Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 75 This is the union of the Death Knell and the Death Knell, the Death Knell Legion is established!
At noon, there was not a single ray of sunlight, and the sea was gray and seemed to be covered with fog. From time to time, strange roars could be heard from underwater, making the soldiers patrolling on the ship panic.
The silver-gray official research ship sailed into the deep sea in such a depressing atmosphere.
This is enemy territory!
It is a restricted area arbitrarily demarcated by the Atlanteans. Once a human ship is discovered entering the open sea, being sunk is the only outcome. After all, no matter how advanced human sonar is, it cannot match real marine life in the water.
But after it has been confirmed that the Amazons and Atlanteans will have a decisive battle on land, whether this ship can accurately locate the location of the underwater people's doomsday weapon has become the only hope for human society to gain the upper hand.
However, no matter how prominent the sense of mission is, it cannot change the extremely depressing atmosphere on the ship. Even the commanders are not in the mood to adjust such a tense atmosphere.
They just wanted to complete the mission quickly and return home 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 operating several sonars and an unmanned submarine released into the deep sea at the same time.
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 he set sail.
They are highly focused and are unwilling to waste time on other things.
"Luther, haven't you discovered it yet?"
A deep voice sounded from behind Lai Tu.
Shredder Wilson, wearing combat armor, strode into the main control room. Carrying two swords on his back, he looked murderous, but his only remaining left eye was flashing with an increasingly solemn light.
He walked over to Lex Luthor, who was busy at the console, and whispered:
"We are getting closer and closer to the military defense line set up by the underwater dogs in the Atlantic Ocean. If the previous cruise can only be regarded as a provocation, then what we are going to do next is equivalent to peeing on the face of the underwater people."
"Commander Shredder, what we are looking for is the doomsday weapon used by the Atlanteans to ensure mutual destruction. I don't think they would leave such a weapon outside the military restricted area for people to see."
Lai Tu didn't even look back.
His cold and bright eyes stared at the screen in front of him that was reporting different data. He picked up the coffee cup beside him and took a sip, then said calmly:
"Entering the Atlantis defense line was part of the plan. Otherwise, I wouldn't have needed to ask you to lead the armed forces on the ship."
"You are sending us to our deaths!"
Deathstroke whispered:
"And you didn't tell the commanders and me the entire plan before departure. This is deception, and more like betrayal."
"But you know exactly what they would do if they knew where we were going."
Lai Tu, who was dressed in a well-tailored suit, snorted nonchalantly and said:
"For a group of frightened people, the best way to get them to obey orders is 'white concealment'. If they don't know they are heading to hell, perhaps they will have more courage and hope."
He paused, reached out and turned on another observation instrument, and said in a low voice:
"So, Commander Shredder, are you also afraid of sailing into hell?"
"I'm not afraid of death."
Deathstroke folded his arms and looked at the various incomprehensible data on the screen in front of him. He said:
"The long conflict has already exhausted all my patience. I am already very tired. Perhaps dying in such a long voyage is not an unacceptable outcome.
My only question is, is our impending death as valuable as you think it is?"
"Of course! I can be sure of that."
Lai Tu finally smiled.
He stood up from his chair, coughed and checked his watch. The scientific officer known as the "wise man" turned to the bell that was looking at him and said:
"The Atlanteans thought they were hiding well, but they had already detected a clear focus of gamma rays before our satellite was destroyed by their laser weapons.
The energy levels of those high-energy rays far exceed those of ordinary nuclear weapons. Unless the underwater people suddenly intend to share their clean energy technology with the world, I am 100% sure that those exposed energy points are where their doomsday weapons are.
Commander, this is not a gamble search."
Lex Luthor raised his coffee cup and took a sip. He said with a firm look in his eyes:
“In fact, I knew where it was before I set out!
Our real mission is to inject an isotope marker that will not be diluted by seawater onto the doomsday ship before it is transferred to the battlefield to take effect..."
"Well, it's like a laser guide."
Shredder suddenly realized.
He said:
“With that mark, our weapons can accurately lock onto the Atlantean’s decisive weapons in the vast ocean and destroy them in one go.
So, the secret alien aircraft modification project that you have been leading in the lower levels of the base was prepared for this attack?
When everyone is scared out of their wits, you have already prepared a complete set of tactics to deal with the underwater dogs.
You are indeed a wise man. "
"It's a pity that I'm not smart enough..."
There was no sign of pleasure on Lai Tu's face at being praised.
This bald man never seems to show an expression of losing control of his emotions. He is cold and precise, and there is rarely any emotion other than thinking in his wise eyes.
