PFC Chapter 3589 Edge of Tomorrow (35)
Chapter 3589 Edge of Tomorrow (35)
Chapter 3589: Edge of Tomorrow (Thirty-Five)
When Captain Boomerang was knocked down, Pamela had already discovered that the most difficult revenge demon who could use fire powers was standing on the second floor.
This guy's ability can be said to be the strongest in the entire Task Force X. Not only can he use fire infinitely to burn others, but at critical moments he can also turn into an Indian fire god and fight others in close combat with his flaming fists.
The most troublesome thing is that he is naturally good at fighting against Pamela's plant ability. There is no plant in this world that is not afraid of fire. If he cannot be killed in the first place, then this operation will definitely fail.
Fortunately, Pamela is not the kind of egomaniac who believes that she can solve all problems. When she came, she asked her teammates in the Tomorrow Alliance for advice.
Pamela dodged and let the vines drag her to the second floor. The moment she landed, she threw a grenade at the vengeful demon who had just turned around.
The grenade exploded, and Pamela hid in the bud of a huge vine. The fear gas bomb with the scarecrow logo instantly filled a small area on the second floor. The vengeful demon was caught off guard and screamed on the spot.
Pamela didn't know if he would still catch fire if she just tied him up with vines, so she chose the safest method - she took out the freezing gun and froze him into a big ice block.
At this time, Deathstroke came to the second floor, and Talia rushed to the first floor. Deathstroke fired another round from top to bottom, successfully knocking down the Death Shooter and the Witch.
"Go!" said Deathstroke. "Here comes the big shark!"
Pamela nodded, and the two of them went down the stairs along the vines behind the second-floor window and slipped away as quickly as possible.
On the first floor, Talia was still fighting Batman in close combat, fighting one against two. Just as she dodged Batman's kick with her agile body and punched Batman on the cheekbone, a strong figure roared and rushed in from the back door.
Deathstroke and Pamela, who had already slipped back into the car, finally had time to turn on the surveillance equipment and take a look at the scene in the house.
When Deathstroke knocked down the Deadshot, he deliberately chose a good angle and made him lie on his back, so that the monitoring equipment he put in his chest pocket could work normally. Although the angle was a bit awkward and only half of the room could be photographed, it happened to capture the scene of King Shark rushing in.
"Is this big guy really that strong?" Deathstroke remembered Schiller's warning to them before they came.
"There are only two people worth noting in Task Force X. One is the vengeful demon who controls fire, and the other is the Shark King who doesn't look that smart."
"The vengeance demon has weaknesses. As long as you can attack his body, his abilities will be disabled. But you'd better avoid the Shark King. His skin is invulnerable, and he's very powerful. The most important thing is that you can't reason with him, and you don't even have a chance to beg for mercy. If you don't want to be eaten by him, it's best to stay away from him."
At this time, the surveillance footage also showed the current status of the Assassin's League's battle. After the Shark King rushed in, without any fancy moves, he grabbed a ninja and stuffed it into his mouth.
A living person was swallowed by him. Talia was shocked when she turned around and saw this scene. She rushed towards the Shark King, but the fighting skills that Talia was proud of were useless to the Shark King. The other party swung his arm and Talia was directly knocked out.
Talia fell heavily against the wall and coughed twice, blood flowing out of her mouth. She found that Deathstroke and Pamela were no longer in the room, and she knew that the two of them probably ran away when they saw that the situation was not good.
Fortunately, they had achieved results, and most of Task Force X's combat power had been destroyed. Talia gritted her teeth, and the grappling hook wrapped around the beam on the roof, brought her to the second floor, and swung directly out of the window.
This operation was a great success. When Pamela and Deathstroke returned to the base, they received warm applause from the others.
"Did you all see that?" Pamela said.
"Yes, miss, you looked so cool when you broke into the room through the window!" Victor said, "Of course, you are worthy of the title of the world's number one mercenary."
"How many people did you kill?" Cobert had obviously just arrived and had not seen the combat video.
"The one playing with the rope is probably dead." Deathstroke thought for a moment and said, "The one throwing the boomerang may be saved, but the hope is slim. The one holding the sniper rifle should have a high chance of surviving, but he will have to rest for a few months."
"The witch's ribs were broken," Pamela said. "She should be the least injured, but her physical condition is also the worst. It will probably take her several months to recover."
"I froze the one who played with fire." Pamela looked at Victor and said, "As long as no one can unfreeze you, he will never be able to participate in the battle."
"Who's left?" Schiller asked.
"King Shark is not injured," Pamela said, "and there is one person missing from the team, the one with the samurai sword. He might have gone out and is not injured. One of the two Batmen is injured, but I think that minor injury is nothing to them."
"You better hope their two Supermen are busy enough," Schiller said. "If they know you hurt Batman, they'll give you a hard time."
"It wasn't me who hurt him." Pamela looked at Deathstroke.
