Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 825

The big guys gathered in the conference room after a while.

This place is now their stronghold, and the concealment is not bad.

Although the guys sitting here are basically playing with guns, the meeting will still be held normally.

As for the placement of the conference room, it is quite simple.

In addition to the table and chairs, there is only the potted plant on the table as decoration.

This potted plant is a cactus, and the idiots present are the ones who occasionally forget to water and won't die.

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Everyone present felt pretty good about this cactus...

"I think it's all about burning hell.

Or rather we found a big guy! "

Frank put the walkie-talkie in his hand that was mostly bright red on the table.

But he didn't mean to open the walkie-talkie.

He just listened to it for a while before, and he felt that his mental state was as strange as being attacked.

Although Frank didn't know the guy who caused the influence on the walkie-talkie, that didn't stop him from sensing the problem.

"Dude, what are you doing with us?

Are you saying you're going to send us gunmen with guns to a monster we can't deal damage?

Even though our weapons have been upgraded to a certain extent, they are barely able to penetrate the demon's defenses.

Don't take yourself as an example, you are the agent of death. "

Bloody Movement tilted his head and said.

That is to say, he has a good relationship with Frank, so he will speak in this way.

Otherwise, everyone will keep a certain distance when talking.

"You mean we go straight to Wayne?"

Jason Todd pouted.

He didn't want to have anything to do with Wayne unless it was necessary.

How much Jason Todd admired Wayne before, how much he is reluctant to see each other now.

Whether or not the no-kill rule is necessary in Gotham City is something Jason Todd doesn't intend to delve into.

Because he couldn't get an answer from it himself.

But for Wayne's not killing, he is gradually understanding.

A Batman who doesn't kill is the best ally, even if the guy leaves a ton of backhands to fight what he sees as a threat.

But as long as there is the condition of not killing people, then Wayne still has a bottom line.

As for how terrifying a Wayne with no bottom line is, it's probably a result that no one wants to know.

"I don't see anything wrong with giving this information to Wayne, but I can understand you.

It's as if the guy Frank was probably unwilling to tell S.H.I.E.L.D. "

The dead shooter scratched his forehead with the muzzle.

In this matter, the death shooter's position is the most neutral one.

Even though the killer who collects money may do something to raise the price, he will not care about things other than the task.

This time Wayne paid a fortune.

Hire money for Deathstalkers and Bloodsport alone is a big enough number.

Especially since this hire doesn't have to kill anyone...

It's just used to make them fight demons from a human standpoint.

This task was much easier than those they had experienced before.

"Okay, I'm not going to let you listen to what this walkie-talkie says for the time being.

But all I can tell you is that the sound here should be considered a mental attack.

I think it can corrupt people. "

Frank tapped lightly on the table.

This little action helps him grab the attention of the big guy.

"What are you going to do, Frank?

You're not the kind of guy who would hold a meeting without an opinion and a plan of action. "

Logan was sitting on a chair smoking a cigar, not too tall lying on the chair.

Two short legs hang on the table...

This kind of action is a bit rude, but none of the guys present are the kind of guys who live a delicate life.

So no one will comment.

"I'm going to find Burkeseau.

Although it is somewhat embarrassing to trouble him with things that he may not think is a problem.

But now it seems that only he can handle these things well.

My willpower is definitely strong enough, but even after hearing the sound of this thing coming out of my head, I'm a little bit distracted.

If I let S.H.I.E.L.D. or Wayne handle it, I'm a little worried. "

There was some hesitation in Frank's voice.

He didn't know if his plan was right.

Although he and Bourkesso were very different in strength, they were still good friends.

When the Nephalems make friends, they don't really care about the strength of the other party.

If you have to make friends with people of similar strength, then life is a bit too pitiful.

Nephalem doesn't stay together all day for friendship's sake to prove that friendship is unbreakable.

But their friendship wasn't the kind that would be interrupted by anything other than betrayal.

