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Chapter 85 Divine Descent
Chapter 85 Divine Descent
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Inside the restaurant.
The penguin gang's henchmen retreated continuously while frantically unleashing bullets at Shark King to suppress his attack.
It must be said that Penguin has a very mature system for managing its subordinates, and the people who stay behind are a group of carefully selected elites.
Even when faced with inhuman monsters, they are still able to put up a limited resistance.
Just then.
One of the henchmen seized the opportunity and threw a stun grenade at Shark King.
"Boom!"
The moment it touched the ground, a blinding, deathly white light instantly engulfed the entire restaurant.
Immediately afterwards, a deafening bang that could rip eardrums exploded.
The Shark King was instantly dealt a severe blow.
Its perception ability is far beyond that of ordinary people, and the strong light and shock wave that are enough to cause ordinary people to temporarily fall into deafness and blindness are amplified several times over in it.
The bright light caused the shark king excruciating pain in its eyes, resulting in temporary blindness.
The violent roar made its head buzz and completely disrupted its sense of balance.
With a muffled roar, the Shark King staggered backward, crashing heavily into the booth behind him.
It let out a roar, but its vision was covered by a layer of white light and its ears were filled with a buzzing sound, so it could only swing its claws wildly.
It was met with high-explosive assault grenades precisely thrown from at least three locations.
But just as the assault grenade was drawing an arc through the air, several oddly shaped boomerangs suddenly shot out of the shadows at lightning speed.
It was as if it had activated GPS navigation, bypassing the surrounding obstacles in a strange arc and hitting the grenade with perfect accuracy.
And it bounces back quickly after hitting the grenade.
The violent impact prematurely detonated the enemy's assault grenade that had been thrown at them!
"Bang! Bang!"
"Boom!"
The scorching and surging shockwave spread out instantly from the point of explosion, tearing solid wood tables and chairs in half, sending wood chips flying everywhere, and shattering piles of glasses, porcelain plates, and wine bottles in the cabinets, with wine mixed with broken porcelain and glass shards flying everywhere.
The penguin gang henchmen closest to the explosion had no time to dodge and were thrown off their feet by the violent blast wave, crashing heavily onto the marble bar in the distance, where they were instantly killed.
The once tidy Iceberg Restaurant was now a complete mess, with the smell of gunpowder mixed with the pungent odor of alcohol filling every corner.
"Ahem!"
Rick Flag, Deadshot, and Bronze Tiger walked in from outside.
Rick Flag frowned.
He waved away the swirling dust in front of him, wanting to curse.
Why would a regional gang possess highly lethal weapons like stun grenades and assault grenades?!
Isn't this a terrorist organization?
But now is far from the time to think about these things.
No one dared to approach the Shark King, who had fallen into a frenzy. The group silently surveyed the Iceberg Restaurant, which had been reduced to ruins.
Those Penguin Gang henchmen hiding in the corners wouldn't even be able to utter a scream before being finished off by the Death Shooter with precise marksmanship.
soon.
They were the only survivors at the scene.
Where are they!?
The Bronze Tiger General searched every corner but couldn't find Deathstroke, and he couldn't help but fly into a rage.
According to tactical positioning data, the enemy is inside this restaurant!
"It's obvious there's a hidden room here," Deathshooter said, blowing away the gunpowder smoke from his gun in a very flamboyant manner.
Compared to the naked hatred in Bronze Tiger's eyes, he was somewhat excited at this moment.
As everyone knows, Deathstroke is a legendary figure in the world of employment.
The other party's net worth ranks at the top of the employee list.
For the same task, the other party can get almost half more money than him.
Death Shooter, who was also a top-tier mercenary, was very resentful.
"Found it."
Just then, Death Shooter smirked and looked down at the shattered and swirling marble tiles at his feet.
He kicked aside a loose stone slab with the tip of his boot, revealing a narrow, dark staircase entrance underneath.
"Slade Wilson, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"
A cruel glint flashed in the bronze tiger's eyes, and it slammed down with a punch.
The stone bricks, several centimeters thick, instantly shattered like foam.
But at the same time, a sharp white light pierced up from the cramped space like thunder after rain.
The bronze tiger had already received a warning and immediately retreated.
But the white light was faster. It grazed past the other person's cheek.
"Thump—"
Crimson drops of blood fell from the sky and landed on the rocky ground.
Bronze Tiger expressionlessly touched a bloody gash on his left cheek, then looked at Deathstroke not far away, his face gradually turning ferocious: "Wilson, I thought you were going to be a coward!"
