Chapter 1735 S: The Great Event of Apocalypse (II)

Gotham, 10:20AM.

Several small black shadows on the skyline flew steadily towards the city. When the leading armed helicopter came over Gotham, the pilot couldn't help but curse.

"This is worse than Iraq!" A black agent turned his head and looked out the window. After taking a breath, he asked in disbelief: "Who attacked here?"

"It was those crazy people who attacked their brains." An older female agent said. She squeezed the can in her hand, waved to the others and said: "Get ready, we are going down!"

Of course, Amanda couldn't be stupid enough to send these agents to parachute. That could be said to be a 100% death. These elite agents sitting in the first plane were mainly to ensure that the people in the next few planes could arrive safely. They were a group of criminals controlled by Amanda with bomb collars and micro-bombs implanted in their brains.

They also belong to the category of super criminals, but most of them are serial killers and terrorists who have unfortunately exposed themselves.

This is the brilliant idea that Amanda came up with. First, throw some cannon fodder in to test the wind direction. Since the crazy people in Gotham asked her to send someone, there is no better way to kill two birds with one stone. Not only can we eliminate these troublemakers who will definitely cause trouble if they are thrown into the prison for serious criminals, but we can also cleverly complete the agreement with the crazy people.

Amanda looked at the pictures of the cannon fodder parachuting in the monitoring equipment, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Sometimes it is not just a tough attitude that wins the negotiation, but also a clever trick. Those crazy people with confused brains will not understand this.

But soon, her smile froze on her face.

There were no crazy people, no negotiating partners, no super criminals making any noise, only endless stray bullets and explosion fragments.

The crazy people who rushed out of Arkham Asylum disappeared, and there was really no movement at all.

"They gathered together to do something... Find them!" Amanda yelled into the intercom: "Or find their bodies!!!"

The cannon fodders threatened by the bombs in their bodies had no other choice. They began to search for the figures of the group of lunatics in the dangerous city.

Amanda was generous in giving them weapons and bullets, and also let them wear bulletproof vests, in order to extend their survival time as much as possible so that they can use their limited lives to do more things, but the problem is that Gotham's explosives are not ordinary explosives. You can't ask ordinary bulletproof vests to prevent the shrapnel from a super bomb with 16 flame enchantments. No protective measures of the FBI are so strong.

The cannon fodder team of five people in a group soon began to lose personnel tragically. The more than 200 people that Amanda had carefully collected and deployed were reduced by a quarter in an instant.

Gathering in a pile on the battlefield is never a good choice, especially since these criminals have no awareness of blocking bullets for their teammates, and do not understand the necessary sacrifices in strategic retreat. When faced with the fear of death, they can only scatter like birds and beasts.

Amanda and the elite agents kept yelling, hoping that they would come back and obey orders, but the problem was that if they stuck their heads out, they would be stabbed, and if they were killed by the bombs inside their bodies, they would die, and if they were killed by the bombs outside, they would die. Driven by fear, the criminals began to flee according to their instincts, and if everyone ran, Amanda could not kill them all.

Again, Amanda was not a very talented person, which was reflected in all aspects of her personality. She was very arrogant and extreme at many times, but she was too hesitant at many times.

She could not accept that they were all destroyed together just after she moved the beautifully wrapped gifts under the Christmas tree, and the face of the planner was also destroyed. This operation was not only her concern.

Especially if she gave the order to detonate all the bombs herself, she would become the laughing stock of the FBI for a long time to come. Although Amanda at this time had already played an important role in the FBI, she was obviously not able to completely call the shots. She had some concerns, so she did not dare to take action.

She hoped that the criminals could bring back a few words about Gotham, even if it was just one person who saw it.

But in the end, nothing happened. What was even more terrifying was that the carefully dressed gifts all disappeared. They were not dead, nor were they tragically blown to pieces. They just suddenly disappeared and became completely quiet. Even if Amanda ordered her men to detonate several bombs, there was no movement.

This terrifying dark city seemed to have become a whirlpool under the abyss. Anyone who dared to look at it would be sucked in, and they would not even have time to scream.

After parting with Robin, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy returned to Gotham City. Harley Quinn took out a huge hammer from somewhere and smashed the wall of the abandoned building with one hammer. It looked like a cafe there. There was a clock hanging on the wall, and it was still working normally.

She saw that it was about 9:30 in the morning, and there was still an hour before the arrival time mentioned by Amanda, so the two of them were not in a hurry and walked out slowly.

Harley Quinn looked up and looked around, then pointed to the tallest building left on the skyline and said, "Let's go over there. If that stupid woman sent a helicopter, they would definitely stop there...some nonsense like the high view is good."