"If he causes me trouble, I'll say you asked me to do it." Deathstroke walked aside to clean his gun and said, "Besides, he only hurt his shoulder. He shouldn't let the dog bite me, right?"
While the Tomorrow Alliance was discussing the battle situation enthusiastically, Amanda's office felt like the coldest time of the year. She felt like she was buried in a snow cave, feeling cold from head to toe.
"Why would this happen!! Why the fuck would this happen!!!" Amanda said, waving her arms in the middle of the office, "How dare that damn Assassin's League do this?!!!"
After a while of incompetent rage, she finally came to her senses. If the team she had carefully assembled was ruined, then all the conditions Diamond Street promised her would be invalid.
Those people are the most ruthless. When you are useful, they are very enthusiastic about you; when you are no longer useful, they will be very ruthless. Amanda doesn't want to be abandoned like this.
She stood in the middle of the office, turned around, and walked towards the command hall. The subordinate guarding the door came over and followed her. Amanda waved at him and said, "Activate prisons numbered 101 to 103. Also, publish the mercenary recruitment information, double the price for them, and be sure to pick the strongest ones!"
In the dim prison corridor, fully armed security personnel, guarded by soldiers with live ammunition, opened the cell door. A man with colorful polka dots all over his body walked out of the door.
Then, the second cell door opened. Before the figure came out, a sentence floated out: "Is the operation of the first team not going smoothly? Did the super artificial intelligence finally drive Waller crazy?"
"You're trying to drive me crazy, but it's too early." Amanda appeared at the end of the corridor. "Wise man, long time no see."
"I know you don't want to see me, but I do want to meet Brainiac. Is it because you guys are all electronics idiots that you describe him as so strong?"
"Don't be so arrogant here." Amanda said, leaning against the wall. "Brainiac is not as easy to deal with as you think. I guess he has a team under him, and their professionalism is comparable to ours. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of you, an old hacker."
The figure in the cell finally came out. A man with long white hair stood opposite Amanda.
"No matter who they are, I will make them understand how powerful I am."
"I hope so."
In the office, a capable woman in a black leather jacket hurried over, put a document in front of Amanda and said, "One good news, one bad news."
"The good news is that a lot of people responded to our mercenary mission, and we picked out the two most capable ones. The bad news is that the most capable one among this group is Deathstroke, and the other one is called Poison Ivy, also known as Pamela Isley."
Amanda's eyes widened, but she quickly looked away and said, "These mercenaries are like this. They will work for whoever pays them. If the Assassin's League pays them, they will come to cause trouble for us; but if we pay them, they can naturally be used by us."
"There is another problem. The price they ask is very high." The woman frowned and said, "If we use this price to hire ordinary mercenaries, we can probably hire a legion."
"Quality is more important than quantity. You have seen their performance and they are well worth the price. Tell them that our budget is sufficient and if they are willing to work hard, there will be extra bonuses."
The woman nodded and left. Not long after, another subordinate came in and said, "Slipknot is confirmed dead. Captain Boomerang is still being rescued, and the current situation is not optimistic. Deadshot is no longer in danger, but is still under observation."
"However, the frozen vengeance demon cannot be unlocked. We have tentatively confirmed that this technology belongs to cryogenicist Victor Freese, and we have also found a support phone number on his research team's website. Do you want to call him?"
"Is this ice so powerful? Even fire can't do anything about it?"
"This kind of ice is called dense ice, which can achieve almost zero heat exchange with the outside world. The technology has been put into commercial application for more than five years, and it is estimated that it will win the Nobel Prize within five years."
"Although there are no news reports about this technology being applied to weapons, he should have given the weapons to his students privately for self-defense. Miss Aisley should have gotten them from him."
"Then contact Professor Freese for me," Amanda said, "and ask him to work for us. The price is negotiable."
After the subordinate left, Amanda wanted to go back to her office, but suddenly someone rushed in and said, "The wise man's mental illness has recurred. He said he spent 150 years in the past hour. Our people subdued him, but he refused to accept psychological treatment."
"Damn it! Why do things always happen at this time?!" Amanda cursed, and suddenly seemed to remember something, "Is that Victor Freese a professor at Gotham University? Go, call him back for me, and ask him to invite one more person over, quickly!"
"Okay, okay, who should I invite?"
"Schiller Rodriguez."
Half an hour later, Schiller stood outside the cell door, looking at the white-haired man sitting inside, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
"Professor Schiller, I paid a lot of money to invite you here, not just to see you standing here in silence." Amanda crossed her arms and said, "Is there any hope for his condition?"
"The high price you paid is the only reason I'm still standing here," Schiller said. "Even if there is a cure, are you going to let a recovering mental patient deal with an alien super artificial intelligence?"
"There are no human rights codes here! And you're not a doctor," Amanda said. "Please skip the script and insult the students' intelligence and just tell me what's wrong with him and how to treat him!"