Chapter 4944

The good news that the first final boss had been eliminated quickly reached all the squads. Everyone reacted differently. Of course, everyone was happy. However, some questioned: if the final boss was eliminated so easily, the game's lifespan probably wouldn't be long.

Brainiac neither confirmed nor denied it. Although he hadn't adapted many powerful abilities and still had some hidden numerical limits, he wouldn't tell players how to play the game. Although he was an evil artificial intelligence, he wouldn't teach players how to play.

When they couldn't beat it head-on before, Brainiac had only given them a suggestion to go back and develop properly. But the players wanted to play cricket fighting, using minor bosses to deal with the final boss, and Brainiac didn't stop them, nor did he even comment. After they succeeded, rewards were still distributed as usual, and he didn't modify this mechanism.

Even if the players had doubts, feeling this might be too much of a difficulty reduction, Brainiac didn't respond. On the contrary, his attitude made the players start thinking: perhaps not all final bosses could be dealt with this way.

Thinking about it, that's also true. The boss in the northern area was set to be the weakest one. Apart from having relatively strong firepower, it had no special abilities, but the others were different. Either they had magical attacks or mental damage. Dragging minor bosses from other areas over might also get them cleared out. Probably one couldn't sweep the world with a single trick.

After the northern area's final boss was eliminated, there would be no more raids. But the agents and Deathstroke belonging to the northern area obviously wouldn't hide in the base to live peacefully. These two people had never planned to operate the base. Right after the final boss died, they came directly to the western area and Pride to meet up, staying here to help Pride's squad with raids.

The reason they came to the western area was because Pride's squad was indeed relatively weak. Since the anti-life equation could no longer be used, they lacked offensive means. The previous raid had already been fought with great difficulty. Without support, they couldn't truly wait for the lake monster to crawl up and fight for them.

The car stopped again in front of the lakeside villa. Deathstroke got out of the car first, then the agent. Just as they were about to go inside, the agent hesitated for a moment, began to undo the tactical harness.

Coming to support certainly couldn't be empty-handed. Various equipment needed to be brought. Basically, everything was placed in the car's trunk, but there were also some easier-to-grab items hung on the person. Deathstroke had weapons hanging all over his body; the agent was somewhat better, but still carried a gun on his back, hung a gun, and had two pistols, a baton, and a Taser on his waist.

"What are you fiddling with this thing for?" Deathstroke really couldn't stand it, "If that doctor has an episode on the battlefield, are you still planning to just throw away the gun, or take off the bulletproof vest?"

The agent didn't speak, still undoing the entire chest harness. He walked behind Deathstroke. Deathstroke also didn't bother with that much, casually pushing the door open. As he walked in, he saw Ethan's terrified expression.

Deathstroke was about to speak when a black umbrella was pointed at his throat.

"Get out. You frightened my patient." Pride said.

"What the hell?" Deathstroke complained, "I'm not even an agent!"

"Mercenaries aren't exactly good goods either." Gordon shook his head and said, "Of course, I know you're here to support, we should all thank you. But since you took money from the main universe Batman, you might as well do the job nicely."

This actually convinced Deathstroke. Even without considering the money, he didn't want to offend Pride. To be precise, any Shiler. Even though he didn't have much dealing with Pride, looking at the agent's attitude, he knew this guy wasn't easy to provoke.

So Deathstroke still went outside, took off all his gear. Besides that uniform, he left nothing, and incidentally took off his hood. While unloading his gear, he complained: "Do I still have to get a custom-made suit?"

"Remember to choose a retro style." The agent picked up those gear, tossed them through the window into the house, "And bring a bottle of red wine."

Deathstroke "tsk"ed, then opened the door and walked into the room. Pride hadn't done nothing either. Ethan was no longer in the living room; he should have gone upstairs to rest.

"What exactly is the situation?" The agent also walked in, saying, "Is this post-traumatic stress disorder so severe?"

"He saw mercenaries massacre civilians." Pride paused and said, "He also killed people to escape."

"Tsk." The agent clicked his tongue.

"That's not strange," Deathstroke said, "Regular troops still have some discipline, should say at least there's still some hope. Mercenaries are mostly a bunch of walking corpses with no hope at all. No one restrains them, they can do anything."

"Or to put it another way, they pay mercenaries just to have them do those inhumane dirty and tiring jobs. After killing people, they pat their buttocks and leave, and no one can do anything to them."

"Large mercenary groups are still somewhat better, individual mercenaries will also have some restraint. That kind of few-person mercenary squad, most are just lunatics who kill for fun. What he encountered should be this kind of person. It's not strange that he would leave psychological trauma."

Deathstroke plopped onto the sofa, began checking the equipment and supplies in the terminal. Gordon glanced at him. This person from head to toe exuded the air of an outlaw. The title of the First Mercenary, he naturally had heard of it. But, in the main universe, Deathstroke was actually quite restrained, even appearing more like a person than the agent did.

