Chapter 730 Don't panic, there's still plenty of time
Russell knew that the housekeeper had placed undercover agents under Bain, but he did not expect that there would be so many, ten in total, which was really a lot.
After the ten people stood up, they looked at each other and were stunned. It was obvious that they did not know the identity of their companions and had always thought that they were alone!
"Shit! Reed, so you are also a housekeeper?"
"Well, I was ten years ago."
"Then I am your senior. I have been working for the housekeeper for fifteen years."
"..."
"Pamir, I personally recruited you three years ago, and now you tell me that you are one of my own?"
"Brother, I still want to complain! If you had told me earlier that you were one of yours, I would have stopped lurking around you, making me nervous every day, lest you find out."
"Similarly, I'm also afraid of being seen out by you!"
"..."
Russell:(?_?)
The butler is awesome!
Also, among the people whose heads I shot before, there must also be housekeepers, right?
"Mr. Deathstroke, our identity has been exposed, these people cannot stay." Ten people stood beside Russell with lowered eyebrows, looking at the small wings on his back with fearful expressions.
Russell nodded: "I understand, it's not easy to do this, but the live TV broadcast has been broadcast, doesn't it matter?"
"Do not worry about it!"
The leader of the burly man waved his hand: "Before we got up, the housekeeper had already cut off the live broadcast. By killing these people, our identities can continue to be hidden and we can continue to contribute to Gotham."
"That's fine, you can do whatever you want."
"Wait a minute!"
Just when the ten people picked up their guns and were about to silence themselves, a blond middle-aged man stood out from the crowd: "I just want to ask, are you serious about cutting off the live broadcast screen?"
"Of course, the most important thing in our business is confidentiality. Would I make fun of my own life?"
"In this case, I won't hide it anymore..."
The blond middle-aged man waved his arms: "Wherever you are from CIA, please come forward!"
Swish! Swish! Swish
Seven or eight figures stood up and hugged each other after meeting.
"Ryan, I recognized you two days ago, but I can't say hello, you know."
"Of course, I've been pretending that I don't know you!"
"..."
Before it was over, another person shouted: "FBI colleagues, there is no need to hide it. If you continue, it will only be a meaningless sacrifice. Show your identity!"
About ten more people stood up.
“Where are the New Jersey State Troopers?”
"Brothers from the Gotham Police Department, wake up!"
"Let me tell you, I'm from IUCN. Is anyone here?"
"Interpol is here and I have been in charge of this case."
"Get out of the way, I'm the one!" A big boss suddenly appeared in the crowd, and everyone made room for him after hearing this.
"..."
"Besides me, is there anyone else who has mi6?"
"Where's the fsb, don't tell me, I'm the only one sent here!"
"..."
Suddenly two groups of foreign forces appeared. Except for the newbies from IUCN who stopped to watch, everyone else gathered around them.
Interpol intervenes and hopes that the CIA, FBI, I, New Jersey State Police, Gotham Police Department and other local forces in the United States will put the overall situation first. Everyone is undercover, so why bother undercover agents?
However, it was of no use. The verbal exchange failed, and everyone broke out into a scuffle. Interpol was involved, and IUCN's newbies were not spared either. They all suffered severe injuries.
Oh, the exception is i's boss, only he can hit people, and no one else dares to hit him.
The boss is very sensible and knows that mi6 and fsb will not give him face, and the people he beats are all from the local forces of the US empire.
(o゜▽゜(o゜▽゜(o゜▽゜(o゜▽゜…
The scene was so spectacular that the housekeepers were dumbfounded, because each of the group of people was bigger than the last, and a non-governmental organization like them would not join in the fun.
After regaining consciousness, Russell coughed lightly, and the housekeeper was unambiguous. He handed Russell a new headset and disappeared into the dark night.
"Butler, this is Deathstroke. I asked for the address and stop password of the dirty bomb. Please help me contact Batman, over!"
"No need, I'm always on this channel." Bruce said aloud.
There’s nothing surprising, if it’s Batman, it won’t be surprising if he appears anywhere!
Russell immediately said: "The dirty bomb was planted by Bane in the ruins of Wayne Manor. He wanted to completely blow up the Batcave and use it as the center to radiate most of Gotham and turn it into a hell on earth."
The soul ball in his hand was a bit in the way, Russell said as he opened the door to hell and threw it in casually.
Bruce was silent for a moment and then spoke slowly: "I have already been to Wayne Manor. Someone got there first and took away the dirty bomb one step ahead."
"What!?"
Russell took a breath: "Who did it? Are you crazy?"
"It's the Joker. There is a playing card left where the dirty bomb was originally placed. There will be no one else but him."
Russell was completely dumbfounded. Bane brought the dirty bomb into Gotham, but it was stolen by the Joker. Bane broke Batman's spine, but it was also stolen by the Joker. This guy...
Based on what he saw tonight, Russell came up with a bold idea: "Batman, tell me honestly, the Joker is actually yours, right?"
"Don't talk nonsense, I have nothing to do with him!"
Bruce said angrily: "You don't have to worry about the dirty bomb. Just tell me the bomb disposal code. I have already found the clown and seen the dirty bomb."
"Are you sure? As far as I know, the Joker should be in the Gotham Municipal Building. I saw him just now..." Russell frowned slightly: "Please confirm again and don't be fooled by fakes."
"No, because I am also in the municipal building!"
"..."
Russell was speechless when he heard the words. He looked at the undercovers who were still fighting in front of him, spread his wings and flew straight to the building. After circling twice, he found Batman who was beating the Joker.
