Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 556 Hurrah!

At Vought International, the daily lives of the Seven superheroes consist of lying and acting for about 80% of the time.

That's easy to understand. Where in New York are there so many suitable, non-dangerous, major, and sufficiently public-interest emergencies for you superheroes to handle? This isn't some sin-filled city from a comic book where you can throw a brick on the street and hit several supervillains.

While New York City is known for its honest and simple people, it still falls far short of Gotham City. If you think about it, if a city doesn't have supervillains but does have superhumans, its security might be much better than that of downtown.

The superhero community has an immense deterrent effect on ordinary criminals.

Therefore, Deepsea was already used to the long list of tasks that Walter gave him each time, which clearly indicated where he should go, what he should do, and how many he should kill the next day—simple and easy to understand, even a three-year-old could follow the steps.

Anyway, it's all a performance stage arranged in advance by Walter, or a carefully selected criminal group, or simply a complete self-directed and self-acted show. Deep Sea himself is too lazy to distinguish between truth and falsehood. He has always been submissive and obedient. What's wrong with listening to Walter and being Homelander's dog?

Isn't it comfortable to live a life of success and wealth?
Only today, when faced with Barrett's request, Deep Sea suddenly fell silent.

"I'm asking you a question, did you hear me?"

Barrett frowned and asked again, "There's a ton of work to do at the company. We don't have time to waste here. You can have nothing to do at night after you're done, but I still have to go to work."

"I don't want to participate in this press conference."

Deep Sea glanced at Barrett's impatient face and said in a low voice, "I've been in Walter for so many years and told so many lies. I've put up with it."

“But this is about fish—I can really talk to them, I can even empathize with them, I know exactly what they are like, and I don’t want to lie about this.”

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Barrett looked into the deep sea and felt that the cowardly hero in front of him, who had always been the worst of the Vought Seven, had become somewhat unfamiliar and even repulsive: "I don't have time to argue with you about this over and over again. Vought has a lot on his plate right now, and you don't have the right to refuse, you know?"

"Why not?" Deep Sea retorted in his mind, "What can you do to me?"

But then he thought of something and suddenly fell silent.

Seeing that he didn't argue anymore, Barrett breathed a sigh of relief. She reached out and opened the office door, saying to Deep Sea, "Very good. At least you're still clear-headed and know what you should do. You won't make a scene over a bunch of fish to the point where I need to consult Mr. Edgar."

Shen Hai nodded. Since joining the company, he had never been as clear-headed as he was today.

"Don't forget, you've been doing this for so many years—don't be foolish now."

Before Barrett saw him out, he added a final remark, which served as a warning.

But the warning had no effect whatsoever.

Shen Hai thought back to that night when he went to the dolphinarium and heard those sharp, mournful cries. Why couldn't he empathize with the fish?
Its name is Deep Sea, and its ability is to communicate with fish. It is naturally at home in rivers, lakes and seas.

Everyone has their own bottom line and sore spots. Even the seven members of Waterley's group can accept lying, deceiving, putting on a show, and taking on commercial orders—ultimately, these things are at least harmless, and he can barely cover up his conscience with a fig leaf.

But he couldn't imagine himself in a dolphinarium in Oceania, surrounded by the desperate cries and pleas of dolphins, while simultaneously having to answer a barrage of questions from the media, saying that the dolphins were actually very free and healthy there, that their food was perfectly fine, and that they were absolutely not being mistreated.
Fish, or rather, those who truly accept their own kind, are among the few bottom lines and taboos of the deep sea that they do not want to be crossed.

Of course, there are lower limits than this, but Walter doesn't threaten his life now, so his lowest limit has returned to this one.

With tomorrow's press conference in mind, Shenhai already had an idea in mind.

“Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down”

The phone kept ringing.

"So, did he answer?"

In the basement hideout of the Black Robe Squad, Butcher couldn't help but ask Franky, who had just picked up his phone, a question.

Franky rolled his eyes.

"If that guy answers, I'll just put it on speakerphone." "When did he leave?" the breastfeeding mother asked from the side. "Didn't he say anything before he left?"

"What could I say? We just talked about your business."

The butcher replied, "I just didn't expect you to come back so quickly—could it be that Old Ma's beat-up Toyota is actually quite good?"

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The mere mention of the vehicle that Ma Zhaodi had provided them caused immediate discomfort on the faces of Breast Milk, Frankie, and Kimiko, who all covered their mouths as if their stomachs were beginning to cramp.

There was no way around it; I had already thrown up once during the few hours I drove there in autopilot mode, and then I threw up again during the few hours I drove back in autopilot mode.

As for why it switched from manual to automatic, it's simply because it couldn't keep up with the traffic conditions on the road; the speed of this thing was too high.

When the three of them nearly collided with a car and tried to slow down, they discovered that the vehicle had automatically switched to autonomous driving mode.

Is it fast? It's really fast.

Is it scary? Yes, it is scary.

If it weren't for the fact that this car could still deform and was Old Ma's masterpiece, the three of them would have dismantled it after landing and vomiting back at their destination.

"So Old Ma ran off without saying anything, and we haven't heard from him since?"

Breastfeeding couldn't help but frown: "I still can't get through on the phone—what on earth is he doing?"

"I don't know. I originally thought he would go after the superpowered person who assassinated the witness."

The butcher replied, "I intended to go with him, but now he's disappeared."

"Hey, wait a minute, the call went through!"

Franky's eyes suddenly lit up. He reached out and turned on the speakerphone, asking directly, "Old Ma, where are you? Where did you go?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't answer him directly, but instead shouted out a sentence in Russian in a high-spirited and excited tone.

"Ula!"

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The three men in black robes couldn't help but exchange glances, their eyes quickly meeting.

"What does this mean?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it."

"Don't look at me, I don't understand either."

Immediately afterward, the voice on the other end of the phone continued.

Thump thump thump—

"PPSh!"

Da da da--

"Vodka!"

(End of this chapter)