## Chapter 25: Leader
“No! Why?!”
The Plant Master couldn’t believe it. He grabbed a puddle of green slime, then flung it against the wall in fury, like a giant green booger.
“Project result: failure.” Professor Goldblum scribbled on a piece of paper: “Target deceased.”
“Why?!” The Plant Master turned his gaze to him. Even though he had a wooden face, his anger was evident. “He was a fraud, he didn’t even try!”
Professor Goldblum blinked his green eyes, staring blankly at the Plant Master’s accusations.
The Plant Master quickly shifted his anger towards Poison Ivy: “Your hypnotic kiss didn’t even work!”
Ivy sighed: “Calm down, Jason! He’s still under our control.”
She turned to the professor: “Harold, tell us what went wrong?”
The green light in Professor Goldblum’s eyes flickered, and he replied: “It’s a very complex azeotropic mixture. The conversion formula of the virus works well, but that’s just theory. Millions of variables could cause this process to fail.”
“Then guess, meatball!”
“Well, guessing is not scientific.” Professor Goldblum pushed his glasses: “But I suspect it’s related to something we’ve been using. The old swamp water we used for our experiment came from Slaughter Swamp. This won’t work, what we need is proper biological nutrients and chemicals, we should get water from a regular source, a place that can create swamp monsters -”
“Waynewright Swamp in Louisiana.”
“Oh my god, I feel my butt hurting.” Poison Ivy said.
“No, Pamela, don’t you see? This is perfect.”
The Plant Master said, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism.
“This river flows directly into the Gulf of Mexico. The waters of the Gulf of Mexico can carry the virus to the Atlantic, and then, to the whole world.”
He turned around: “Those corrupt, death-filled monsters will never be able to destroy the Green. The powerless and filthy creatures of the red will finally bow down to our feet.”
“Even without the help of swamp monsters, we can drive those filthy things back to their corners. This planet, will be protected by the great green!”
He circled a point on the map: “The plan to save Mother Earth starts right here.”
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Deathstroke didn’t really care about who became the leader.
Since his daughter was promised a spot in that school, he was a bit like a lazy bum. Whatever the employer said, he would just say “Yes!”
Anyway, you have the money, whatever you say is what you get.
So he said: “Alright, then…”
“Employer, I think we don’t need a so-called team leader…”
The Vertigo Count’s words were interrupted by the employer’s voice from the recorder.
“You can make your decision after you’ve met this leader. And this leader will be here in this room soon.”
The voice from the recorder became even more hoarse, mixed with some metallic, shrill noises, as if interfered by some electromagnetic field, making a low, muffled groan.
“And I think that once you’ve truly met this leader, you will never object to him taking this position. Because I think, he is someone you are very familiar with, a true old friend.”
Deathstroke felt a sense of unease. He didn’t know where this feeling came from, he just felt a little creepy, as if he was being watched by something inhuman.
Miss Vick inexplicably looked at Cheshire, opened her mouth to ask something, but facing the ancient well of laughter mask, she finally closed her mouth.
Cheshire seemed completely indifferent to what they were discussing. Her eyes were fixed on the dog in Welding Dog Hero’s hands.
Welding Dog Hero gave her a “Want to pet it?” gesture, so she happily went to pet the dead dog.
Knock knock knock!
The door was knocked. Deathstroke stood up, the feeling of unease growing stronger in his heart.
There’s something outside.
“Come in!”
The Vertigo Count shouted.
A stimulating sense of danger hit his heart, and he felt his whole body standing on end.
Miss Vick also stood up.
“I’m coming in.”
Click.
First, a shoe.
A special one-piece shoe for a tight-fitting suit.
Then gray tights, a pure black cape, a pair of pointy ears and a mask.
“Batman!”
Deathstroke jumped directly from the table, but Batman’s move stopped the bullet from his gun.
He saw Batman holding a walkie-talkie, saying: “I told you, I’ve arranged a leader with enough influence and power for you. You’ll like this leader.”
Deathstroke saw Batman’s pointy ears facing him, and on the table, the recorder was playing Batman’s voice in sync, layer upon layer, like a nightmare echoing in a dark well.
He heard Batman say: “Because this leader, is me.”
Chen Tao had considered whether to reveal his true identity as the mastermind behind the scenes at this moment.
He could have just stayed hidden in the background like before, becoming a beautiful mastermind – then what?
Soldiers without hearts, only wanting to escape. No cooperation, a pile of sand. Disobeying orders, attacking at random?
It had to be admitted that the current Suicide Squad lacked a strong soul, a backbone that could unite everyone.
In the original history, the Suicide Squad’s captain was Rick Flag, and he used his noble character to conquer these unruly mercenaries, leading them to complete one mission after another.
But Chen Tao’s subordinates didn’t have a leader as talented as Captain Rick.
Deathstroke undoubtedly had this talent. In the history of the Suicide Squad, he had served as captain more often than anyone except Rick. But he was now a loner who had been operating solo for years, not the leader who had been tempered in the Suicide Squad for years.
Nightwing was also a possibility. As the first Robin, he was not as used to fighting alone as Batman. When he was Robin, he had experience leading the Teen Titans.
But according to Alfred’s information, Dick and the Teen Titans he led were currently fighting Deathstroke to the death, which was also why Chen Tao could not recall Nightwing or hire Deathstroke.
Chen Tao didn’t want the two sides to be fighting each other when someone suddenly told them: Batman is looking for you/ There’s an employer looking for you.
Then they would drop everything to take on the mission, and then be shocked to find that their enemy became their teammate.
So…
Besides, Chen Tao could now turn into a big dinosaur anyway, and he had basic combat skills, plus he could transform into a Batmobile. Even if he couldn’t fight, he could definitely escape faster than anyone else in his car form. That was enough.
No matter what, his life safety was at least guaranteed. If he didn’t dare to show up at the scene now, that wasn’t being cautious, that was being cowardly.
Chen Tao walked into the room, his gaze sweeping over the four people in the room.
Deathstroke, the Vertigo Count, Cheshire, yeah, everyone was there.
Wait.
?
Chen Tao stared at Welding Dog Hero: “Who are you? The person I hired wasn’t a mad dog, was it?”
(End of Chapter)
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