Godslayer In the Comic World Chapter 5

  Chapter 5 Jishu type infiltration

  The bodyguards were speechless. Is this black and purple? Everyone is confused.

  Fragment grenades are not large shells, their lethality is cut, but the opened flesh and blood are mixed with the clown gang's own paint, which is really colorful.

   For a moment, they all wondered if their boss had a perverted habit.

  Who knows the next second, when Ange saw the appearance of the corpse clearly, he retched.

   This performance made Louis and other bodyguards secretly heave a sigh of relief. Just now, An Ge's sudden display of supernatural power scared them a lot. Now it seems that this is just the accumulation of the boss's years of playing with guns. After all, he is still a rich young master who has never killed anyone.

  Gotham City's safety factor depends on who it is for.

   For normal people, it's hell.

   For the rich, this is heaven.

  In this one-third of an acre of land, whether it is policemen or firefighters, they are just a group of migrant workers. Wherever the block pays more taxes, there will be more police force.

  I have bought fire insurance. Once there is a fire at home, firefighters will come to rescue the scene as soon as possible.

   Didn't buy insurance?

  Sorry, the firemen will water the insured house next door to your house to prevent the fire from spreading to the next door, and then put their hands in their pockets and watch your house burn to ashes.

  Don't even think about having police patrolling the slums.

  For security, the same is true.

  As a black gold super VIP customer of the security company, after he was attacked, the security company received the news immediately:

  In less than fifteen minutes, a "civilian helicopter" equipped with two Gatling six-barreled machine guns arrived at the scene.

  Twenty minutes later, three "civilian version" armored vehicles with machine guns and a full tactical squadron of 50 people arrived.

   That's right! This is money ability!

  In Gotham City, the "best law and order" in the United States, this is legal!

  Ange, who escaped by chance, returned to his extended Lincoln, opened the fingerprint safe, and handed out stacks of hundred-dollar bills [Franklin] to Louis and the others in front of the new security personnel.

   "Brothers are shocked. In addition to the previously agreed compensation standard, this is an extra tip for you. This is over, let's find some fun and relax."

  Bodyguards are also human beings, so they work at risk and naturally need high returns.

  An all-weather bodyguard like Louis is only $1,500 a day. This is money for the security company, and it is not the same amount in the hands of the bodyguard.

  50,000 U.S. dollars per person is enough to turn all the greetings to Anger's family hidden in their hearts into the best blessings in the world.

   "Oh—you are the most generous boss I've ever seen!" Louis and the others had [$] signs in their eyes.

A group of security guards next to them stared straight at their eyes. Ange smiled evilly and dragged out another box: "Louis, give three thousand dollars to each of the brothers who just arrived as a gift. This time, the extra tip for each person is also the same number."

   "Long live Boss!"

  It is read as a security guard, and it is written as a mercenary. They are all jobs with their heads hanging around their waists. No one likes to talk to an employer, and a generous employer who is willing to give extra tips is the best employer. And as ordinary security bodyguards, their labor is only half of that of all-weather bodyguards.

  Three thousand knives, definitely a lot.

   Just like that, a group of men with heavy firepower protected Ange and Wonder Woman, and continued to move towards the intended goal.

   Not long after, a slim figure appeared on the roughly cleaned battlefield.

  She made a phone call: "Mr. Sionis, our instigation failed. The strength of the target's bodyguards was beyond expectations. They defeated more than a hundred members of the Clown Gang."

   "Trash! They are all trash!" The black mask on the other side of the phone was extremely annoyed.

  The woman shrank her neck, and when the boss calmed down, she continued to ask, "Boss, what should I do?"

   "Miss Dana Lance, I want you to be like this..."

   for a while.

   "Okay, Boss!"

   On the other side, Ange, who was frightened, took the bodyguards out to sea by boat and came to his private island.

  This small island with an area of ​​about seven square kilometers is surrounded by the sea on all sides, and three sides are surrounded by cliffs more than 30 meters high. There is only one road to enter the manor inside.

  The fence of the manor is 7 meters high, the lower half is 5 meters high, and half a meter thick. It is made of high-density reinforced concrete.

  In the manor, there is nothing within a hundred meters of the fence, and all movements cannot be concealed from the surveillance and the guard towers at the four corners of the manor.

  The inner circle is a ten-meter-wide 'moat' surrounding the entire manor, with a five-meter-high parapet.

  The duty rooms inside are all built according to the standard of bunkers.

  Ange couldn't figure out how afraid of death the original owner of this body was to make his home like this.

  Combined with the arrival later, adding up to nearly a hundred security personnel, equipped with a bunch of heavy weapons that are absolutely contraband, it can be said that even a Marine Corps cannot attack this place.

  Ange was not relieved at all, because this was only for mortals.

  He wondered what the **** was going to happen to keep Wonder Woman. After all, this is Gotham City, and there are too many villains who are not human, or who are not human.

