Chapter 4671: Desperate Escape (50)

As everyone expected, it was indeed Batman who cut the power supply, causing all the mechanisms in all the levels to stop.

Before, when they entered the central energy room, they wanted to do this. But that energy hub had a very tight protective shield, basically a big iron block. The level designer didn't know who he was guarding against, leaving absolutely no room for operation.

Of course, now everyone knows who he was guarding against. Unfortunately, he didn't guard against them at all.

At that time, Batman didn't choose to move, because there was still a possibility of clearing the level through the normal process. Batman is this kind of person: if it's him who has to sacrifice, he won't hesitate, because that's the most efficient; but if he has no sacrifice to make and has to let others sacrifice, then he might temporarily abandon his lawful-aligned way of doing things and use his wisdom to take shortcuts.

Now, Batman could no longer participate in the normal clearance process, so no matter who had to sacrifice during the clearance, it had nothing to do with him. In this situation, he wouldn't care about any normal clearance process, but would point directly to the core, taking down the most important part first.

After confirming that the dungeon basically had no magic elements, regardless of what mechanism you designed, as long as there was no electricity, none of them could make any waves. Then just cut the power directly, and the problem would be solved.

Of course, he had also considered whether cutting the power directly might cause some dangerous mechanisms to fall. However, Batman had already discovered that the mechanical engineering level of the previous levels was quite good. He didn't consider any artistry or philosophical thinking, only knowing that the designer's professional level was indeed not bad. Power-off braking is one of the foundations of mechanical engineering safety rules; if this wasn't done, then even Batman would have to give a bad review.

And after coming to Bruce and Pride's room and having a conversation with them, Batman knew he couldn't count on them. Regardless of how many times they hurt each other in the process of pulling each other out of the fire pit, just say whether they came out or not. It was unlikely for them to push each other into the fire pit, and Pride's professional ethics wouldn't allow him to do so either.

They definitely wouldn't complete this level, and the people outside would likely be stuck because they didn't complete the level. So Batman returned to the central energy control room and started dealing with that big iron shell.

Actually, it wasn't difficult, because he had already seen that the level designer had reached the extreme in terms of cutting corners. The parts that could be seen were exquisitely carved, while everything that couldn't be seen was a sham; they were too lazy to even make textures, and there were even a few staff passages that were a bit clipping.

In this situation, the part on the ground was heavily guarded, but the underground part might not be. And it just so happened that the cultist's room was right below the energy hub.

Batman returned to the cultist room and directed Superman to dig upward. Sure enough, the floor was just a thin layer, and that protective shield wasn't embedded very deep, so he dug right through it.

"What now?" Superman looked at the hole above his head.

"You go up and take a look," Batman said. "Forget it, you go up first, then pull me up. If there's an operation panel, I'll pull the switch; if there isn't, you just smash everything."

Greed in the monitoring room couldn't sit still when he heard this. This level wasn't a one-time thing; after you guys are done playing, others still have to play. You can smash some ordinary props, but the energy hub is very expensive. The compatibility of this thing was adjusted by the administrators of two big worlds; it's very troublesome to remake one if it's smashed.

"Deathstroke, Deathstroke!" Greed shouted, "Hurry, hurry, go over and stop them!"

Deathstroke was resting in the lounge. When he heard someone calling him, he hurried over. He didn't ask about the specific situation, stood up, and went. After following the direction Greed pointed and arriving at the cultist room, seeing the big hole in the ceiling, he even cursed: "God, who is so wicked?"

He climbed up through the hole and saw two figures in the dim light. Batman had already determined that the energy hub had no operation panel, and Superman had already started preparing to smash it.

"Stop!" Deathstroke shouted hurriedly, "Don't smash it!"

But when he bypassed the machine and saw who the two people in front of him were, he instantly froze.

Deathstroke looked at Batman and Superman, and Batman and Superman looked at Deathstroke. The two sides stared at each other for a long time, Deathstroke took a step back, grinned, and said: "It's fine, you guys smash slowly, I'll leave first."

"DEATHSTROKE!!!" Greed shouted in the communication channel, "What are you doing? Beat them up!!"

"Are you crazy or am I crazy? I beat Batman and Superman?!" Deathstroke also cursed in the communication channel, "How much money do I earn? You want me to do this?!"

"That's not the Batman of your universe..."

"But they definitely know the main universe Batman," Deathstroke's brain turned very fast, "If the two of them turn around and report me, how can I take orders from the main universe Batman?"

"And, are you a bit too optimistic? Why do you think I can beat the two of them?"

"Superman has no superpowers!"

"Then let me ask you, did Batman have superpowers before?"

Greed was speechless. Deathstroke said: "Mercenaries have always been about doing what they are paid for. I can give you a discount for the sake of that agent. But you can't buy me a bicycle and ask me to go to the moon. This demand can't be done!"

"Then stop them a little bit," Greed said, "As long as you don't let them smash the hub."