Slade remained silent, holding a broadsword made of Spanish steel, his eyes fixed on the bronze tiger.
"Get out of my way, all of you. I'm settling this score myself, and nobody's allowed to interfere, or don't blame me for turning my back on you!"
Bronze Tiger roared, waving his hand and clenching his fists, assuming a fighting stance.
As a master of ancient martial arts, during the time he was consumed by hatred, he had already honed his most proficient technique, the Tremor Acupoint Strike Fist, to an extremely high level.
Despite being a master of various fighting techniques and close-quarters combat, Deathstroke was fully confident that he could overpower his opponent.
"Can!"
Rick Flag and Deadshot exchanged a glance and chose to stand aside.
Without further ado, Bronze Tiger launched the first attack.
He exerted force with his feet, the marble shattering inch by inch, and he crashed into Deathstroke's embrace like a tiger released from its cage.
With both fists carrying a high-frequency vibrating force, they aimed straight for Deathstroke's ribs and neck, one on the left and one on the right.
It was his most powerful trembling punch; if it hit, it could shatter internal organs and sever nerves directly through flesh and blood.
"clang!"
The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out.
Instead of swinging his Spanish steel greatsword, Deathstroke precisely parried the attack in front of his chest with the blade, deftly deflecting the blow.
"Your punches are a beat slower than they were back then."
The deep, hoarse sound of death knell came from behind the mask.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flipped his wrist, and the broadsword, using the rebound force of the parry, switched from defense to offense, transforming into a close-fitting silver arc that slashed straight at the bronze tiger's waist and abdomen.
Bronze Tiger's pupils contracted sharply, and he leaned back into a posture that defied the limits of human ergonomics to barely avoid the sword's edge. At the same time, his right leg lashed out like a whip, kicking hard at Deathstroke's wrist that was holding the sword.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily!"
"Bronze Tiger said fiercely."
"Boomerang, you stay here, we're going to take care of the Penguin."
Rick Flag used a communicator to give orders to the boomerang hidden in the shadows.
Kent Farm.
The night was as dark as a curtain.
In the abyss world.
Inside a two-story villa entirely constructed of shadow particles.
The crystallization of knowledge floated before Lucas like a twinkling star.
His consciousness was completely immersed in it, eagerly absorbing the vast amount of knowledge within.
It was in this environment that Lucas clearly felt his IQ improving at a visible rate.
"If the plasma is confined by magnetic confinement coils, then the thermal fusion of the core elements can be directly converted:"
:
Since it's electrical energy, there's no need for thermal energy transfer, so the energy density reaches an incredibly high level.
"Like Tony's Bullseye Reactor, even the original one could generate 30 billion joules of electricity per second!"
"However, the target element carries deadly radiation, and wearing it for a long time can lead to chronic death and contaminate internal organs. Moreover, there is an upper limit to its energy; if it is continuously overloaded, it will overheat and shut down. This doesn't matter to me, but I don't need to do that. I could use a palladium reactor to build a temporary steel army. But that can't last long, since the radiation from the target element will corrode even metals."
"For me, the best way is to discover a new element. Like the ninth metal!"
Lucas's mind raced.
As for where to find this ninth metal, he already had an idea.
The suits worn by Hawkman and Hawkgirl, as well as the Silver Beetle, are all made of the ninth elemental metal.
Besides that, there's the planet Shanaga, located in the North Star system.
It is about 433 light-years away from Earth, and its environment is similar to Earth's. It is the origin of the Ninth Metal, and the entire planet contains a large amount of the Ninth Metal.
For me, this should be the best option.
After all, the amount of Ninth Metal he needed was not small.
These on Earth were detached from a crashed Shanagar spacecraft.
However, Shanaga has extremely strict control over the Ninth Metal, completely monopolizing its military use and preventing its outflow unless it is used by the planet's native inhabitants.
He can't become a local resident.
If you want to obtain a large amount of Ninth Metal, there is only one way to do it: rob!
But 433 light-years?
Let's wait and see.
"We can have Oswald inquire about the whereabouts of Hawkman and Hawkgirl. Although these two were active very early on, their lifespans were greatly extended due to the influence of the Ninth Metal and the power of reincarnation, so they should still be alive."
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Lucas immediately withdrew from the crystallization of knowledge and summoned the portal to the abyss.
A dark light shimmered within the enormous black portal, resembling a small black hole.
