PFC Chapter 4669 Desperate Escape (41)
Chapter 4669 Desperate Escape (41)
Chapter 4669 A Desperate Escape (Forty-One)
"Security...security..."
Greed, holding the walkie-talkie, said weakly, "21...21...number..."
The communication channel was silent for a moment. Greed knew something was wrong. He called for Deathstroke, but Deathstroke was also doing this for the first time and probably wasn't very familiar with it, so he said again, "It's that room where... the pulley system broke down before..."
The reason they used walkie-talkies instead of the team channel was because the agent was also on the team channel. That damned mole, if he knew where I was, he'd come rushing over to silence me. The battle realm communication channel was also unusable because Greed hadn't added Deathstroke from the main universe as a friend; they didn't know each other before, so they could only use walkie-talkies to call for help.
A crackling noise came through the communication channel, followed by a slightly muffled voice saying, "That room, right? I'll be there soon."
Greed instantly broke out in a cold sweat. This wasn't the sound of a death knell!
There are two possibilities. Either Deathstroke was taken down by someone—this person could be an agent or Bruce, as the other person was clearly speaking with their mouth covered, making it difficult to hear clearly. Or, Deathstroke was unfamiliar with this job and carelessly tossed the walkie-talkie somewhere, which was then picked up by the two of them.
Greed glanced again at the wall that had been pried open a little, gritted his teeth, stood up while holding onto the wall, and slowly moved towards the inside of the passage.
Just as Harley guessed, for the sake of convenience, the structure outside the rooms was very simple: all the maintenance rooms in the rooms were connected to the energy room through the staff passage, one room per passage, with no connection and no other exit.
In other words, if the guy with the walkie-talkie is coming to him from the central energy room, there's only one way he can get away, because Harley is blocking his way outside, so he can't leave at all.
Greed struggled to move, eventually reaching the deeper maintenance room. Sure enough, Deathstroke had left the wrench there after fixing the pulley system. Greed picked up the wrench and stood at the entrance to the passageway leading to the central energy room.
He slowly unwrapped the coat wrapped around his abdomen, holding a wrench in his other hand, his body pressed against the wall.
Countless colors flickered before his eyes, and because of this, he was able to anticipate the other party's arrival, sensing a jumble of thoughts approaching, and greedily gripped the wrench.
When the figure walked in, Greed did not strike directly with the wrench, but instead threw out his blood-stained coat, which covered the person's upper body.
The other party was clearly shocked, but reacted very quickly. Instead of struggling to get the things off, they dodged to the side.
The wrench, wielding superhuman strength, struck with tremendous force. But for some reason, it veered slightly off course. It missed the head, but struck the arm instead.
"Crack!"
"Uh!!!"
The bone snapped with a crack, and the man froze in pain.
Greed didn't linger, shoved the other person aside, and rushed into the passage behind him.
Bruce ripped off the blood-stained clothes covering him and turned to chase after her into the passage. At that moment, Harley also smashed through the wall and ran into the passage.
In the room where the lantern was, Loki studied it for a long time before releasing another group of people. Meanwhile, the group that Thor had been besieging finally remembered to escape. They each chose a door to enter. Loki hesitated for a moment, then led Thor to chase after the Joker.
This guy was the first to fall, which means he couldn't be the mole. He must be a wealthy man who was tricked by the mole. Killing him first is definitely the right thing to do.
After Batman and Superman emerged, Batman jumped onto the platform where the lantern was located. He first used an iron crowbar to pry open the chain binding the door of the employee passageway on the floor. Once the chain loosened, he used a crowbar to pry open the door. Finally, the chain broke, and the door opened.
Batman also released a group of people, namely Charles and Eric. However, after releasing them, they went down the staff passage, preparing to explore the secrets beyond the checkpoint.
After Charles and Eric came out, since there was no one left in the room and the door to the next level was open, they discussed it for a moment and decided that instead of following the storyline, they should hurry up and complete the level. After releasing the next group, they headed towards the next level.
Finally, Anatoly and Lucifer emerged. Anatoly thought for a moment, then randomly chose a door—the very door through which Stark had escaped.
After everyone left, the room became quiet. But one person remained: Pride.
After everyone left, he sighed, walked out of his cubicle, walked along the circular path to the platform, and then went down through the central staff passage to the maintenance room below.
He looked around but didn't find anything unusual. He then walked towards another passage that led to the central energy room.
Greed rushed into the central energy room at top speed. He was running out of energy and had to make an effective response before his pursuers arrived. The first thing he did was rush to the lighting power switch and pull the lever down sharply.
"Zi la la-"
All the lights at the checkpoints, including those in the employee passageway, flashed twice and then went out. Everyone was plunged into darkness. Greed breathed a sigh of relief in the darkness.
