Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4541 - 3624 Edge of Tomorrow (33)

Shiller sat at the card table in the mansion, listlessly playing solitaire. Victor was adjusting the equipment on the side, saying as he worked, "This logistics role really suits you. Everyone's out working, and we're just sitting here doing nothing."

"If you don't want to be idle, you could go gather some information."

"Forget it, Diamond Street isn't exactly a nice place." Victor glanced at his watch, then said, "Besides, they should be back soon."

"I'm back!" Harley pushed open the mansion door and said, "Good news, they took the bait!"

"Were the action group members successful?" Shiller turned his head to look at her and asked.

"Of course! Diamond Street is in chaos, which means the chemical plant attack went smoothly. The footage Brainiac forged was excellent; it's sure to have tricked them."

Shiller nodded; this didn't surprise him.

An hour earlier, they began dividing tasks.

"Victor and I will go to Diamond Street to wait for news," Harley said. "We're both known to be wealthy, so coming and going on Diamond Street won't arouse anyone's suspicion; we'll just say we're there to discuss business."

"The action team is also ready to head out," Pamela waved and said, "I, Deathstroke, and Killer Croc will each handle a factory. Causing a commotion won't be a problem, but our abilities are completely different from those of the ninjas, so we'll have to rely on post-production editing."

"No problem," Brainiac said, "I'll provide them with edited surveillance footage right away. With current human means, it's impossible to detect any issues."

"You also have to find a way to let them know what the Assassin's Union is doing with their money," Shiller said, "Have you found a suitable target yet?"

"Yes, I have. I'm sending him information now."

Gotham Diamond Street, 7:00 PM.

The phone on the table suddenly vibrated. A man in a blue shirt picked it up, looked at the message that appeared, and first frowned, then his eyes gradually widened.

"Is this true? Brainiac?" he typed back, "Do you mean the bomb materials Joker used were from that batch procured by that woman?"

Brainiac replied with a long string of text, not only analyzing the situation clearly but also listing the differences between the shipment quantity and usage amount reports, explaining that all the missing bomb materials had disappeared. He also gave his conclusion—if it's not dealt with quickly, the bombing incident might happen again. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

There's no need for Brainiac to continue persuading. Everyone knows, Joker's last act brought down three buildings, causing numerous casualties on Diamond Street. Last time, he was lucky not to have been working in one of those buildings, but what if it happens again? Who could say they'd definitely be safe?

The man grabbed his phone and hurried out.

He didn't have time to knock; he rushed straight into the bald boss's office, ignoring the boss's lover and the boss's face, as dark as a pot's bottom, and directly handed over the phone.

The boss took a glance at the phone, looked surprised at first, but when he saw the data in the report, his face turned rigid.

Only elites of the elite can get into Diamond Street. There may be foolish show-offs among politicians, but financiers never miscalculate even the decimal points.

The bald boss immediately realized the severity of the situation. He began dialing on the phone to inform his colleagues. In less than half an hour, they'd all gathered together.

"That damned bitch!" a blond man cursed, "At the time, he said he would place a large number of bombs in all unfinished subway stations in Gotham, but where are the bombs? Why haven't any exploded?!"

"She said she would arrange it, and you believed her?" the bald boss said, "Didn't any of you send someone to check?!"

"Those are all unfinished construction sites; how could our people get in? Besides, you know very well, that damned Gordon and Nepier work together, and police car responses are faster than Old Ines can shoot; what could I do?"

"I haven't had time to check either. I'm not some big shot like you guys; the latest trade restrictions nearly bankrupted me! I've been working for three consecutive nights!"

After a few arguments, the bald boss finally stood up and said, "The biggest issue now is the whereabouts of a large amount of bomb material. If it's really as that artificial intelligence judged, and it all ended up in Joker's hands, then the whole Diamond Street will be blown sky high!"

"Indeed, my boss has already run off," the blond man shrugged and said, "If I didn't have loans to repay, would I stay in such a dangerous place?"

"We can't cooperate with the Assassin's Union anymore!" a gray-haired old man said, "They never intended to help us solve the problem from the start; they just wanted to scam us out of our money. Brainiac is far more ethical than they are!"

"Alright, I'll call them. They shouldn't expect to get another penny from me!"

The bald boss picked up the phone to dial. But just then, an employee rushed in and said, "It's bad, boss, there's an incident at the factory in the West District!"

"What?!!"

Ten minutes later, the bald boss looked at the surveillance footage on the screen, his face pale. He took a few deep breaths and said, "That damned bitch! They must know we've uncovered their conspiracy and they're acting to kill witnesses to prevent us from getting evidence!"

"What do we do now?" the blond man frowned, looking a bit scared, and said, "Their ninjas are too strong, killing several people within seconds. If they come to Diamond Street to find us..."