After telling Slade Wilson his plan, he seemed to have finally accomplished a mission. The moment he finished his coffee, he seemed to be "relaxed".
"Any cigarettes?"
He turned around and looked at the complex and sophisticated surveillance screen behind him, and suddenly said something.
Commander Deathstroke was stunned for a moment, but then he took out a cigar from his bag 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 kinds of entertainment. You don't have a girlfriend, you don't have any personal hobbies, and you don't even have many friends. They said you are a robot with a human face covered..."
"It would be great if that were the case. I would have fewer unnecessary worries."
Lai Tu enjoyed his cigar skillfully. He said expressionlessly:
“Also, it’s not that I don’t understand entertainment, it’s just that there’s no need for it.
I was born here with my mission, and my growth, my learning, and my wisdom are all in the service of this mission, just like the starting point and end point of a line, the process in between can be ignored.
It just wants me to do what I should do at this moment.
Everything has been arranged, just as my death is expected in ten to fifteen minutes."
Such words full of strong fatalism made the commander Deathstroke frown. He couldn't help but retort:
"How can a wise man like you believe this? I heard that your IQ is even comparable to Einstein's, but why do I feel that you are committing suicide?"
"Because I saw the truth."
Lai Tu blew out a smoke ring and said in a hoarse voice:
"While your eyes are focused on the three-race war and the appearance of the world-class crisis, I have seen the cold ending, which allows me to deal with all this in a more rational manner.
Just like some people read War and Peace and think it's a joke, while others can gain insight into the mysteries of the universe by looking at the ingredients list on a donut.
The world is ultimately unequal.”
"ha?"
Deathstroke felt uncomfortable, and he said with a hint of sarcasm:
"So you're the wise man who can see the truth 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 weird guy, but he didn't need to waste his brain cells to play wit with this highly intelligent bastard.
Because just a few seconds later, shrill alarms sounded around the entire ship.
This was a signal of an attack. The violent shaking of the rolling sea water around it, which was supporting the freshest expedition armed ship, meant that the people in the sea had discovered them.
"I need ten minutes."
Lai Tu put the cigar aside, 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's a pleasure working with you, and I hope we can still be friends when we meet next time."
"Ten minutes, huh?"
The old hero strode out of the main control room, drew 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 turning his head:
“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 and put it between his lips. As the smoke rose, his sharp eyes stared at the screen.
explain:
"Countdown to the thirteenth world restart... 104 hours... Goodbye, Lex Luthor, wise man in desperate situation."
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"Bang"
Bane, wearing the Atlantis assault soldier armor, was washed by the waves and slammed heavily onto the shaking deck. Beside him were a dozen soldiers under his command.
The villain was very cautious and did not rush out immediately. Instead, he crouched down and hid behind a torn deck in an extremely despicable manner. The fanatics around him shouted Arthur Curry's name and launched a suicidal attack on the human defense line ahead.
Well, that's not quite right.
On the battlefield of the ocean, the Atlanteans always have the advantage, and these humans are like a delicious meal delivered to their doorstep.
At the mercy of others!
"Hurry up and get rid of them, Bane. The doomsday ship is about to set sail. If we are late, we might be left behind."
The sound of a death knell came from the communicator in his ear, and he said:
"The infiltrators sent by Mason may appear at any time. I don't want to mess up my first operation in the parallel world. This will ruin my perfect operational record."
"Perfect? You mean perfect, the kind that was beaten up by Batman at least seven times?"
Bane saw the underwater man in front of him rush into the front position to attract firepower before jumping out, charging quickly and mocking in his own peculiar tone:
"Your definition of perfect is really flawed, Shredder. Deadshot, cover me!"
"Bang"
A crisp gunshot rang out, brushing against Bane's helmet. The fully charged bullet penetrated three soldiers in succession and accurately hit the energy tube of the laser weapon that was continuously firing. Then a violent explosion broke out on the deck, tearing apart half of the firepower network.
" Their commander is falling back, Bane, move forward and turn left."
The Death Shooter's voice sounded, directing:
"Just charge! I'll help you hold him back."
"receive!"
Bane grinned, grabbed a strengthening needle on his belt and stabbed it into his arm.
Then the enhancer given by Mason made his body swell up like a balloon, and he seemed to have regained the pleasure of taking drugs and beating people. Bane roared, picked up the leg of the superhuman who was attacking him from the side, and swept forward like a war hammer.
This scene greatly boosted the morale of the underwater people who rushed onto the ship.