  Even if it's the Clown Gang, the ones who just arrived today are just peripheral miscellaneous soldiers, which are just a little bit better than the cannon fodder that rushed up with a baseball bat. Some specially strengthened crazy clown soldiers have not yet been brought out.

   These elite soldiers, without exception, have been soaked in the strange chemical agents of the chemical plant. Even though they are diluted versions used by the clown, they are still powerful. This makes these clown soldiers have strength and vitality slightly beyond ordinary people.

  He needed to buy insurance, so he made a special call to Bat's old house. Unexpectedly, the person who answered the phone was not his grandfather's old butler Alfred, but a female secretary. I don't know if it's an illusion, but the other party seems to be a little nervous.

   "I'm G*Ann. I'd like to contact Mr. Bruce Wayne."

   "Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

  As expected, the secretary on the phone immediately found an excuse. The big shot is such a piss, if you go to him directly without any personal relationship, you will definitely be regarded as a cat or a dog, and you will definitely not be able to contact him.

  Anger gave the best option: "Then please help me contact his housekeeper, Mr. Alfred Pennyworth."

  The housekeeper can't make an appointment, right?

who knows…

   "Mr. Pennyworth? He's not here at the moment. Is there anything to convey to him?"

   "Just say that I have looked for him, please ask him to call me back according to this number."

   "Okay. Anything else?"

"there is none left."

   Hanging up the phone, Ange frowned. As a housekeeper, Alfred, who has served the Wayne family for generations, is undoubtedly absolutely dedicated to his duties. He is not in the old bat house, which means that the bat master is probably injured this time.

  He has to do something to appease the bodyguards.

He pulled Louis over: "This incident is like this. I accidentally brought back Mr. Wayne's distinguished guest, so I had a little misunderstanding with Mr. [Black Mask]. The Clown Gang was actually an accident. The Clown and I There is no conflict, sir. As long as the contact with Mr. Wayne is restored, the Wayne Group will naturally clean up the mess."

   This is the excuse he gave.

   If you really want to face the clown, how much will these mercenaries have to fight will be a big question mark.

  At least...add money!

  In fact, when Ange took Wonder Woman to the island manor, not to mention that the clown himself had disappeared, even Black Mask found it difficult.

  Ange has already left downtown Gotham, and when he goes out to sea, he will not be able to take advantage of the manpower of the underworld.

  In Gotham City, Black Mask can mobilize more than a thousand people at will, but how do you send more than a thousand thugs to the island?

   Transportation is the biggest problem.

   This thing is all about financial resources and connections.

  After a certain rich man incarnated as Jiaqian layman and hinted that the security company had brought some 'legal' stinger missiles over, the manor fell into an eerie silence for three consecutive days.

   Security is safe, but it is a bit boring.

   Into the night.

   "Life is as lonely as snow!" There is a 25-meter-long infinity swimming pool next to the main building of the manor in a baroque and luxurious style. There are large and small hydromassage pools beside the pool. Ange leaned against the wall of the pool, feeling the surging water column coming from behind, very comfortable.

  Under the moonlight, an exquisite and embossed female figure appeared on the other side of the swimming pool.

  As soon as this fair-skinned, blond, wavy beauty appeared, Louis, who was guarding An Ge's side, showed a knowing smile.

  The four bodyguards didn't move, because it was Ange's housekeeper Frank who brought this beautiful girl.

  The old butler bowed and said: "My lord, please forgive my self-assertion. I think you are too nervous and need to relax."

   As he said, the beautiful woman walked over with a **** catwalk. She is wearing a golden decisive swimsuit and a white transparent lace skirt with a side-drawing opening from the waist to the thigh. But if one square centimeter of fabric is used more, it is a great waste of social resources!

   This scene is absolutely amazing in terms of visual impact.

   "I forgive you." Ange stood up as if fascinated.

   "Hello! Mr. Infiniti, my name is Anna." Her voice was mellow, and she knew it was at least a singer level. Spitting a few notes from the red lips makes one's bones crisp.

   "Boss?" Louis asked knowingly.

   "Bring me a rope, something stronger."

  Louis: ? ? ?

  Anger repeated it again, and Louis had to follow suit.

   Then, in front of everyone, An Ge smirked: "Turn around and lie down on the beach chair!"

  Miss Anna could not conceal the embarrassment in her eyes, but she chose to follow suit.

   Ignoring the beauty's graceful body curves, Ange tied her into a tortoise shell in front of the butler and four bodyguards.

  This situation made them extremely embarrassed. My young master, Lang Guilang, didn't know how to play like this before.

Before Miss Anna could react, Ange forced a knot into her mouth. At this moment, Ange finally smiled: "Great makeup, I almost didn't recognize you. Dana from the Black Mask Club* Miss Lance! Or should I call you...Black Canary?"

   After the voice fell, the eyes of all the others widened to the maximum in an instant.

  Ange leisurely took out a military dagger from under his bathrobe and pressed it against the beauty's snow-white neck: "Shh! Don't use your ultrasound, or I won't guarantee that I won't shake my hands."

  (end of this chapter)

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