After a while, everyone gathered in the conference room.
This place is now considered their stronghold, and it is fairly well hidden.
Although the guys sitting here are basically playing with firearms, the meeting will still be held normally.
As for the layout of the conference room, it is quite simple.
Apart from the table and chairs, there is only the potted plant on the tabletop as decoration.
This potted plant is a cactus, the kind that won't die even if you forget to water it occasionally.
Everyone present felt pretty good about this cactus...
"I think it all has something to do with the Burning Hell.
Or maybe we found a big guy!"
Frank placed the walkie-talkie in his hand, which was mostly bright red, on the table.
But he had no intention of turning on the intercom.
He had just listened to it briefly before, and felt that his mental state was strange, as if he had been attacked.
Although Frank didn't know the guy who caused the impact on the walkie-talkie, it didn't stop him from noticing the problem.
"Big guy, what are you looking for us for?
Are you going to let us gunmen go out with guns to find a monster that we can't do any harm to?
Even though our weapons have been upgraded to a certain extent, they are still barely able to penetrate the demon's defense.
Don't use yourself as an example, you are the agent of death."
Bloodsport tilted his head and said.
That is because he has a good relationship with Frank, so he speaks in this way.
Otherwise, everyone will keep a certain distance when talking.
"You mean we go directly to Wayne?"
Jason Todd curled his lips.
He didn't want to have anything to do with Wayne unless it was necessary.
How much Jason Todd admired Wayne before, how much he doesn't want to see him now.
Whether the no-kill rule is necessary in Gotham City is something Jason Todd doesn't intend to delve into.
Because he couldn't get an answer from it himself.
But he is gradually understanding Wayne's refusal to kill.
A Batman who doesn't kill is the best companion, even if this guy leaves a lot of backup to fight against the threats he considers.
But as long as there is a condition of not killing people, Wayne still has a bottom line.
As for how terrifying a Wayne with no bottom line is, that is probably a result that no one wants to know.
"I don't see anything wrong with telling Wayne this information, but I can understand you.
It's like Frank is probably unwilling to tell SHIELD this information."
Deadshot scratched his forehead with the muzzle of his gun.
On this matter, Deadshot's stance is actually the most neutral one.
Even if a killer who works for a fee may raise the price, he will not care about anything other than the task.
This time Wayne paid a big price.
The mercenary fee to Deadshot and Bloodsport alone is a huge enough figure.
Especially since there is no need to kill anyone this time...
It's just used to allow them to fight demons from a human standpoint.
This kind of task was much easier than the ones they had experienced before.
"Okay, I'm not going to let you listen to what is said on this walkie-talkie for the time being.
But what I can tell you is that the sound here should be regarded as a kind of spiritual attack.
I think it corrupts people."
Frank tapped the table gently.
This little gesture helps him attract the big guy's attention.
"What are you going to do, Frank?
You're not the kind of guy who would hold a meeting without input and a plan of action."
Logan was sitting on a chair smoking a cigar, with his not-so-tall body lying on the chair.
Two short legs hang on the table...
This kind of action is a bit rude, but none of the guys here are the kind of guys who live a refined life.
So no one will give any opinions.
"I'm going to look for Bulcasso.
Although I feel a little embarrassed to bother him with something that may not seem like a problem to him.
But now it seems that only he can handle these things well.
My willpower is definitely strong enough, but even after I heard the sound coming from this thing, I had some distracting thoughts.
I would be a little worried if SHIELD or Wayne were to handle it."
There was a little hesitation in Frank's voice.
He didn't know if his plan was appropriate.
Although he and Bulqueso are very different in terms of strength, the two of them are still good friends.
When the nephalem make friends, they don't really care about each other's strength.
If you have to make friends with people of similar strength, then life would be too pitiful.
Nephalem don't stay together all day for the sake of friendship to prove that friendship is unbreakable.
But their friendship is not the kind that can be interrupted by anything other than betrayal.
"If that's the case, there's no point in calling us together for a meeting.
We can't help you with this kind of thing, and you're not one to share stories.
Tell me! What are you going to ask us to do?"
Bloodsport sat up straight, put his hands on the table and asked Frank with a serious face.
"I hope you can choose a few people to go to Buster Tower for me.
I need two people to go over there and take a look.
The remaining people stayed at the base.
If a demon comes to the door, the people left behind can at least delay it for enough time.
As for going to the Buster Building, it's just a selfish move on my part.
I feel something is wrong over there.
As for myself, I will look for Bulcasso."
Frank simply showed off his cards and expressed all his thoughts.
Things at the Buster Building are now very hot.
The people present are not the kind of old-fashioned people who can’t even watch TV...
"Let the peace messenger go, it just so happens that there is a place that needs him to bring peace."
Bloodsport said with ridicule.
He really couldn't understand the concept of the Peacemaker.
To be continued...