"If that's the case, it doesn't make any sense for you to call us together for a meeting.

We can't really help with this sort of thing, and you're not a storyteller.

Say it! What are you going to ask us to do? "

Bloody Sports sat up straight, put his hands on the table and asked Frank with a serious face.

"I hope you can choose a few people to take a trip to Buster House for me.

I need two people to go over there and see.

The rest stayed behind at the base.

If a demon comes to the door, the people who stay behind can at least delay enough time.

As for going to the Buster Building, it's just my little selfishness.

I feel something is wrong there.

As for myself, I'll look for Bourkessel. "

Frank simply had a showdown and said all his thoughts.

There is a lot of uproar in the Buster Building.

The people present are not the old-fashioned type who can't even watch TV...

"Go the messenger of peace, it happens to be a place where he needs to bring peace."

Bloody Movement said with a joke.

He really couldn't understand the idea of ​​the peace messenger.

But also admit that this guy is definitely a good player.

"I go!"

The messenger of peace agreed directly, although the words seemed a bit ambiguous...

"Peace is something that can only be obtained when both sides have equal strength!

And demons are not as powerful as humans now!

All we have to do is fight! "

The words of the Messenger of Peace are unequivocal.

And he said that the strength of demons is not as good as that of humans, which is the result of including Bulkasso and the other Nephalems.

If this guy knew about the Burning Hell before he knew Nephalem existed, this guy might have gone straight to the devil...

This messenger of peace just wants peace. It doesn't matter whether the main body of peace is human beings...

"As long as the Nephalems can show their strength, this guy can be trusted.

If the two sides can reach a certain degree of peace, then this idiot will probably give everything for this peace and for it. "

Jason Todd had a sneer on his face.

Among the people present, there were basically no people who liked the messenger of peace.

The killer born dead shooter doesn't look down on this guy's idea, and thinks it's a bit fake.

And the **** movement can't understand why this guy can be colder than him...

This guy can really give up everything for peace.

If someone told him that as long as he died then the world would be at peace, then the guy would probably still be smiling when he pulled the trigger...

This guy is really scary.

Fortunately, the helmet like a toilet seat made him look a little more happy...

"One more person.

Our strength is not too strong, it is best to act in small groups. "

Frank said and looked at Jason Todd.

Jason Todd was the only guy in the room who had ever worked with Paranoid.

It would be a good idea to have him team up with the Peacemaker...

"Come on, just go to the Buster Building.

If it wasn't for the time when I had to do it, I wouldn't do it. "

Jason Todd agreed directly.

Although he promised this matter did not exceed the expectations of others.

"There are fewer people left behind, so turn on those surveillance cameras.

Even that would allow Wayne to see what we were doing. "

Frank rubs his temples...

After they moved to this place, they don't know how many monitors they have removed...

But after a few days, it can be found that these monitors have grown again like mushrooms...

So they opted for the simplest power outage to avoid being observed what they were doing.

"Not necessary, from what I know about Wayne.

That guy should have started to act now, right?

Wouldn't you be naive enough to think that blocking the signal plus a power outage would make him give up monitoring us?

You must know that there are his satellites in the sky, not one or two...

I guess there should be a satellite staring at us every day. "

Jason Todd slumped directly into his chair.

Although he is used to Wayne's paranoia, he has been reluctant to approach it since he was a red hood...

This taste is not bad at all.

"By the way, Frank, are you interested in making a bet with me?

I bet Wayne definitely has a folder named after you on his computer. "

Jason Todd took out a piece of chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing as he said.

"Don't bet on what we all know, it's no fun.

So Mr. Wayne, what would you like to say about Frank's plans? "

The dead shooter looked at the most obvious camera in the corner and said with a smile.

"I'll be there soon.

Until then I suggest you guys wait a bit.

In terms of willpower, I don't think I'll lose to Frank.