Lucas simply stepped over it.
next moment.
He immediately appeared in the skies above the eastern district.
His gaze fell on the Iceberg Restaurant, which had been reduced to ruins not far away.
Lucas's expression quickly turned cold.
"Is it all over!?"
Rick Flag, looking utterly disheveled, glanced around.
Along the wall in the dark alley.
Boomerang let out a piercing scream as both of his legs were severed by Deathstroke. Blood gushed out like a burst fire hydrant, and he was almost unconscious.
the other side.
Bronze Tiger knelt on the ground, his face full of resentment. His pupils trembled violently. A sharp blade had pierced his heart, and there was a large gash on his neck. His strong physique prevented him from dying immediately, and he was still standing, but he couldn't hold on for long.
As for the death knell:
:
All the bones in his body were broken, his skull was cracked, and blood was flowing from his nostrils, ears, eyes, and mouth.
In addition, there were smooth bullet holes in his heart, lungs, stomach, and throat, from which blood was gushing out. He was slumped against a trash can stained with blood.
Even if the other party has a recovery ability far exceeding that of ordinary people, it is hard to say whether they can withstand such injuries.
Compared to his distant cousin, Deathstroke's regenerative abilities are significantly limited. Limbs cannot regenerate, the brain is a fatal weakness, and self-healing is extremely taxing on the body; overload can even cause temporary dementia.
On the other side of Deathstroke, Deathshooter was completely unrecognizable; he had turned into a pile of minced meat, his head splattered red and white like a crushed watermelon.
The Shark King was also coughing up blood, his body covered in bruises, and most of his sharp teeth were broken. However, thanks to his strong vitality and defense, he looked to be in the best condition.
It was Deathshooter and Shark King who stopped the enraged zombie monster at the last moment.
This allowed the plastic bomb to successfully detonate the heavy plastic bomb and the specially made high-temperature explosive bomb installed on the monster, thus eliminating the opponent.
As for myself—
I was shot in the abdomen, but because I was wearing the latest bulletproof vest, it only caused some dull pain.
Rick Flag felt a sinking feeling in his heart, yet also a sense of relief.
The brutality of this mission far exceeded his expectations.
While Deathstroke is powerful, the Suicide Squad is full of superhumans. Bronze Tiger can fight his opponent to a standstill in one-on-one combat, and there's also Boomerang, Deadshot, and Shark King providing covert support.
If it weren't for the Penguin and his henchmen suddenly appearing at the crucial moment, along with that three- or four-meter-tall monster with even more exaggerated strength than the Shark King, it would have been a disaster.
This mission should be a done deal.
Fortunately, it's all coming to an end.
Rick Flag raised his pistol, flicked the safety with his thumb, and slowly aimed the crosshair at the Penguin next to Slade, who was already pale with fright.
This is the last task.
Amanda Waller's secret order was to eliminate the other party.
She was a stubborn, domineering, selfish, and unreasonable woman.
He knew perfectly well why the other party would issue such a secret order.
After all, she had tried to recruit Deathstroke to join the X-Force that was being established on several occasions.
Despite his resistance to such orders, he had to obey them because they were his superiors; it was in his nature as a soldier.
"As your most loyal subordinate, Your Majesty, I cry out to you! I beg you to hear my prayers and grant me your protection!"
I felt a violent sense of impending death.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the penguin's face suddenly turned crazed.
At least, that's how Rick Flag sees it.
"Even God can't protect you!"
The words fell.
"Bang!"
It was accompanied by a short, explosive bang.
A burst of incandescent orange-red flame suddenly erupted from the muzzle of the gun.
next moment.
Rick Flag suddenly widened his eyes.
The headshot I had imagined did not happen.
Just as the bullet was about to hit the penguin, a dark shadow suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of him.
With a slight movement, the other party caught the bullet.
"Ding-dong."
The brass-colored cartridge cases made a crisp, resonant sound as they hit the ground.
Lucas, clad in shadow armor, slowly fell from the sky.
Behind him, a cloak entirely woven from crimson lightning billowed wildly.
Crimson lightning tore through the surrounding dark air currents, each ray of lightning carrying explosive pressure, like a fiercely burning curtain of purgatory.
They watched as the imposing figure of the Thunder Lord, descending from the abyss, slowly walked towards them.
Rick Flag, the only one still standing on the court, along with Plastic Bomb and Shark King, looked horrified.
And when they saw the penguin praising the figure with an excited expression.
Rick Flag felt his blood freeze instantly.