Now what he said actually made sense, letting the previously tense atmosphere of drawn swords ease. Indeed, being able to sit in the world's number one position for so many years, relying not entirely on killing and fighting, but also on worldly wisdom. No wonder after beating Robin several times, the main universe Batman still wanted to hire him.

"The terrain here is too bad," Deathstroke said while looking at the map, "It can practically be called completely flat. Enemies can approach from all four sides, basically impossible to defend."

Speaking of this, Gordon had a belly full of bitterness. When they previously fought those two raids, the hardest point was precisely that those monsters surged from all directions. Their manpower and equipment were insufficient, defenses always had loopholes.

Gordon naturally knew that Pride's this house was fundamentally unsuitable as a fortress. If in the real world, he would advise them to move immediately. But after all, this is a game, there won't really be any danger, at most just not being able to win. Moreover, this is Pride's home, he estimated they wouldn't be willing to leave.

Gordon hesitated for a moment, then still said: "We originally wanted to defend by the lake, but the lake is still some distance from here. Ahead is a large lawn, really too open. There's no flanking space, and our resources are insufficient to face the enemy head-on."

Deathstroke fell into thought. The agent leaned against the window with arms crossed, saying: "Once the base is selected, it probably can't be changed. Otherwise, we could still switch to a better location."

"If I had known it was like this, we should have chosen the Gotham Police Department." Gordon said, "That place is a strategically important location tested by many disasters. Back then, so many disasters didn't break in……"

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped. Then after thinking, he said: "Is the Gotham Police Department explorable? There are quite a few good things there."

Deathstroke lifted his eyes and glanced at him. He then opened the terminal to look at the map. The terrain of Gotham in this universe is indeed somewhat different from his universe, the specific location of the Gotham Police Department also differs, but both are quite close to the city center. They haven't really explored that place yet, going there once would be fine.

Deathstroke indeed had no expectations for what Gordon said about "good things." Their armaments were already very sufficient, big guns, small guns, all kinds of ammunition, enough to fight a local medium-sized war. The police station would merely have some police equipment, which looks decent to an ordinary squad, but placed with Deathstroke, it's just not enough to look at.

So he stood up and said: "Let's go around the city center."

Speaking of turning, it means physical turning. Because Gotham's city center has a large rotary, with southeast, northwest, and four directions respectively leading to four areas: east is the cathedral, west is the police station, south is the commercial street, north is the Gotham River and the riverside manor.

The cathedral they had visited before, but this time they went around again. The bishop and Constantine were still busy arranging the magic circle. These two people, when raiding, mainly focused on defense only, not attack. The magic circles are used to drive away monsters, but can only drive away, not eliminate. Monsters can't break in, and these two also can't go out, only saying it's a stalemate.

But this isn't bad either; their squad also only has two people. Gotham Cathedral is especially close to the city center, the monster quantity here is very high. Deathstroke and the agent might not necessarily be able to kill their way through. Being able to block these monsters outside the base entirely relies on Constantine's professional level being solid.

After going around once, saying hello, they started heading toward the Gotham Police Department, meanwhile completing an exploration task in this vicinity. After getting out of the car, the agent and Pride went to do the task, while Gordon and Deathstroke entered the police station.

Gordon rubbed his hands. He walked familiar with the route to the chief's office, opened the door and wanted to go in. But unexpectedly, there was a minor boss there, pointing at him and firing a "bang" shot.

Gordon narrowly dodged. He sized up this monster's back, discovering it looked like his colleague Detective Bullock. That guy indeed wasn't too clean, he was a gray cop walking the line between black and white. But Gordon knew, that was only a temporary measure. Bullock counts as a good policeman, on the surface he's very close with the gangs, but actually he's also using his own way to maintain Gotham's order, protecting those lower-class ordinary people.

"Deathstroke!" Gordon shouted. Gordon clearly knew he wasn't good at fighting, good thing there was a super mercenary who shouldn't go unused.

Deathstroke came up from downstairs, poked his head in to take a look, while holding the sword and walking in, saying: "I still thought this place would be you."

"I've always been a positive character." Gordon coldly snorted and said, "If Brainiac dares to make me into a boss, he'll have a bad time."

Deathstroke also didn't refute, raised the sword and chopped toward the minor boss. Bullock couldn't be his opponent, was defeated in two or three strikes. Gordon came into his familiar office, began to search the bookshelf.

"What are you looking for?" Deathstroke asked, "Looking at this bookshelf, it doesn't seem like there's anything valuable."

Who knew, Gordon fumbled on the bookshelf for a long time, didn't know what he pressed, the entire bookshelf slowly sank downward toward the ground. Deathstroke raised his eyebrows: "There's actually a secret room?"

After walking in, it wasn't actually a secret room, but an elevator. Gordon then entered a password again. The elevator descended, feeling like it descended at least seven or eight floors, currently should be around the third or fourth underground level. Walking out of the elevator, this place's space is very large.

Just as Deathstroke was puzzled about what exactly was underground in the Gotham Police Department, Gordon turned on the light. Appearing before Deathstroke's eyes, indeed was a tank.