In the spacious conference room, the Clown Gang's miscellaneous fishes were lying scattered around. Looking at the way they were sleeping soundly, you could guess that they had been hit by a powerful coma gas.
The clown somehow missed the attack and was pinned down by Bruce, laughing while bearing the iron fist of love.
Many people subconsciously think that the Joker is a super villain who only relies on his brains because of his evil smile and crazy schemes.
Yes and no!
The Joker is indeed a super villain with a high IQ. His elusive thinking is frightening, but he does not lack in melee combat skills. He once competed with Batman in swordsmanship, defeated him directly, and almost killed Batman.
Bang!
Russell broke in through the window, glanced at the duo who were in love and killed each other, and then set his sights right in front of the conference room.
On the podium, a good-looking woman was wearing a low-cut evening dress, with a graceful and luxurious temperament.
However, at this moment, she could only be described as embarrassed. Her hands and feet were tied, her body was welded to death by iron hoops, and she was sitting on a chair in a very inelegant posture.
Under the chair, a ticking red countdown jumped, which was clearly the dirty bomb Bane brought into Gotham City.
The Joker stole the dirty bomb from Wayne Manor and used some unknown method to send it into the municipal building under Bane's nose.
The identity of the kidnapped woman is not simple. She is not just a random passerby. Her name is Miranda Tate, and her real name is Talia Al Ghul.
Yes, this beauty is the daughter of the well-known villain in Gotham City, the 'Peace Ambassador' ninja master, and she has an ambiguous relationship with Bruce.
"Ah hahaha, look who this is, an angel with black wings. Why did he fall into darkness? Is he partnering with Batman?"
Seeing Russell appear, the clown's eyes lit up and he laughed: "Batman, you are so ruthless. When you have a new love, you forget about my old love, and now you still want to kill people and silence them."
"Shut up!"
Batman punched the Joker in the face: "Tell me, which thread should I cut?"
"It's red. The hint is on that woman. I never concealed it."
"You bastard!"
Hearing what the Joker said, Batman became furious and punched him several more times.
After the Joker stole the dirty bomb, he cracked the password program originally set by Bane and exposed the circuit with full malicious intent.
Cutting the red wire will stop the dirty bomb, but the problem is that the clown changed all the colorful wires to red.
The Joker took a few punches but still didn't fall down. He looked at Batman with a smile and said, "Listen up, angel over there. In addition to cutting the red wire, there is another way to stop the dirty bomb from detonating. Just kill the woman on the chair.
At once……"
Bang!
Batman knocked the clown unconscious with a knife, then stood up and looked at Russell silently, making Russell feel a little embarrassed.
"Ahem, Bruce, is that woman...a sister-in-law?"
"..."
Bruce didn't say anything, but looking at the unkind look in his eyes, Russell could probably guess that the woman had a close relationship with him. It's hard to say whether she was interested in her or not, but she was definitely interested.
Russell chuckled: "Bruce, the Joker said that killing that woman can save the entire Gotham. What do you think?"
Bruce said angrily: "I think he is lying. Even if he kills her, the countdown will not stop."
"What if?"
Russell spread his hands and said, "What if the clown is serious? This is a sure profit!"
"..."
Bruce said nothing, his face was as dark as water, and his whole face was stretched.
"You're kidding, let me study it first, maybe I can dismantle it."
Russell said, folding his wings behind his back, and quickly came to Miranda's side. He lowered his head and frowned immediately.
This thing... ahem, these red threads are so tangled and messy, they were deliberately messed up by the clown, and I can't figure it out at all.
"Mourning...Russell, what can you do?"
Maybe others think Russell is mysterious, but Bruce doesn't think so. He saw Russell hammering out a vertical propulsion glider with his own eyes, and knew that he was definitely more than just wings.
"Don't worry, I'll watch it for a while!"
The time on the timer was getting less and less. Bruce didn't want to wait any longer, so he picked up the pliers next to him and started to do it.
Russell hurriedly stopped Bruce: "Don't move. The clown's words are not worthy of belief. You said this yourself. I guess these red lines are all fake."
"I know, but time is running out."
Bruce said, starting the instrument on the bat helmet and scanning the entire dirty bomb in all directions to find the correct entry point.
In fact, Russell can use the skill card to extract the clown's soul and directly read the relevant memories, just like he did with Bane.
But he didn't dare to do this because the clown was too evil. To be precise, the clown was a monster born in Gotham. If you kill one, a second one will appear, not just one person.
In the comics, Batman killed the Joker in a rage and turned into the Laughing Bat. From then on, he was no longer Batman, he became the new Joker.
After scanning for a long time, Batman shook his head dejectedly. The Joker knew him too well and he could not dismantle this dirty bomb.
After Russell finished examining it, he said regretfully: "It would be great if the Bat Fighter was still there. You could drag this dirty bomb into the sky and go to the sea to watch the fireworks with your brothers and sisters. How romantic!"
Bruce rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Don't be stupid, this dirty bomb cannot be moved casually, it will explode directly if touched."
"real or fake?"
"Of course, what's the point of lying to you..."
Before Batman finished speaking, he felt bad because Russell's hand pressed on the timer at some point.
The two looked at each other, and Russell silently retracted his hand. The red light on the timer jumped, and the countdown became faster than the Flash.
At this rate, the dirty bomb will explode in about 20 seconds!
"..."x2
"You bastard!!!"
"No, don't panic, there's still plenty of time...I'm going to kill the Flash right now!"
There is a reward from the leader of "I don't complain", and I will make up for it tomorrow!