Chapter 277 75. This is the union of Deathstroke and Deathstroke, the Deathstroke Legion is established! -【2225】
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At noon, there was not a trace of sunshine, and the surrounding sea was gray and foggy. From time to time, there were strange neighing noises coming from the water, which made the soldiers patrolling the ship feel panic.
The silver-gray official research ship sailed into the deep sea in such a depressing atmosphere.
This is enemy-occupied territory!
It was a restricted area arbitrarily divided by the Atlanteans. Once a human ship was discovered to have entered the open sea, being sunk would be the only outcome. After all, no matter how advanced human sonar is, there is no way to compete with real marine life in the water.
But after it has been confirmed that the Amazons and Atlanteans will fight on land, whether this ship can accurately locate the doomsday weapons of the people under the sea has become the only hope for human society to take the upper hand.
However, no matter how prominent the sense of mission is, it can't change the extremely oppressive atmosphere on the ship. Even the commanders are not in much mood to adjust such a tense atmosphere.
They just want to complete the mission quickly and return before being destroyed.
In the main control room below the deck of the ship, which is filled with various monitoring instruments, a bald man in a black suit is simultaneously operating several sonar and an unmanned submarine that was released into the deep sea.
His work efficiency alone is equivalent to that of a professional team, and he has maintained such high-intensity work in the few hours since the voyage.
He is very focused and unwilling to waste time on other things.
"Luthor, haven't you found it yet?"
A low voice sounded from behind Laitu.
Shredder Wilson, wearing combat armor, strode into the main control room. He looked murderous with two swords on his back, but his remaining left eye shone with an increasingly solemn light.
He walked up to Lex Luthor who was busy at the console and whispered:
"We are getting closer and closer to the military defense line deployed by the submarine dogs in the Atlantic Ocean. If the previous patrol can only be regarded as a provocation, then what we will do next is equivalent to peeing on the face of the people at the bottom of the sea."
"Commander Shredder, what we are looking for is a doomsday weapon used by the Atlanteans to ensure common destruction. I don't think they would leave such a weapon casually outside a military restricted area for anyone to visit."
Laitu didn't look back at all.
His cold and spiritual eyes were fixed on the screen that reported different data. He picked up the coffee cup at hand and took a sip, and said calmly:
"Entering the Atlantis defense line is part of the plan, otherwise I would not need to ask you to lead the armed forces on the ship."
"You are asking us to die!"
Deathstroke whispered:
"And you didn't tell the commanders and me all the plans before departure. This is deception, more like betrayal."
"But you know very well what choices they would make if they knew where we were going."
Lai Tu, who was in a straight suit, snorted nonchalantly and said:
"For a group of people who are frightened out of their wits, the best way to get them to obey orders is to 'conceal it in good faith.' If they don't know that they are going to hell, it might give them a little more courage and hope. ”
He paused, reached out and opened another observer, and said in a low voice:
"Then, Commander Shredder, are you also afraid of sailing to hell?"
"I'm not afraid of death."
Deathstroke crossed his arms and looked at the various return data that were unclear on the screen in front of him. He said:
"The long conflict has exhausted all my patience. I am already very tired. Maybe dying on such a voyage is not an unacceptable outcome.
My only question is, is our impending death worth as much as you think it is? ”
"Of course! I'm sure of that."
Laitu finally smiled.
He stood up from the chair, coughed and looked at the time on his watch. The scientific officer known as the "wise man" turned to the death knell who was looking at him and said:
"The Atlanteans thought they were hiding well, but they actually captured an obvious gamma ray convergence point before our satellite was destroyed by their laser weapon.
The energy level of those high-energy rays is far beyond that of ordinary nuclear weapons. Unless the people on the seabed suddenly plan to share their clean energy technology with the world, I am 100% sure that those exposed energy points are where their doomsday weapons are located.
Commander, this is not a search based on luck. ”
Lex Luthor raised his coffee cup and took a sip. He said firmly:
“Actually, I already knew where it was before setting off!
Our real mission is to put an isotope marker that will not be diluted by sea water on the doomsday ship before it is transferred to the battlefield to play a role."
"Well, it's like a laser guide."
Shredder suddenly realized.
He said:
"With that mark, our weapons can accurately lock on and destroy the Atlanteans' decisive weapons in the vast sea at once.
So, the alien aircraft modification plan that has been secretly carried out under your leadership at the lower level of the base is prepared for this attack?
When everyone is scared out of their wits, you have already prepared a complete set of tactics to deal with submarine dogs.
He is indeed a wise man. ”
"It's a pity that it's not smart enough"
There was no joy in being praised on Laitu's face.
This bald man never seems to show that kind of emotional out-of-control expression. He is cold and precise, and his wise eyes rarely show any other emotions besides thinking.
At this time, after he revealed his plan to Slade Wilson, he seemed to have finally completed one of his missions. The moment he drank the coffee, his whole person seemed to "relax".