They followed Bane and soon threw the position on the ship into chaos.
At this moment, old Deathstroke was constantly dodging the wall-penetrating bullets of the lingering sniper. He boasted to Luther that he could buy ten minutes, but faced with the one-sided battle situation, the old hero was really powerless and could only rely on the self-destruction of explosives to delay the attack of the underwater people.
But soon as the hatch leading to the hull was blown away by brute force and Bane's huge, monster-like figure appeared before him, old Deathstroke knew that his journey might come to an end.
However, when he drew his samurai sword and prepared to fight to the death, Bane, who was about to rush up to tear him to pieces, stopped where he was.
He looked at the vicious old man in front of him strangely, took a step back, and said into the communicator:
"Hey, Shredder, do you remember that joke you made when we first got here?"
"I've made a lot of jokes, which one are you talking about?"
Deathstroke said impatiently:
"Don't waste your time! You weren't so fussy before, Bane. Did the medicine Mason gave you mess up your brain?"
"No, no, no, I'm serious."
Bain said:
"I see another you! He's right in front of me, an old man... If you're not interested in this, then I'll break his back, and it'll be really easy."
“…”
The Deathstroke on the other end of the communicator was silent for a few seconds, then said:
"Just do your thing, I'll be right there!"
"Hey"
Bane laughed strangely.
Under the surprised gaze of old Deathstroke, the big guy turned and walked away as if he didn't see him. This strange scene made the old hero stunned, but he quickly reacted.
He rushed to the center of the ship, which was no longer salvageable, intending to escape with Luther.
But just as he approached the main control room, old Deathstroke's eyes suddenly blurred, and then he "teleported" out of thin air into the battleship's kitchen.
The famous Batman and a teenager wearing a small bat suit were standing in front of him, and a guy in red clothes disappeared and reappeared in a few seconds, bringing the equally confused Luthor here.
The latter was holding a loaded gun in his hand.
Obviously, although Lai Tu said that fate was so boring, he still planned to resist when his death was approaching. What a hypocritical guy.
"I know what you want to ask, but I can't explain it right away."
The old man said in a hoarse voice while changing the bullets in his pistol:
"You just need to follow us and don't ask any more questions!"
"you……"
Before old Deathstroke could say anything, Lai Tu became excited.
This always calm guy stared at three people who shouldn't be in front of him. His sharp eyes were filled with an excitement that others could not 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, baldy!"
Damian said rudely:
"Keep your voice down. Do you want to attract everyone on the ship?"
"Someone is coming."
Barry signaled for everyone to be quiet and ran out.
A few seconds later, another person reappeared, a man in the uniform of an underwater commander. He reached out and took off his mask, revealing the black and red helmet underneath, then took off his mask with a weird laugh.
A middle-aged face with a hint of roughness and coldness was revealed, and this scene almost made the knife in old Deathstroke's hand fall to the ground.
The old warrior seemed to see himself from more than ten years ago. Even the few traces of ruffianism between his brows were exactly the same.
"Are you too weak?"
Shredder Wilson made a few "secret signs" to the old man, and while looking at the older version of himself, he ruthlessly complained:
"You are old, weak, and pathetic. I estimate that you have to get up twice a night. Look at you, even your hands are shaking when you hold the knife. You are such a weak and pitiful guy."
The two Deathstrokes just looked at each other under 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 I think you old dog may still be of some use, so I’ll take you in reluctantly.
You see, I'm planning to prepare a 'Death Knell Team', dedicated to bringing together all the me in all the parallel worlds to do something big.
And now I am in need of an adjutant.
Are you interested?
"If I said no, you would have given me a bullet for sure."
Old Death Bell sneered and said:
"Because I would have done the same thing ten to fifteen years ago, but why are you the boss?"
"If you two have finished comparing your abilities, then maybe we should withdraw?"
The old man said quietly.
The two Deathstrokes snorted at the same time, and the two hands with the same color gauntlets were clasped together, forming a temporary alliance.
This scene aroused great interest among the onlookers.
He obviously wanted to study this wonderful thing called "time-space anomaly", but the next second, the middle-aged Deathstroke raised his pistol and pointed it at his bald forehead.
Shredder Wilson stared at Lex Luthor and whispered:
"And you! I'm troubled by the lingering ghost of another annoying Luther, and I even have to do some dangerous things for him. I want to get rid of him!
Get rid of that gloomy baldy forever.
Mason's previous actions gave me a lot of inspiration. Perhaps you can give me some useful suggestions on how to deal with the other you?"
