OBS Chapter 3580 Edge of Tomorrow (26)
Chapter 3580 Edge of Tomorrow (26)
Chapter 3580 Edge of Tomorrow (Twenty-six)
Gotham Diamond Street. 8:30AM.
With the slight vibration of the coffee machine, the rich aroma of fruit wood and hazelnuts wafted out. The sound of high heels came from far away, and fingers painted with red nail polish picked up the cup filled with coffee.
"Good morning, Nelson."
"Good morning, ma'am. Watching the market again?"
“Don’t mention it.” The blonde woman took a sip of coffee, shook her head and said, “Ever since that damn Bu… Bu what’s that?”
"Brainiac."
"That's right, Brainiac. Ever since he restricted trading, short-term stock trading has become almost impossible. Two teams under my command lost 30% in one day. If this continues, I really don't know how I will explain it to my boss."
The man who came over to take the coffee said, "This is only temporary. Don't forget that the president also has a stake in the two largest stocks held by the boss. He won't just sit there and do nothing."
"Yes, of course the boss has a way. After all, we managed to get back on track last time by creating a gas safety accident. But I'm a little worried this time. The boss's plan will be hard to hide from the cunning artificial intelligence."
"If we still use the old method, it won't work. That guy hacked into all the private mobile phones and computers. Unless we don't use electronic devices, he will definitely find out. But our boss has found a helper this time."
"Helper? Could it be another artificial intelligence?"
"I don't know about that. But I heard it's pretty certain. At the earliest, the results could be out this week."
"I just hope it won't cause too much trouble. You don't know, the last gas safety accident and the kindergarten food poisoning case made Wells and Hankinson go back home tired. I can't afford to lose manpower."
The woman left with her high heels clacking on her heels. The man took out his cell phone, answered a call, and walked towards his boss' office with a cup of coffee.
"Boss, here I come." He knocked on the door and walked in. His boss was sitting in a chair reading a handwritten document.
"We have to find a way to short Cillison Materials before this week, otherwise it will be too late. Did you get any results from what I asked you to do?"
"Don't worry, they are the same people who were responsible for the ground collapse on Xingel Street last time. The stuff has been mixed in with the latest batch of keel materials and sent in. They should start the operation tonight."
The boss slammed the table and said, "That damn Brainiac is monitoring us too closely. The president can't do anything. But if we continue to restrict transactions, our funds will be in trouble by the end of this month."
"This time I want to kill two birds with one stone. First, I will short sell Cillison, and then I will teach Brainiac a lesson. I must let them know who has the final say on Diamond Street!"
Not long after, the man came out of the office and just returned to his office, he found it a mess.
"What's wrong? Go back to your workstations. Are you going to stop working if the trading is restricted?"
"No, the security guard just called and said there was an intruder." said a man standing by the window.
"Are they the parents of those kids again?" The man narrowed his eyes and said, "The security guards are really stupid. They can't even stop a few ordinary people. Call Cage and ask him to kick those bastards out."
Suddenly, he saw the employee who had just spoken to him showing a horrified expression. The man didn't understand what was going on, and just as he was about to say something, he felt a dark shadow appear behind him.
He turned around and saw a black and yellow figure appear in front of him.
"boom!"
Gotham Diamond Street, 8:20AM.
The delivery guy who came out with the packaged coffee paused when he saw a hand wearing a black glove stretched out from the passenger seat of the truck.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anxiety, and handed over the coffee. A roll of dollars was thrown out of the car window.
Deathstroke withdrew his gaze from the back of the delivery man who was fleeing in panic and took a deep puff of his cigarette. Harley's voice with a slight electric noise came from the intercom: "It has been detected that the target's car has arrived at the underground parking lot. It will reach the target location in about 10 minutes. How are you preparing?"
"I still have five minutes to drink my coffee." Deathstroke said, blowing on the scalding coffee.
The driver's door was opened. Waylon held up the still steaming breakfast and handed one to Deathstroke. He took the other in his own hand, peeled off the wrapper, took a bite and said while chewing, "The pancakes here are pretty good. You can try them."
Deathstroke also took a bite of the pancake and nodded as he ate. He finished it in two or three bites, drank the coffee in one gulp, and looked down at his watch: "It's 8:25 in the morning."
The two daggers were inserted into the scabbards behind his back, and the M1911 was placed in the buttstock at his waist. "Click", the M4A1 carbine was loaded.
The car door opened, and through the black tactical boots, the metal words "Gotasco Securities" flashed a golden light on the door.
The security guard sitting in the security booth turned his head and saw the coffee cup rolling across the door. He stood up and opened the door, and the next second, the muzzle of a gun was pointed at his head.
The muzzle of the gun slid down from the head to the back of the neck, and then to the back. The security guard raised his hands and said tremblingly: "Don't, don't kill me, I'm just an employee..."
"Elevator card." A low, hoarse voice processed by a voice changer sounded.
