NOVEL NEXT Chapter 5 Parasitic Infiltration
The bodyguards were speechless. Was it all bruised and purple? They were all confused.
Fragmentation grenades are not large artillery shells. Their lethality is cutting. It's just that the flesh and blood mixed with the paint of the Joker Gang are really colorful.
For a moment, they all suspected that their boss had a perverted fetish.
Who knew that the next second, when Ange saw the appearance of the corpse clearly, he vomited.
This performance made Louis and other bodyguards secretly relieved. Just now, Ange suddenly showed his power and scared them. Now it seems that this is just the accumulation of the boss's long-term gun playing. After all, he is still a rich young man who has never killed anyone.
The safety factor of Gotham City depends on who you are talking to.
For ordinary people, this is hell.
For rich people, this is heaven.
In this small piece of land, whether it is the police or the firefighters, they are just a group of workers. The more taxes are paid in the neighborhood, the more police there are.
If you have purchased fire insurance, once there is a fire at home, firefighters will come to the rescue immediately.
Not purchased insurance?
Sorry, firefighters will water the insured house next door to yours to prevent your fire from spreading to the next door, and then put their hands in their pockets and watch your house burn to ashes.
Don't expect police to patrol the slums.
The same is true for security.
As a super VIP customer of the security company, the security company received the news immediately after he was attacked:
In less than fifteen minutes, a "civilian helicopter" equipped with two Gatling six-barrel machine guns arrived at the scene.
Twenty minutes later, three "civilian version" armored vehicles with machine guns arrived with a full tactical squadron of fifty people.
That's right! This is the power of money!
In Gotham City, the "safest" city in the United States, this is legal!
Ange, who had escaped by chance, returned to his extended Lincoln, opened the fingerprint safe, and handed stacks of hundred-dollar bills [Franklin] to Louis and his friends in front of the new security personnel.
"Brothers, you are frightened. In addition to the compensation standard agreed before, this is an extra tip for you. This is over, let's go find some fun and relax."
Bodyguards are also human beings. They take risks to work, so they naturally need high returns.
A full-time bodyguard like Louis only gets 1,500 US dollars a day. This is the money given to the security company, and it is not this amount in the hands of the bodyguard.
50,000 US dollars per person is enough to turn the greetings to Ange's family hidden in their hearts into the best blessings in the world.
"Oh - you are the most generous boss I have ever seen!" Louis and his friends' eyes were full of [$] symbols.
A group of security guards nearby stared with their eyes wide open. Ang smiled evilly and dragged out another box: "Louis, give each of the new brothers three thousand dollars as a welcome gift. This time, the extra tip for each person is also this amount."
"Long live Boss!"
It is read as security and written as mercenary. They are all jobs that require a lot of effort. No one likes to talk about feelings with the employer. The generous employer who is willing to give extra tips is the best employer. Moreover, as ordinary security bodyguards, their salary is only half of that of full-time bodyguards.
Three thousand dollars is definitely not a small amount.
In this way, a group of heavy firepower tough guys protected Ang and Wonder Woman and continued to move towards the predetermined target.
Not long after, a slender figure appeared on the roughly cleaned battlefield.
She made a phone call: "Mr. Sionis, our instigation failed. The strength of the target bodyguards was beyond our expectations. They defeated more than a hundred people from the Joker Gang."
"Waste! All waste!" The black mask on the other side of the phone was extremely angry.
The woman's neck shrank, and when the boss calmed down, she continued to ask: "Boss, what should I do?"
"Miss Dana Lance, I want you to do this..."
After a while.
"Okay, Boss!"
On the other side, the frightened Ange took his bodyguards out to sea by boat and came to his private island.
This small island with an area of about seven square kilometers is surrounded by the sea on all sides, and there are cliffs more than 30 meters high on three sides. There is only one way to enter the manor inside.
The manor wall is 7 meters high, the lower half is 5 meters high and half a meter thick. It is made of high-density reinforced concrete, and the upper half is a steel grille with hooks and barbs, as well as infrared cameras and sensors.
In the manor, there is nothing within a hundred meters of the wall, and all movements cannot be hidden from the surveillance and the sentry towers at the four corners of the manor.
The inner circle is a ten-meter-wide "moat" surrounding the entire manor, equipped with a five-meter-high retaining wall.
The duty room inside is built to the standard of a bunker.
Ange couldn't figure out how scared the original owner of this body was to make his home like this.
Add to that the nearly 100 security guards who came later, equipped with a bunch of heavy weapons that were definitely contraband, it can be said that even a Marine Corps couldn't take this place.
Ange was not at all relieved, because this was only for mortals.
He didn't know what kind of weird things he would encounter to save Wonder Woman. After all, this is Gotham City, and there are too many villains who are not human or not human.