Darkness is a disadvantage for others, but for Greed, whose talents are now at their maximum and are tantamount to having full map vision, it is a huge advantage.
Greed has not used this ability for a long time. After all, as the mastermind who coordinates everything behind the scenes, he has not been in a desperate situation for a long time, and there are even few crises. He still prefers to solve problems in the usual way.
But now it's clearly not going to work. We're surrounded by enemies; if we don't open up now, we're doomed.
Greed focused his mind and then discovered a huge problem—in addition to Bruce and Harley, whom he had injured, there were two other teams heading this way.
Greed didn't have time to look closely, because Bruce was almost there. The two of them were practically neck and neck, arriving at the central energy room almost simultaneously. Fortunately, the terrain here was quite complex. In addition to the energy equipment, there were also several shelves piled with tools and parts, so Bruce couldn't spot him immediately.
But Greed soon discovered that Bruce was also moving with ease here, because he had been here before and had memorized the terrain, so all he had to do next was conduct a thorough search.
There was no going back to the energy room. Greed took a deep breath; now he had no choice but to take a gamble, find a passage to go in, and hope that no one was inside, then leave through that checkpoint room.
Actually, it didn't matter which path you chose; aside from the two that were already confirmed to be occupied, others might come in later. Greedy, he simply picked one randomly and stumbled inside.
Fortunately, the pressure applied to the wound reduced the bleeding and the smell of blood was not very strong. Even though Bruce was right behind a shelf, Greed managed to brush past him and run into the passageway.
As Bruce continued his inspection of the energy room, he suddenly heard the sound of wind in his ear. He instinctively dodged, and his severed right arm hit the shelf behind him, causing him to let out a soft cry of pain.
The other party seemed to stop immediately. Bruce narrowed his eyes and raised his voice, "Who are you?"
There was no reply. Because it was completely dark, Bruce couldn't see who it was. Judging from the speed and force of the punch, it could be Batman.
But how did Batman find his location? And why did he attack him?
Bruce realized what was happening in a moment. The damned organizer had thrown that blood-stained jacket at him, besides being used to blind him and launch a sneak attack, was also meant to make him smell of blood. When he pulled the lights, everyone would have to rely on their sense of smell and touch to find him, and if he carried a strong scent of blood, he would definitely be targeted by the other players.
No, not all players, because not all players necessarily know that one of the organizers was seriously injured and bleeding profusely. However, there is one person who definitely knows, and that is the person who injured him.
It turned out that Batman had stabbed the organizer. That was quite a ruthless attack. Bruce couldn't help but take two steps back. Even though he wasn't the organizer, he felt guilty nonetheless.
He knew all too well the mess he'd just made in the multiverse. If Batman from the main universe found out he'd sneaked out to play games, he'd probably be kicked out of the Source Wall. So he lowered his voice and said, "I'm not an organizer..."
"I can see that now," Batman's deep voice rang out. Before Bruce could even catch his breath, a fist the size of a sandbag appeared before him.
Bruce instinctively dodged, but was still struck in the shoulder, specifically in his injured arm. He let out a scream. The attacker withdrew his hand and asked, "Are you hurt?"
Bruce gritted his teeth and remained silent. Then Batman simply lifted him up, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and headed out of the passage.
"Wait, wait, put me down!!!" Bruce struggled, "Can't we talk this out?! This is a cooperative dungeon, you can't..."
Before he could even finish his sentence, Batman put him down again, this time on an empty workbench. Bruce looked at Batman with some horror; was he going to dissect him?!
Bruce wasn't being overly pessimistic; the key was that he couldn't even tell which Batman it was, but judging from the way he attacked the organizers, this guy was definitely not a good person.
But wait, if he's definitely not a good person, then wouldn't he be on the same side as me?
Bruce hesitated, unsure whether to reveal his identity. Just then, Batman fiddled with Bruce's right arm and whispered something to Superman behind him. A moment later, Superman returned with a long, rectangular steel plate: "This is all I found."
Batman took it, looked at it, nodded, and then picked up a roll of cable from the side. He used the steel plate and cable to fix Bruce's broken arm and made a sling around his neck to prevent the pain caused by the constant dislocation and friction of the bones.
A thousand words choked in his throat; Bruce was truly feeling guilty at this moment.
After greedily rushing into the passage, he walked for a short while before sitting down against the wall. He was truly exhausted; it was safe to say that if it weren't for the adrenaline rush, he wouldn't have lasted this long.
However, his body temperature quickly rose, he felt a burning thirst, and then waves of hallucinations and dizziness washed over him. In this dizziness, he vaguely sensed someone walking towards him.
It seemed the gamble had failed. Greed closed its eyes, letting despair engulf it. Then, a voice pierced the night like the first rays of dawn:
"How did you get yourself into such a sorry state, all because of your greed?"
(End of this chapter)