"Are there any cigarettes?"
He turned around and looked at the complex and sophisticated monitoring screen behind him, and suddenly said something.
Commander Deathstroke was stunned for a moment, but then he took a cigar he carried and handed it to the wise man in front of him. He whispered:
"I heard them say that you are a weirdo who never enjoys these entertainments, has no girlfriend, no private hobbies, and even few friends. They say you are a robot with a human face"
"It would be great if that were the case. I would have less troubles that I shouldn't have."
Laitu enjoyed the cigar skillfully and said expressionlessly:
“Besides, it’s not that I don’t understand entertainment, it’s just that it’s not necessary.
I was born here with my mission, my growth, my learning, and my wisdom all serve this mission, just like the starting point and end point of a line, and the process in between can be ignored.
It just wants me to do what I need to do at this moment.
Just like my death, which was coming in ten or fifteen minutes, everything had been planned. ”
These words of strong fatalism made the commander beside him, Deathstroke, frown. He couldn't help but retort:
"How could a wise man like you believe this? I heard that your IQ is even comparable to Einstein, but why do I think you are committing suicide?"
"Because, I saw the truth."
Laitu blew out a smoke ring and said hoarsely:
"While your eyes are focused on the appearance of the war between the three clans and the world-class crisis, I have already seen the cold ending, which allows me to deal with it all in a more rational manner.
Just as there are people who read War and Peace and think it’s a joke, there are people who can gain insight into the mysteries of the universe just by looking at the ingredient list of a donut.
The world is not unequal after all. ”
"Huh?"
Deathstroke felt uncomfortable, and he said sarcastically:
"So you are the wise man who can see the true meaning of the universe from the ingredient list?"
"No!"
Lex Luthor looked back at him and said seriously:
"I'm the donut."
"?"
Deathstroke really didn't know how to respond to this nagging guy, but he didn't need to waste his brain cells to fight with this highly intelligent bastard.
Because just a few seconds later, piercing sirens sounded around the entire ship.
This was a signal that they were under attack. The tumbling seawater around them was supporting the freshest expedition and the violent shaking of the armed ship meant that the people on the seabed had discovered them.
"I need ten minutes."
Laitu put the cigar in his hand, returned to his chair and started a special program. He said to the masked Deathstroke:
"If you want to realize your own value, you must fight for ten minutes for me, otherwise the next time the real dream changes, you will be demoted to a 'passerby' due to poor performance.
Schrader, it was a pleasure working with you, and I hope we can still be friends next time we meet. ”
"Ten minutes, right?"
The old hero strode out of the main control room, pulled out the modified pistol from his waist and loaded it with a click. The red and black streamers behind him were flying, and he said without looking back:
"It's a little difficult, but I'll try my best."
"Bang"
The cabin door was closed and locked from the outside. In the dark cabin, Lai Tu shrugged and picked up the cigar again, holding it in his mouth. As the smoke rose, his sharp eyes stared at the screen.
Says:
"Countdown to the thirteenth world restart. Goodbye at 104 hours, Lex Luthor, the wise man in desperate situation."
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"Bang"
Bane, wearing an Atlantis stormtrooper armor, followed the wash of the waves and slammed heavily onto the swaying deck. Beside him were a dozen soldiers under his command.
The big villain was very cautious and did not rush out immediately. Instead, he hid his extremely obscene short body behind a torn apart deck, while the fanatics around him shouted Arthur Curry's name and moved toward him. The human defense line in front launched a suicide attack.
Uh, that's not quite right.
On the battlefield of the ocean, the Atlanteans always have the upper hand. These humans are like a delicious meal delivered to your door.
Let others slaughter you!
"Get rid of them quickly, Bain. The doomsday ship is about to set sail. If it is later, we may be left behind."
The sound of the death knell came from the communicator in his ear, and he said:
"The infiltrators sent by Mason will appear at any time. I don't want to screw up my first operation in the parallel world, which will ruin my perfect operational resume."
"Perfect? Do you mean perfect who has been beaten to death by Batman at least seven times?"
Bain saw the submarine man in front of him rushing into the front position to attract firepower before jumping out. He charged quickly and sarcastically said in his own unique tone:
"Your definition of perfection is really problematic, Shredder. Deadshot, cover me!"
"Bang"
A crisp gunshot rang out against Bane's battle helmet. The fully charged bullets penetrated three soldiers in a row and accurately hit the energy tube of the laser weapon that was constantly firing. Then a violent explosion erupted on the deck. A small part of the fire network was torn apart.
"Their commander is falling back, Bane, move forward and turn left."
Deadshot's voice sounded, guiding to:
"Just rush! I'll help you hold him off."
"Received!"
Bain laughed ferociously, grabbed a strengthening needle from his belt and plunged it into his arm.
Then the enhancer given by Mason caused his body to swell up like a balloon. It seemed that he had regained the pleasure of taking drugs and beating people. Bane roared and lifted the leg of the superhuman sneaking up next to him like a war hammer. Sweep forward and charge forward.