Also, the dead shooter you're looking at is not my surveillance camera.

My surveillance is right in front of you. "

Wayne's voice came from the middle of the table.

Bloody Movement looked at the walkie-talkie Frank had placed on the table in shock.

"Has Wayne's technology reached the point where even creations are affected by demons and can still be used normally?"

The **** campaign is in disbelief.

"What level of idiot are you!?"

Jason Todd jumped to his feet and grabbed the cactus...

With a snap, the cactus shattered into pieces.

But there is no juice in it...

This thing is basically a technological creation...

"Frank, did you know that from the beginning?"

Jason Todd asked with a gloomy face.

How could Frank, the agent of death, not realize that there is no life force on this cactus?

This thing will also be able to perfunctory these big old people.

"I just said that I haven't watered it for almost a month, and this cactus hasn't changed at all.

I thought it was you who had already watered it. "

The messenger of peace looked at the piece of debris that shattered in front of him, with a helpless expression on his face...

"It's probably going to take a few minutes for what I have at hand, and then I'll open the portal and go there.

Not only about the walkie-talkie Frank got, but also about the Buster Building. "

Wayne's voice came again this time from the walkie-talkie on Jason Todd's shoulder...

Jason Todd didn't react at all to this.

He must be used to it...

Mr. Wayne's almost incomprehensible desire for control would have surprised Jason Todd for a long time.

"I said, do we want to move directly?"

The death shooter casually put the walkie-talkie on his shoulder on the table and said.

No one likes the feeling of being monitored every day.

He didn't think much of it before when he was working in Gotham City.

After all, monitoring everything in a city seems to be more restrained than it is now.

It's not that Wayne's technology has been upgraded, but Wayne himself has been upgraded...

After becoming a Nephalem, his energy was not exhausted.

But not sleeping didn't affect him.

As an ordinary person's body was finally no longer the limiting factor, Wayne did more than he could imagine.

Although it's still the Batman who can't kill people, Gotham City is much better now.

It's not that the villains have changed for the better or turned into demons to be slaughtered by him.

But most of the villains were scared by him...

Although the previous Batman was also strong, in the eyes of those villains, it was actually just like that...

Just a transvestite freak.

Although many super criminals were sent to prison by him.

But it wouldn't be normal for these guys to convince Wayne.

Those guys don't look down on a self-righteous ordinary person in the bottom of their hearts.

But now, when Wayne's strength has changed qualitatively, all this has to be restrained.

Before, because Wayne's manpower was still insufficient, the evil empire of those guys could still exist.

But now, Wayne can appear anywhere in Gotham City for a short period of time.

It's only a matter of minutes to take down a criminal syndicate...

In this way, the ordinary villains in Gotham City have long felt that they can't bear it...

Although Gotham City is famous for its simple folk customs, the lethality of the villains in this place is quite average...

At least it's much easier to clean up than the villains in places like Canterlot...

This is a somewhat bizarre situation. The stronger the hero who guards the city, the stronger the villain who comes here to make trouble.

Looking at it this way, New York, where a lot of heroes are stationed, will be a little easier.

After all, this is the city where the original Daredevil's enemies will meet the Hulk...

Daredevil's opponent is a very scary kind among ordinary people.

But who the **** is the superhero that these guys meet in New York?

It's not impossible if you meet Captain Marvel...

Where superheroes hang out, the law and order will be more chaotic, but most problems can be solved quickly.

It's not like a place like Canterlot, where a local hero can't handle it.

That basically declares the city to be doomed...

Not even a single hero who can stop the enemy a little in a short period of time can't be found.

Looking at it this way, Gotham City with only one Batman is quite safe...

Just then, a portal opened with a humming sound.

Wayne walked over in his bat suit.

Then he directly focused his attention on the affected walkie-talkie in front of him.

As a Nephalem, Wayne can perceive more from this thing.

He could at least be sure that this thing was under the influence of a powerful demon. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!

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