Even if it is the Joker Gang, the ones who just came today are just peripheral soldiers, only a little better than the cannon fodder who rushed up with baseball bats, and some specially strengthened crazy clown soldiers have not been taken out yet.
These elite soldiers, without exception, have been soaked in those weird chemicals in the chemical plant. Although they are diluted versions used by the Joker, they are still powerful. This gives these clown soldiers strength and vitality slightly superior to that of ordinary people.
He needed to buy insurance, so he made a special call to the Batman's old house. Unexpectedly, the person who answered the phone was not Alfred, the old butler of his grandfather, but a female secretary. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the other party seemed a little subtle and nervous.
"I am Ge An. I want to contact Mr. Bruce Wayne."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No."
As expected, the secretary on the phone immediately made an excuse. This is the nature of big people. If you go directly to him without a private relationship, he will definitely be regarded as a nobody and will definitely not be contacted.
Ange made a second choice: "Then please help me contact his butler, Mr. Alfred Pennyworth."
The butler can't also make an appointment.
Who knows...
"Mr. Pennyworth? He's not here at the moment. Is there anything you need to convey to him?"
"Just say I've contacted him and ask him to call me back."
"Okay. Any other instructions?"
"No."
After hanging up the phone, Ange frowned. As a butler, Alfred, who has served the Wayne family for generations, is undoubtedly absolutely conscientious. His absence from the Batman's house means that the Batman is most likely injured this time.
He has to do something to appease the bodyguards.
He pulled Louis over: "This time, the incident is like this. I accidentally brought back Mr. Wayne's guest, so there was a small misunderstanding with Mr. [Black Mask]. The Joker Gang was actually an accident. I have no conflict with Mr. Joker. As long as we restore contact with Mr. Wayne, the Wayne Group will naturally clean up this mess."
This is the excuse he gave.
If they really have to fight against the Joker, how much fighting spirit these mercenaries still have, there is a big question mark.
At least... they have to pay more!
In fact, when Ange and Wonder Woman retreated to this island manor, not to mention that the Joker himself had disappeared, even Black Mask found it difficult.
Ange had left Gotham City. If he went out to sea, he would not be able to use the manpower advantage of the underworld.
In Gotham City, Black Mask can use more than a thousand people at will, but how do you send more than a thousand thugs to the island?
Transportation is the biggest problem.
This thing is all about financial resources and connections.
After a certain dog tycoon turned into a rich monk and hinted that the security company should get some "legal" Stinger missiles, the manor fell into a strange silence for three consecutive days.
It is safe, but a little boring.
At night.
"Life is really lonely like snow!" Next to the main building of the manor with a Baroque luxury style, there is a 25-meter-long borderless swimming pool. There are large and small hydromassage pools by the pool. Ange leaned against the wall of the pool, feeling the surging water column from behind, which was very comfortable.
Under the moonlight, a delicate and convex female figure appeared on the other side of the swimming pool.
As soon as this fair-skinned blonde beauty with big wavy hair appeared, Louis, who was guarding Ange, smiled knowingly.
None of the four bodyguards moved, because the one who brought this beautiful girl here was Ange's butler Frank.
The old butler bowed and said, "My Lord, please forgive my self-assertion. I think you are too nervous and need to relax."
As he spoke, the beauty walked over with a sexy cat step. A golden decisive battle swimsuit, with a diagonal white transparent lace short skirt that opened from the waist to the thigh root, any extra 1 square centimeter of fabric is a huge waste of social resources!
This scene is absolutely explosive in terms of visual impact.
"I forgive you." Ange stood up as if he was fascinated.
"Hello! Mr. Infiniti, my name is Anna." Her voice is gentle and beautiful, and you can tell at least that she is at the singer level. A few notes from her red lips make people feel soft.
"Boss?" Louis asked knowingly.
"Bring me a rope, a stronger one."
Louis: ? ? ?
Anger repeated it again, and Louis had to do it.
Then, in front of everyone, Anger smiled evilly: "Turn around and lie down on the beach chair!"
Miss Anna had an unconcealable shame and anger in her eyes, but she chose to do it.
Ignoring the beautiful woman's graceful body curve, Anger stabbed her like a turtle shell in front of the butler and four bodyguards.
This situation made them extremely embarrassed. Although their young master was a playboy, he would never play so fancy before.
Without waiting for Miss Anna to react, Anger stuffed a knot into her mouth. At this time, Anger finally smiled: "Great makeup, I almost didn't recognize you. Miss Dana Lance of the Black Mask Club! Or should I call you... Black Canary?"
As soon as the voice fell, everyone else's eyes widened to the maximum in an instant.
Anger leisurely took out a military dagger from under his bathrobe and pressed it against the beautiful woman's snow-white neck: "Shh! Don't use your ultrasound, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't shake."