Chapter 1734 S Apocalypse Event (II)

Gotham, 10:20AM.

Several small black shadows on the skyline flew steadily towards the city. When the leading helicopter arrived 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, which could be regarded as 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 was Amanda's brilliant idea. She threw some cannon fodder in to test the wind. Since the crazy people in Gotham asked her to send someone, there was no better way to kill two birds with one stone. She could not only eliminate the troublemakers who would definitely cause trouble if they were thrown into the prison for serious criminals, but also cleverly fulfill the agreement with the crazy people.

Amanda looked at the images 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 clever tricks. The 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. 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. This was to extend their survival time as much as possible so that they could do more with their limited lives. But the problem was that Gotham's explosives were not ordinary explosives. You can't ask ordinary bulletproof vests to prevent the shrapnel from a super-large bomb with 16 flame enchantments. No protective measures of the FBI were 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 sent down were reduced by a quarter in an instant.

Gathering in a pile on the battlefield was never a good choice, especially since these criminals had no awareness of blocking bullets for their teammates, and did not understand the necessary sacrifices during strategic retreat. When faced with the fear of death, they could 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 in many cases, but she was too hesitant in many cases.

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.

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. It looked like a cafe. 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 good view from a high place."

Poison Ivy turned her head. She actually heard what Harley Quinn meant, that is, the parachuted person would not be an agent, the agent must be a monitor standing at a high place, and Amanda was trying to establish a base at a high place to occupy a favorable position.

Poison Ivy sighed in her heart. What those crazy people said was right. Amanda was stupid enough to give people a headache.

It's not that you will definitely make progress if you actively strive for all advantages like crazy. Many times, that kind of extreme mentality will create an illusion that the advantage is in me, but illusions are illusions after all, and bubbles will always burst.

Poison Ivy didn't care what would happen to Amanda. She reached out and pulled Harley's arm and said, "Don't you think it's a little too quiet here? If those lunatics have escaped, their goal is to lure Batman out, so they won't make a big noise."

Harley also frowned. She put the hammer on the ground with the wooden handle facing up, and supported her hands on the top of the wooden handle. She looked around with a little doubt, but at this moment, a fat black shadow rushed out from the back of the ruins of the building.

Poison Ivy and Harley were stunned, not because there would be people here. After all, there are so many people in Gotham. Even if it has become a mess, there are always some carefree people who haven't moved. What they are surprised about is that the black shadow that rushed out was staggering and staggering, but wearing a very neat suit.

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

Poison Ivy pursed her lips slightly, then turned her eyes downward with a barely perceptible movement and took a look at her outfit. In short, it was not much different from Broccoli's, and even in Gotham, it could be considered a strange outfit.

"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 really nice today. It's my honor to meet two beautiful ladies here." The fat man took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped his sweat and said, "May I have the honor to take up a little of your time to ask you something?"

Harley Quinn was made to giggle twice by him. She always appreciated such cheesy jokes, so she said, "Ask, there are few things in this city that I don't know."

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

"Well, in a sense, yes."

Poison Ivy answered quite cautiously. She thought the other party meant whether they were imprisoned in Arkham Asylum for a long time. The answer is of course yes, although if it wasn't Batman, there was nothing special about the hospital. It might as well be renamed the Batman Fan Club.

But suddenly the man screamed like an epileptic seizure.

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

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

A Presidential No. 1, which was polished brighter than a mirror, slowly drove to the front of the red carpet. The fat man named Anderson finally squeezed in again, squeezed out every wrinkle that could be squeezed out with the fat on his face, until his smile could not be fuller, bowed slightly to Harley Quinn and Harley, and stretched out his hand to the end of the red carpet and said.

"Ladies, please come this way!"

Even Harley Quinn was stunned.

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

"Oh my God, ma'am, you must have misunderstood. It's like this. The head of the Lawrence family sincerely invites you to go..."

Just then, something strange happened. There was a noisy call from the street outside, followed by "bang bang bang", "swoosh swoosh" and a series of screams.

A group of stronger men in black pushed and shoved in. The big guy in the lead was at least two meters tall, and his muscles seemed to burst his suit.

"Anderson, you fat pig! Can't you Lawrence family find someone more presentable? Get out of the way, don't mess up our Spencer family's good fortune!!"

After saying that, he took off his sunglasses, and Harley Quinn couldn't help but exclaim "Wow", because this strong 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 at him, tapped her lips with the tip of her finger, and said with her eyes on his waist, "Looks good."

"Thank you for your compliment, ma'am. I must apologize for Anderson's unreasonable behavior towards you, but not all families are as desperate as the Lawrence family."

"What tricks 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, with high salaries and high positions, preferential treatment, and common interests and great plans!"