"I'll try," Deathstroke was clearly in a difficult position.

After hanging up the communication, he didn't intend to do anything, but intended to talk to them properly. Although Deathstroke was wearing a staff uniform and a mask, he clearly couldn't escape Batman's sharp eyes.

"You're a mercenary?" Batman narrowed his eyes and said, "Didn't reach a price agreement with the employer, and are currently bargaining?"

Deathstroke sucked in a breath. Being seen through by the other side, how could he negotiate?

"Looks like I guessed right," Batman said, "Not to hide it from you, I have a little money too. Whatever he gives you, I can give you double."

Deathstroke still couldn't help but size up Batman. Although he was in a bad state now, even to the point of being called disheveled, and couldn't even stand steadily, his saying this was very convincing. This kind of temperament of being so poor that only money is left is really hard to fake.

Deathstroke actually didn't want to answer, because he still had some professional ethics. But that's Batman, who knows if there will be a chance to take his order when crossing universes later. Words still shouldn't be said too absolutely.

"This, it's not entirely a matter of money."

"Then they have a handle on you. I can help you solve this aspect too," Batman said, "Is it the FBI or the CIA? I have some acquaintances in both agencies."

"Let's not talk about this," Deathstroke said, "I just wanted to remind you not to smash this thing; offending them won't end well."

"So this thing is very expensive? Or is it very difficult to manufacture, and therefore very rare. From the appearance, it shouldn't be that the craftsmanship is expensive, then it must be that some materials are hard to get..."

"Don't provide him with information," Greed couldn't help but say, "If you really can't stop them, just leave!"

"The problem now is, can I leave?" Deathstroke also replied, "Do you see if the two of them will let me go?"

Superman was already standing at the hole he came from. Actually, if they fought, Deathstroke really wouldn't fear a Superman without superpowers. But Batman's deterrent power was too strong; who knows if he had hidden some secret weapon on Superman, the kind that could blast him two miles away with a touch.

Even knowing it was impossible to get such things in the dungeon, Deathstroke still didn't dare to gamble. Being able to distinguish who can be provoked and who cannot is also an important reason why he can become the world's number one mercenary. Being cowardly isn't shameful; staying alive is more important.

Of course, Batman was still relatively reasonable. When he was harassed by Robin while passing through Gotham and fought back, Batman never stood out to take sides. Therefore, Deathstroke's impression of him was still okay, and he was willing to make things convenient for him.

"There is a switch under this thing," Deathstroke said according to what Greed taught him, "You can turn it off by putting your hand underneath. Of course, I know you are worried about traps, so I can operate it."

"Do you have any weapons?"

"No," Deathstroke said. Of course, he was lying; he could pull out a pile of cold weapons from his pocket at any time, but he didn't dare give Batman weapons, otherwise it would really become Batman killing his way out of the underworld.

"Then you intend to use your fists to subdue us?" Superman said somewhat incredulously.

"I don't intend to make a move on you, I'm really here to negotiate," Deathstroke glanced at the plot Greed had just written, "The company never intended to make things big, even not hesitating to make a move on our investors. This game has completely failed, you can leave now. But it's best not to make trouble here, otherwise, it won't be good for anyone."

"In fact, there are differences within the company about whether to continue such a dangerous project. If you intend to stop this completely, perhaps your friends can be more useful."

Batman understood Deathstroke's hint. This was telling them not to show off in the dungeon, leave smoothly first, and then use social power to pressure the company to stop this cruel project.

"Alright," Batman said, "You turn off the energy first, then open the door, I want to meet with the other players."

Actually, Greed originally didn't agree, because Batman's group shouldn't have been able to clear the level. But Deathstroke persuaded him, and Greed also thought of Batman's high evaluation of this level before; if he let him clear the level, maybe he could get an 8.0 rating, and then let him write a good review, it wouldn't be a loss.

"Alright," Deathstroke pretended to think, then agreed, walked up, and reached out to touch the bottom of the glowing light ball. With a click, the light ball went out. Almost at the same time, Greed also pulled the switch for the lighting power. Now the entire secret room had no energy.

Not long after the mechanism in the skylight room stopped, the players each got their keys. But they didn't rush to leave, but were waiting. They felt that Batman and Superman's group, or Shiler and Bruce's group, should be coming over.

As they expected. The passage opened, Batman and Superman walked in, followed by someone who looked like a staff member.

The moment they stopped, Superman backhanded and choked the staff member's neck, shouting: "Don't move! Open the door to the first-floor secret room immediately!"

Everyone was stunned by this change. They didn't know why the mysterious company staff member followed Batman and them in, nor did they understand why Superman suddenly kidnapped him.

However, Deathstroke, who should have resisted to the death, seemed to be just an ordinary staff member, struggled symbolically twice, and then said: "No, don't kill me, I'll open the door for you." ===== CHAPTER 4672 =====