But I also admit that this guy is definitely a good player.
"I go!"
The Peace Messenger directly agreed, although the words seemed a bit ambiguous...
“Peace is something that can only be obtained when both sides are equal in strength!
And demons are now not as powerful as humans!
All we have to do is fight!"
The words of the Peace Messenger were unequivocal.
And when he said that demons are not as powerful as humans, that was the result of including Bulkesso and the Nephalem.
If this guy knew about the Burning Hell before he knew about the existence of the Nephalem, this guy might have gone directly to the demon side...
This peace messenger just wants peace. It doesn’t matter whether the subject of peace is human beings...
"As long as the Nephalem can still show their strength, this guy can be trusted.
If the two sides can reach a certain level of peace, then this fool will probably devote everything he has to this peace."
Jason Todd had a sneer on his face.
There were basically no people present who liked Peace Messenger.
Deadshot, who was born as a killer, looked down upon this guy's ideas and thought they were a bit false.
Bloodsport, on the other hand, cannot understand why this guy can be more cold-blooded than him...
This guy is really willing to give up everything for peace.
If someone told him that as long as he died, there would be world peace, then this guy would probably still be smiling when he pulled the trigger...
This kind of person is quite scary to be honest.
Fortunately, the toilet seat-like helmet made him look a little more cheerful...
"There's still one person left.
Our strength is not too strong, so it is best to act in small groups."
Frank said and looked at Jason Todd.
Jason Todd was the only guy here who had ever worked with Paranoid.
It might be a good idea to team him up with Peacemaker...
"Okay, let's just go to Buster Tower.
If it is not necessary to take action, I will not take action."
Jason Todd agreed directly.
Although he agreed to this, it did not go beyond others' expectations.
"There are fewer people left behind, so let's turn on those surveillance cameras.
Even if it does it will allow Wayne to see what we are doing."
Frank rubbed his temples…
After they moved to this place, they have dismantled many surveillance cameras...
But every few days, you will find that these monitors have grown again like mushrooms...
So they chose the simplest power outage to prevent everything they did from being observed.
"It's not necessary, based on my understanding of Wayne.
That guy should have started taking action now, right?
Are you not so naive as to think that blocking the signal and cutting off the power will make him give up monitoring us?
You must know that there are his satellites in the sky, not just one or two...
I guess there should be a satellite staring at us every day."
Jason Todd slumped directly in his chair.
Although he has long been accustomed to Wayne's paranoia, he has been reluctant to get close to him since he became a red hood...
This feeling is not pleasant at all.
"By the way, Frank, are you interested in making a bet with me?
I bet Wayne has a folder named after you on his computer."
Jason Todd took out a piece of chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it while saying.
"Don't bet on something we all know, it's no fun.
So Mr. Wayne, what do you have to say about Frank's plans?"
Deadshot looked at the most obvious camera in the corner with a smile and said.
"I'll be there soon.
Until then I suggest you wait a little.
When it comes to strong willpower, I don’t think I can lose to Frank.
Also, the camera you're looking at, Deadshot, is not my surveillance camera.
My surveillance is right in front of you."
Wayne's voice came from the middle of the table.
Bloodsport looked at the walkie-talkie Frank placed on the table with a shocked expression.
"Has Wayne's technology reached the point where the creation can still be used normally even if it is affected by the devil?"
Bloodsport is a mystery.
"What level of fool are you!?"
Jason Todd stood up suddenly, and then grabbed the cactus...
With a snap, the cactus broke into pieces.
But there's no juice in it...
This thing is basically a technological creation...
"Frank, you knew that from the beginning, didn't you?"
Jason Todd asked with a gloomy expression.
How could Frank, the agent of death, not notice that there was no life force in this cactus?
This thing can just deal with these rough guys.
"I just said that I haven't watered the cactus for almost a month, but there is no change at all on this cactus.
I thought one of you had watered it before."
The Peacemaker looked helpless as he looked at the fragment that shattered in front of him...
"What I'm doing will probably take a few minutes, and then I'll open the portal and go there.
Not only about the walkie-talkie that Frank got, but also about the Buster Building."
Wayne's voice came out from the walkie-talkie on Jason Todd's shoulder again this time...
Jason Todd had no reaction to this at all.
He should be used to it...
Mr. Wayne, who has an almost incomprehensible need for control, would not have surprised Jason Todd.
"I asked, should we move directly?"
Deadshot casually put the walkie-talkie on his shoulder on the table and said.
No one likes the feeling of being monitored every day.
He didn't feel that much when he was working in Gotham City before.
To be continued...