This scene greatly strengthened the morale of the underwater people who rushed onto the ship.
They also rushed with Bain, and soon made the position on the ship a mess.
The old death knell was constantly dodging the bullets of the lingering sniper that could penetrate the wall. He boasted to Luther that he could get ten minutes, but facing the one-sided battle in front of him, the old hero also They are really powerless and can only rely on the self-destruction method of deploying explosives to delay the attack of the underwater people.
But soon, as the hatch leading to the ship's hull was blown open by brute force, and when Bane's huge, monster-like figure appeared in front of him, the old death knell knew that his journey might be coming to an end.
However, when he drew his katana and prepared to fight to the death, Bane, who was supposed to rush up and tear him apart, stopped in place.
He looked at the fierce old man in front of him strangely, took a step back, and said to the communicator:
"Hey, Shredder, do you remember the joke you made when we first came here?"
"I've made too many jokes, which one are you talking about?"
Deathstroke said impatiently:
"Don't waste time! You weren't such a mother-in-law before. Bain, did the medicine Mason gave you damage your brain?"
"No, no, no, I say it seriously."
Bain said:
"I see another you! He's right in front of me, an old man. If you're not interested, then I'll break his back, it's really easy."
"."
The death knell on the other end of the communicator was silent for a few seconds and said:
"Go and do your business, I'll be right over!"
"Hey"
Bain laughed strangely.
Under the surprised gaze of the old Deathstroke, the big guy turned around and left as if he hadn't seen him. This strange scene made the old hero freeze in place, but he quickly reacted.
He rushed towards the center of the already hopeless ship, intending to escape with Luther.
But just as he was approaching the main control room, Old Deathstroke's eyes suddenly blurred, and then he "teleported" out of thin air to the kitchen of the battleship.
The famous Batman and a young man wearing a small bat suit were standing in front of him, and within seconds of a guy in red disappearing and reappearing, Luthor, who was also looking confused, was brought here.
The latter also had a loaded gun in his hand.
Obviously, although Laitu said that his fate was so boring, he still planned to resist when death was about to happen. He was really a hypocritical guy.
"I know what you want to ask, but I won't be able to explain it for a while."
While the old man was changing bullets for his pistol, he said hoarsely:
"You just need to follow us and don't ask any more questions!"
"You."
Before Old Deathstroke said anything, Laitu became excited.
This always calm guy stared at the three people who shouldn't be there in front of him, his sharp eyes filled with an excitement that others couldn't understand.
He waved his pistol and said:
"Variables! Unknown variables will lead to unknown results, fuck! Do you know how long I have been waiting? I even thought you would never show up."
"What are you talking about? Bald man!"
Damian said rudely:
"You lower your voice, do you want to attract the whole ship?"
"Someone is coming."
Barry motioned for everyone to be quiet and ran out with a whoosh.
A few seconds later, another person reappeared, dragging someone. It was a man wearing the uniform of an undersea commander. The latter reached out and took off his mask, revealing the black and red battle helmet underneath, and then he put himself in front of him with weird laughter. The mask was also taken off.
A middle-aged man with a rough and cold face was revealed. This scene made Old Deathstroke almost drop the knife in his hand.
This old soldier saw himself in a trance more than ten years ago, and even the traces of scorn between his brows were exactly the same.
"Are you too weak?"
Schreider Wilson made a few gestures to the old man to "match the code" while looking at the older version of himself and ruthlessly complained:
"You are old, weak and pathetic. I guess you have to wake up twice a night. Look at you, even the hand holding the knife is shaking. You are really a weak guy who makes people pity you."
The two death knells just looked at each other in the gaze of others.
After a few seconds of confrontation, the middle-aged version of Wilson snorted and reached out to the older version of himself.
He said:
"But you, an old dog, may still be of some use, so I will reluctantly accept you.
You see, I am planning to form a "Death Knell Team", dedicated to gathering all the me in the parallel world to do something big.
And now I am short of an adjutant.
Are you interested? ”
"If I say no, you will definitely give me a bullet."
The old death knell sneered and said:
"Because I would have done this ten to fifteen years ago, but why are you the boss?"
"If the competition between the two of you is over, then maybe we should withdraw?"
The old man said quietly.
The two death knells snorted at the same time, and the two hands with the same color gauntlets were held together, forming a temporary alliance.
This scene made Laitu who was watching very interested.
He obviously had the idea to study such wonderful things as "space-time aliens", but the next second, the middle-aged Death Knell raised his pistol and pressed it against his bare forehead.
Shredder Wilson stared at Lex Luthor and whispered:
"And you! I'm troubled by being haunted by another nasty Luthor, even having to do some dangerous things for him, and I want to get rid of him!
Get rid of that sullen dead bald man forever.
Mason's previous actions gave me a great inspiration. Perhaps you can give me some useful suggestions for dealing with the other you? "(End of Chapter)