The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3591 Edge of Tomorrow (37)

Chapter 3591 Edge of Tomorrow (Thirty-Seven)

"Hello? Hello?! Is anyone listening?!"

The electronic screen on Diamond Street lit up again and suddenly a woman's face appeared. She was wearing heavy makeup, her mouth looked like a bloody mouth, and her white hair was tied into two ponytails. She kept swaying in front of the camera.

"Well, look at the crap you made." The voice coming from the electronic screen was intermittent, and it was unclear who she was complaining to.

"Aha!" She suddenly leaned close to the camera, almost touching her eyeballs to the surface of the lens, then rolled her eyeballs with a gurgling sound, and suddenly screamed and moved her face away, saying in a startled manner, "It's okay! It's okay, they can see me now!"

"Good afternoon, Gotham! Uh, I mean, this brand new Gotham! The brand new and boring Gotham - never mind that. I want to tell you that Harley Quinn is here! Hahahahahaha!"

The woman threw her head back and laughed a series of times, but suddenly wiped off the lipstick on her lips, leaving a long mark on her cheek. She opened her mouth wide, moved her lips vigorously, as if she was suddenly angry, and stared at the camera with a cold look.

"Well, I heard that the people here have some trouble with dear little Pudding. His revenge is always quick, isn't it? But I can't find him now, I can't find him!"

"So--" Harley on the screen took a few steps back, revealing the scene behind her. Behind her was a huge chemical pool, with three people tied up and hanging back to back above the chemical pool.

"These are his enemies. Really? I don't know," Harry waved his hand. "I just picked up three unlucky guys from that street. But it took me a short time, no one noticed, and I even had time to buy a cup of coffee. He would be proud of me, right?"

"No!" Harry suddenly raised his head and said to the air, "Even if I don't do this, he will definitely come to me! These damn stupid pigs don't understand how romantic and considerate he is. I will kill them all! Right now!!!"

"And you," Harley turned her head and leaned in close to the camera, "and you idiots, I'm going to blow you up too! You sons of bitches, bastards, just wait for me!"

After saying that, she reached out and turned off the camera with an angry look on her face.

As the screen went black, Amanda couldn't help but cover her forehead. At this moment, they were sitting in a place that looked like a movie theater. Amanda pointed at the people sitting in the seats and said:

"This is what you get for patrolling Diamond Street, isn't it?"

"We didn't hear any noise on Diamond Street," Pamela said. "I'm sure she didn't rush into Diamond Street and kidnap these people, but she used some method to trick them away."

"There are more and more strange people." Deathstroke couldn't help but sigh.

Batman's face was very serious. Recently they had received bad news. First the mysterious professor chose to cooperate with Brainiac, and now a Harley Quinn suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

It is obvious that the Harley Quinn in this universe is not Harley Quinn at all, so where did this crazy woman who appeared on the electronic screen of Diamond Street come from?

However, Batman, who had fought with Harley Quinn before, knew that this crazy woman had some extraordinary abilities. Although she seemed to have no special abilities, she could inexplicably appear in places where she shouldn't be.

Since he could come to other universes through the fighting world, it was not impossible for the other party to come here. But the problem now was that before the Joker was dealt with, another capable helper came, which made it even more difficult to deal with.

"Save the people first," Batman said. He knew there were no good people on Diamond Street, but even so, he couldn't let these lunatics lynch them. Moreover, Harley Quinn didn't look like she was going to judge them. At most, she wanted to use them to attract the Joker's attention, and then they would definitely end up miserably.

Amanda rested her arms on the table in front of her and said, "The budget we submitted to Congress has been approved. At the same time, two mysterious employers are willing to pay a large sum of money for us to protect the safety of Diamond Street. If we do a good job this time, each of you will get a bonus."

"What are we waiting for? I think we can leave now." A black-haired girl sitting on the edge said, and the two mice on her shoulders squeaked in unison.

Pamela turned to look at her, remembering what happened this morning when they were heading to the training grounds.

FBI Teaching Facility, New Jersey. 7:00 AM.

She turned on the tap, squeezed toothpaste onto the toothbrush, and put it in her mouth. Pamela yawned with her mouth full of foam and smoothed her hair with her hands.

Buzz-buzz-

She walked into the bedroom with a toothbrush in her mouth, picked up the vibrating phone and put it to her ear. Amanda's voice came from the phone:

"Gather at the central training ground at 8:00. Better not be late."

"Don't worry, I'll be there after breakfast."

After brushing her teeth, she wiped her face with cold water. Pamela put on some makeup to maintain her villain image, and instead of wearing that complicated skirt, she put on a sweatshirt and jeans and went out.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Victor had already ordered. Pamela walked over and they sat face to face.

