugly.

"I think you can temporarily postpone considering letting him come to Hell," Mephisto rubbed his hands and said quite tactfully. "My palace is quite good, and I don't really need to change houses for the time being. What do you think?"

"This is simply playing around!" Scarecrow shouted dissatisfiedly. "Don't they know they can't just destroy the game scene?! Can't they have some public morality!"

"I should be the one saying that!" Stark roared. "I put a lot of effort into setting up that mechanism! This was supposed to be a perfect design; we were just one step away from achieving our goal!"

"Where on earth did that guy come from?" Joker frowned and looked at Greed. "Why haven't I heard of this character before?"

"You just need to know that a while ago, most of the Batmen in the multiverse were digging three feet into the ground to find him," Greed said, his words hitting like a killing blow. "I don't know how strong he is, I only know that the people in Arkham Asylum don't get this kind of treatment."

Joker was instantly furious and jumped up on the spot. "Batman dug three feet into the ground to find him?! A damn... damn..."

Joker stammered for a long time without finding a suitable adjective. In this regard, he still had some martial ethics; what he valued was precise attack. But combining his observations just now, he found that Anatoly was really hard to evaluate.

You say he's reckless, but he actually made precise calculations; you say he lacks artistry, but he has his own set of philosophical theories, and he explains them clearly; you say he doesn't follow the rules, but he's not doing it for himself; you say he's cunning and treacherous, but in the end, he actually succeeded.

"Damn Soviet," Stark could only evaluate him like this. "They were born to be my nemesis."

"That's for sure," Greed shrugged.