Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 515: A series of actions, the analysis was completely wrong.
By the time Clark, Homelander, Queen Maeve, and A-Train arrived at the scene, the battle inside the cult's lair was already over.

If it can still be called a battle.

boom!
A tremendous force yanked the locked door open, and Homelander was the first to enter the room, his expression somewhat somber.

This is also a spacious basement, dimly lit, with old and worn-out furnishings. Crates of guns, weapons, and ammunition are piled up in the corners, and the smell of gun oil mixed with a lot of human odor makes one feel uncomfortable.

A two-headed snake flag hangs on the wall, the only clean and tidy thing in the basement, seemingly placed there by someone else.

What is most striking are the human bodies lying haphazardly on the ground.

A dense cacophony of low wails and groans echoed across the dimly lit ground, while grotesque, twisted human figures writhed and moved in the shadows. If this were a scene from a supernatural movie, it would be a veritable den of demons, a place of ghosts roaming the night and rivers of blood.

But there was no smell of blood in the basement.

“Everyone of them has tattoos; they are all members of the Shining Glory organization.”

Under Homelander's X-ray vision, the pitch-black basement was no different from daytime. He could see the true faces of the group of people on the ground; they were all from Asia, but he couldn't understand the language of their muttered curses.

But the flag on the wall says it all.

“Everyone’s arms and legs were broken, they were completely unable to resist, and even their jaws were dislocated,” Clark added. “Their methods were very sophisticated. There was no blood, they didn’t make them cry for help, and there weren’t even many bullet holes in the surrounding walls—this is probably related to the fact that they pulled the power switch.”

After saying this, he suddenly paused, because the method seemed somewhat similar to that of an old acquaintance he knew well—but the other party usually wouldn't use the method of pulling the power switch; he would directly use a batarang to break the light bulb to prevent others from restoring the power.

But he was also certain that Batman hadn't followed him into this world, so his super brain instantly understood the situation.

"The timing was right around the time of the sports meet competition at the locomotive, but they didn't tell me. Was it because of time constraints or because they had a plan?"

Maeve doesn't have night vision, so she took out her phone and turned on the flashlight to see the flag on the wall—there was a light directly above the flag, but it wasn't on at the moment.

"I'll go pull the switch."

The locomotive was moving very fast, and he only took a few seconds to run outside the room, find the electricity meter switch, and turn it back on.

Snap——

The pale light shone on the flag, finally bringing some light to the pitch-black basement. Maeve turned off her flashlight and, together with the returning Locomotive, gazed at the many radiant members in the basement.

"There are at least twenty people lying here, and seven or eight more lying outside, making a total of more than thirty. This group of people entered New York armed with guns. If they cause trouble, it will definitely lead to a large-scale violent incident."

Maeve surveyed the surroundings: "First, pull the power switch, then raid the basement and blend into the crowd so they won't focus fire on us with their guns; dislocate the jaw to prevent us from making any noise, break the arms and legs to disable our ability to resist. Everyone wants to catch the intruder, but everyone has lost their sight at this point, so they can't find anyone and dare not shoot."

"Do those people even care about the lives of their own people?" The locomotive looked down and fiddled with the broken limbs of a fallen terrorist member, listening to the groans coming from his throat: "I thought they were all inhuman lunatics who didn't care about human life."

“It’s not that we don’t want to, it’s that we can’t.” Homelander sneered as he removed one of the men’s gloves, revealing a thick bandage wrapped around his hand: “All of these men have penetrating wounds on their hands. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have piled all their rifles in the box in the corner. In their current condition, they can barely even use a pistol.”

Maeve walked to the wall and touched the bullet holes on it.

"Probably at the very end, a few people still tried to pull out their pistols to fight back, but the people who came were all skilled, and there were probably quite a few of them; by then, most of them had already fallen to the ground, and the remaining few fired a few blank shots before being taken down."

"The gunshots attracted the attention of the citizens, who immediately called the police," Maeve summarized. "These people acted very efficiently, but they didn't kill anyone and left before we arrived."

"They can see at night, so maybe they got their hands on infrared night vision devices?" The locomotive was puzzled. "But what's the point of all this preparation and investment? Is it some kind of chivalrous act?"

After muttering those two sentences, he turned to look at another member of the organization, and when their eyes met, he suddenly froze.

He recognized the face.

This person was one of the members who handled the handover when he transported Compound V to Chinatown countless times in the past.

After the attack that day, the group was dispersed to search the streets and alleys of New York for the attackers, but they found nothing for two consecutive days.

This morning, the group disappeared from Chinatown. Walter immediately tried to contact them to find out their location, but they had already guessed Walter's intention to obtain information and silence them, and immediately cut off contact.

From that moment on, the relationship between the two sides began to change. Once the terrorist group members were found, Vought would immediately issue a warrant for their arrest, and Homelander would be sent to execute them all.

Cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead. The train engine saw the other person staring intently at him, trying to move his lips and making muffled sounds in his throat, as if he wanted to say something.

“You’d better not say anything,” he thought to himself. He couldn’t let these people see the police and be taken to the station alive—once they opened their mouths, he and Walter would be finished.

The locomotive instinctively turned its head and met Homelander's gaze. The two immediately realized that the other was thinking the same thing.

“Superman,” Homelander suddenly spoke up, “you’re much faster than me, and you have X-ray vision. Could you go out and search the nearby streets?”

"Huh?" Clark was surprised by Homelander's sudden politeness. "Why?"

"Because only about two minutes have passed, the group of people who did this can't have gone very far."

As Homelander spoke, he dragged everyone off the ground and laid them neatly on the floor: "If you see any suspicious people with night vision goggles on their bodies, you can probably pinpoint your target."

"how about you?"

"I'll go and bring the other seven or eight people outside into the basement so they can be treated later."

(End of this chapter)