Poison Ivy turned her head. She actually heard the implication of Harley Quinn's words, that is, the parachute was not an agent. The agent must be a monitor standing at a high place. Amanda tried to establish a stronghold at a high place to gain advantage. Location.

Poison Ivy sighed in her heart, those lunatics were right, Amanda was so stupid that it gave people a headache.

It doesn't mean that if you actively strive for every advantage like crazy, you will definitely be able to make progress. Many times, that kind of extreme psychology will create an illusion of superiority for people, but the illusion is still an illusion after all, and the bubble will eventually burst.

Poison Ivy didn't care what happened to Amanda. She stretched out her hand and pulled Harley Quinn's arm and said, "Don't you think it's a little too quiet here? If those crazy people have escaped, their goal is to lure the bats." Xia comes out, so he won’t make some big noise.”

Harley Quinn also frowned. She placed the hammer on the ground with the wooden handle facing up. She placed both hands on the top of the wooden handle and looked around with confusion. But at this moment, a fat black figure emerged from the The backside of the ruins of the building burst out.

Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn were stunned, not because there would be anyone here. After all, there are so many people in Gotham. Even if they have been reduced to a mess, there are still some big-hearted people who have not moved. They strangely rushed out. The dark figure was unsteady and unsteady, but dressed in an extremely neat suit.

"Miss! Two beautiful ladies! Please stay! Anderson Hadrow, please!"

Poison Ivy pursed her lips slightly, then turned her eyes downwards with a subtle movement, and took a look at her own dress. To put it simply, it was not very different from Broccoli. Even in Gotham, it could be called a Outlandish costumes.

"I almost thought I was wearing a dress." Harley Quinn crossed her arms and looked at the fat man with black curly hair and said, "Who are you?"

"Oh, my God, the weather is so nice today. It's such an honor for me to meet two beautiful ladies here." The fat man took out a square towel from his suit pocket and wiped his sweat and said, "I wonder if I can I am honored to take some of your time to ask you something?”

Harley Quinn chuckled twice because of him. She always appreciated such tacky jokes, so she said, "Ask me, there are very few things in this city that I don't know."

"Nothing is definitely not a difficult question, but it may be slightly offensive. What I want to ask is - did you two just come out of Arkham Asylum?"

"Well, in a sense yes."

Poison Ivy answered cautiously. She thought the other party was referring to whether they were imprisoned in Arkham Asylum for a long time. The answer was of course yes, although if it weren't for Batman, the hospital would be nothing special. Might as well rename it Batman Fan Club.

But suddenly the man let out a scream like an epileptic fit.

In an instant, a dozen men in black rushed out from nowhere, pushed the fat man away, and cleaned up the messy cafe full of building debris at an extremely alarming speed. net.

With a "swish" sound, a huge red carpet was rolled out from the door to the feet of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, and another group of strong gangsters in black suits filed in, standing in two rows. Around the red carpet.

A Presidential One that was polished brighter than the mirror slowly drove to the front of the red carpet. A fat man named Anderson finally squeezed in again, using the fat on his face to squeeze out every fold he could, until he was With a smile that couldn't be fuller, he bowed slightly to Harley Quinn and Harley, stretched out his hand towards the end of the red carpet and said.

"Ladies, please come this way!"

Even Harley Quinn was stunned now.

She blinked her eyes slightly and said: "Am I back in the dream where Bruce Wayne pursued me? If you dare to say that your boss's surname is Wayne, I will give you a slap right now...I am not clown!"

"Oh my god, madam, you must have misunderstood. It's like this. The head of the Lawrence family invites you with the utmost sincerity..."

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a noisy call was heard from the street outside, followed by "bang bang bang", "swish swish" and a series of screams.

A group of stronger men in black walked in, pushing and shoving. The big guy at the head was at least two meters tall, and the muscles all over his body seemed to burst the suit.

"Anderson, you fat pig! Can't your Lawrence family find a more decent person? Stay away and don't delay the good things of our Spencer family!!"

After he finished speaking, he took off his sunglasses, and Harley Quinn couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow" because this burly man in a suit had a face that looked like Brad Pitt, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a handsome face.

Poison Ivy smiled, whistled softly at him, tapped her lips with her fingertips, her eyes fell on his waist and said, "It doesn't look bad."

"Thank you for your compliment, madam. I must apologize for the unreasonable behavior of Anderson, a fat pig, towards you, but by no means all families are as incompetent as the Lawrence family."

"What on earth are you playing?" Harley Quinn interrupted the man impatiently.

The strong man immediately took a business card box from his men, took out a business card and handed it to Poison Ivy who was closer to him, and said.

"The Spencer family sincerely invites two special talents to join us. They will be offered high salaries and high positions with favorable treatment. They can work together for the benefit and make great plans together!"