There was a moment of silence inside the conference room.

"It's alright," the white-haired elder spoke up, "The Federal Bureau of Investigation has already stepped in. I'll notify Congress and have them do their best to ensure the safety of Diamond Street."

"That's not enough," another woman with black hair said, "We have money, and everyone loves money. If we can hire them, we can naturally hire others. We cannot entrust our own safety to the Federal Bureau of Investigation; it's best to purchase some other form of protection."

The bald boss's fingertip moved slightly, and he said, "I remember there was someone named Waller who created a Superpower Organization?"

"That's right, I think it's called... Federation Shield?"

"Call Waller," he tapped the table and said, "Those ninjas are superpower users, and superpower users must be used against them."

"But won't she demand a lion's share?"

"It's not a matter of money now, but whether we can find someone with money. Do you have another choice besides her? Since you don't, there's a need to seriously negotiate. Besides, once we've stabilized, whatever she has taken will have to be returned."

The others sighed but said nothing more, implicitly agreeing with the bald man's approach.

Amanda, in her office, was slightly surprised by the phone call she received. Her eyes turned, and her mouth couldn't help but lift into a smile, her hand brushing her face to control the twitching of her facial muscles.

"No problem, I'll take the job. But I don't want money; I remember you have a few congressmen's strongholds in your hands, right?"

A few minutes later, Amanda hung up the phone with a look of satisfaction. Then a subordinate walked in, saying, "Boss, someone named Batman wants to see you. Should we let him in?"

"Batman? Oh, I know, it's those two Batmans appearing on Diamond Street, right? These days, hero titles are shared."

Amanda sighed and permitted her subordinate to call him in. But having just secured support from Diamond Street, she inevitably felt somewhat complacent, disregarding Batman's warnings.

"I know, you're all afraid of that Joker character," Amanda said, shaking her head, "but he's just a madman, not even a superpower user. Anyone from my squad can easily deal with him."

Batman wanted to say something more, but Injustice Batman stopped him, saying, "It's best that you have such confidence. We merely hope to join forces with you to repel Brainiac; we have aligned interests in this regard. What do you think?"

"I don't think I need outsiders' help... But if you insist on joining, I can also give you a salary."

Batman opened his mouth. He certainly wanted to take the squad's leadership, but seeing Amanda's current demeanor, he knew it was probably impossible.

"I hope you can adopt my plan," he said, "and more importantly, I hope we can cooperate seamlessly."

"None of that matters," Amanda waved her hand, "The team members are enough to deal with those ninjas from the Assassin's Union. Your main task is to prevent Brainiac's sneak attacks."

"Assassin's Union?" The two Batmans exchanged glances, quickly realizing something was amiss. Why would the Assassin's Union get involved in this? Why does Amanda want to deal with them?

Batman had already sensed it—a pair of invisible hands seemed to be propelling events forward, leaving everyone in the dark. Could this all be a plot orchestrated by Brainiac to fuel human conflict?

Just as Batman wanted to persuade Amanda not to be so aggressive, she had already called her subordinate inside to have them escort Batman to the squad.

Batman was full of plans and ideas, but Amanda had no patience to listen. Batman thought about it and felt that even if he told Amanda, she might only make things worse, so it's better to persuade the X Task Force members directly.

The two Batmans reached an agreement in this regard. An idiot is not scary, but someone both foolish and arrogant is the most lethal. In this respect, the X Task Force members are much better than Amanda; at least they are on the front lines, concerned with their own survival. As long as the plan is reasonable, they will listen.

Under normal circumstances, this is indeed the case, but unfortunately, someone reached out a dark hand, forcefully pulling everything off track.

To earn double, the members of the Tomorrow Alliance wouldn't let the X Task Force overthrow the Assassin's Union so easily. Deathstroke and Pamela had already reached the vicinity of the X Task Force's base early on.

They originally planned to harass the squad under the cover of night so they would be too tired to fight the next day. However, upon arriving, they discovered another group already stationed there.

"Wait." Pamela stopped Deathstroke, saying, "Those people on the opposite side look familiar, let me negotiate with them first."

Deathstroke crouched back in the bushes. Pamela stealthily moved over and gently tapped Talya on the shoulder from behind.

"Don't shout, it's me! What are you doing here?"

Talya turned her head and saw Pamela, equally surprised, saying, "I was about to ask you the same thing, why are you here? Aren't you one of their hired hands?"

"My situation is quite complex, but what about you? Didn't you return to Asia recently? Why are you back? What grudge do you have against those people inside?"

She then heard Talya say with a cold tone, "Those damn bastards stole my business! I finally found a stable source of income, only for them to mess it up. If I don't show them some color, do they really think the Assassin's Union is easy to bully?!"

Pamela laughed inwardly. Looks like she's bound to earn extra cash!