"The lives of these agents are too luxurious," Victor said, tapping the edge of the plate with his knife. "The steaks are much better than those in the school cafeteria. The butter used for bread is all from famous brands, and the coffee beans are also very good."

“Is my character a vegetarian?”

"No, you are Poison Ivy, you should be a carnivore."

"Forget it, never mind." Pamela took the menu and ordered a few dishes at random. While waiting for the dishes to be served, she lowered her voice and said, "We really made the right choice to come here. Their soaps are all Lancome, and the bathtubs are so comfortable that I almost passed out in the bath."

"The bedding is also very good," Victor said. "The mattress is very comfortable to sleep on. I really want to ask what brand they use. I want to buy two for my home."

"Why do you need to buy this? Can't you just ask Amanda to write the mattress on her budget sheet?"

"Isn't this a bit bad? Can mattresses be classified as combat supplies?"

"Why not? Deathstroke even reported the laundry detergent he uses at home. I also reported 500 cartons of color ink to keep for the printer in my lab. That stuff is so expensive. If I don't take this opportunity to report it, do I have to pay for it myself?"

"You are too ruthless," Victor said. "500 boxes of color ink, even if used to print battle maps, can fill up the entire room."

"Come on, this is the tax we paid, so it's only natural that we use it for ourselves," Pamela said. "If you don't file a claim, just give me your share of the reimbursement. I overpaid for watering the backyard last month, so this is a good opportunity to file a claim."

As they were chatting, the door of the restaurant was pushed open again. The people who came in this time were very distinctive: the leader was the white-haired old man, followed by a young man with colorful polka dots, a man in a blue vest, and a woman who looked normal but a little reserved.

A few people walked to the table on the other side and sat down, seemingly talking in low voices. However, the topic they were talking about was definitely much more serious than that of Pamela and Victor. It seemed that they were discussing a battle plan.

After a while, the vengeful demon came over. He saw Victor and recognized him as the one who unfrozen him yesterday. He hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

"Hello, Dr. Freese."

"Hello. What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, not really. I just want to say that you're awesome. Your freezing technique." The other party was obviously not good at speaking and spoke incoherently, but Victor could tell that he was sincerely praising him.

"Thank you." Victor smiled at him.

This smile seemed to encourage him. He sat there, clenched his fists on his knees, and said, "I like this way very much."

"what?"

"It can defeat them, but it won't hurt them." The vengeful demon said, "This is a very good way to fight. It would be great if this kind of weapon could be used in every war."

Victor discovered that this man, who was covered in tattoos and looked like a gang member, was not as violent as he appeared to be. He was a little taciturn and seemed to be a pacifist.

"Actually, I'm more interested in you," Victor said. "I heard that your faith comes from the Indian ancestor god. Can you tell me about him?"

Speaking of this, the vengeful demon naturally had a lot to say. The two of them chatted until two Batmen walked in.

In fact, not many people here like Batman, because they are the Suicide Squad, not the Justice League. People who work here are for all kinds of reasons, but not for justice.

Batman, who looked very righteous, didn't fit in with their atmosphere. And his eyes were too inquiring, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Batman didn't intend to put up with the cold butt. The two Batmen sat at a table by themselves. Breakfast ended in a relatively peaceful atmosphere.

After the training, everyone came to the central training ground. The central training ground is an open-air training ground with a large area, like a stadium, but the ground is made of plastic and there are all kinds of training equipment.

Amanda stood in the middle of the training ground, her hair flying in the wind. She clapped her hands and said, "This is the first assembly of Team 2. What I need you to do is to describe and demonstrate your abilities so that others can understand them, and then conduct simulated combat training to deal with the crises that may come later. Starting from left to right, Deathstroke, you go first."

For the sake of the laundry detergent for the next 50 years, Deathstroke did not shirk his responsibility. He stepped forward and said, "I am Deathstroke, you should have heard of my name, or at least heard of my news..."

"Oh, yes," the polka-dot guy next to him said, "You're the one who killed the Soviet leader. You're so cool!"

Amanda glared at him and he stepped back timidly.

"I'm just an ordinary mercenary," said Deathstroke. "If I have to say I have any advantages, it's that I can use more firearms, my marksmanship is not bad, I know some close combat, and I can make tactical arrangements. That's about it."

"Now is not the time to be modest," Amanda said. "I have borrowed a few instructors from the FBI. You can demonstrate your abilities on them. But it's best not to get anyone killed, understand?"

As soon as she finished speaking, several very strong agents came out of the door next to her. They were wearing tight shirts with FBI logos printed on them. Whether it was their walking posture or their words and deeds, they all revealed a solemn temperament.

Then, they were all knocked down by Deathstroke within five seconds.