“I, I’ll give it to you, please don’t kill me…” The security guard reached into his pocket tremblingly.
"boom!"
The muffled sound of silenced guns was so low that the employees during the morning rush hour were unaware of it and walked towards the door in twos and threes.
He took out the elevator card from the figure lying on the ground, and the black figure quickly disappeared among the trees.
A few minutes later, the truck drove to the side door and two figures walked out.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Schiller looked at the body lying on the ground and couldn't help but sigh, "It's so clean and neat."
Victor lacked experience in this area. He said, "Deathstroke's shooting skills are so good, why doesn't he just shoot in the head?"
"If I say that someone has been shot in the head with a pistol bullet and survived, you might think it's ridiculous. But it's true. The lungs are different, especially when the bullet enters the lungs from behind. Death comes quickly and quietly."
"Well, you're all professionals."
Victor and Schiller moved the body to a cart nearby, put a cardboard box on it, and pushed it out.
"In the United States, as long as you carry a ladder or a wheelbarrow, you can go in and out of any public place. Everyone will treat you as air."
Schiller and Victor walked out directly from the side door. During the process, they met employees who were entering the company from the side door, but no one looked at them twice.
Even though Schiller and Victor were celebrities to some extent, and were dressed in suits and did not look like movers, they still did not attract any attention.
A body was carried back to the truck. Schiller stood in the cool shadow of the truck and said, "Even though there are only three targets, I think Deathstroke will kill a lot. It will be a busy day today."
"It's good to change your mind once in a while." Victor put the body into the body bag and said, "Call Jonathan and ask if he's done. We can transport it over first to avoid the body staying in the car for too long and making the car dirty."
"Hey, Jonathan?" Schiller said into the phone. "Are you done with that?"
Jonathan, holding his cell phone, turned around and saw Jack still pouring large barrels of chemicals into the pool.
"It will be done soon. Have you finished it over there? Isn't it a bit too fast?...Okay, I get it. I promise I can handle it right away when you come over."
After hanging up the phone, Jonathan walked to the instrument, took a look at the readings on it, then went to the huge chemical pool, took out the frozen pig shank and threw it into the pool.
With a "hissing" sound, white smoke rose up and the bones and flesh disappeared in an instant.
"This is awesome." Jack rubbed his hands together and grinned. "If Batman was here, I'd definitely jump in and try it."
"Why did you jump in instead of throwing him in?"
"He'd be dead if he fell in! You idiot!"
"You are the fool, and you are also a lunatic!"
"Hello? Hello!" Harley's voice came from the communicator. Jonathan turned around, picked up the communicator and said, "I'm here, what's up?"
"Professor, they are heading your way. Get ready as soon as possible. Over."
Harley turned off the communicator and walked back to the computer. Cobblepot was staring at the monitor, shaking his head and sighing, "This guy is too violent."
Harry walked over to sit down, took a big sip of ice soda, looked at the red patches on the monitor, sniffed and said, "He is a man with a lot of debts. He was originally the world's number one mercenary, and later became famous with one shot. This time he strikes again, it's no exaggeration to say that it will cause a big scene."
"I think you should hold back a bit," Brainiac said. "As the evil artificial intelligence that you call the invader, I have killed more people since I came to Earth than you have today."
"Isn't this normal? Even if you rule the Earth for another 10,000 years, you won't be able to kill as many of our compatriots as we have in the past 10,000 years. This is how humans are. You just have to get used to it."
"What puzzles me is that you don't even care who I ask you to kill. No one asked me for their background information. Aren't you afraid of killing innocent people by mistake?"
"Good people?!" Harry seemed to have heard a huge joke. He sneered and said, "You mean, there are good people on Diamond Street?! My God, your discovery is just like Einstein's discovery of relativity! Why don't they give you a Nobel Prize?"
"It seems that you are not that smart." Cobblepot also said, "People in Gotham often say that if the Soviet Union used a nuclear bomb to flatten Diamond Street, the most innocent ones would be the rats in the nearby sewers."
"So you knew that," Brainiac said. "Then why did you allow them to exist for so long?"
"Of course, there were worse things in Gotham before, but now..."
Finally, the gunfire on Diamond Street stopped.
The securities company was already a sea of blood, but strangely, the police cars that used to come and go like the wind in Gotham had not yet arrived. Even the sound of sirens was nowhere to be found. The neighboring companies could clearly hear the gunshots, but no one stood up. The entire Diamond Street was as silent as death.
The police car finally arrived at 12:00 noon. Gordon stood outside the cordon and yelled:
"Brainiac! Is this why you caused a fucking blackout downtown?!"
"Director, please believe me, the power outage was just an accident..."
"You cut off the power to the entire center of Gotham for four hours just to fucking kill those pieces of shit?!" Gordon roared into the phone, "Do you know how much money this will cost?! You call this artificial intelligence? Change your name to artificial idiocy!!!"
(End of this chapter)