Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 5 Parasitic Infiltration

The bodyguards were speechless. Was this a bruise? He was completely covered in bruises.

Fragmentation grenades aren't large cannonballs; their destructive power is slicing. It's just that the torn flesh mixed with the Jokers' own paint makes them look really colorful.

For a moment, they all wondered if their boss had some kind of perverted fetish.

But the next second, when Ang saw the corpse clearly, he started gagging.

This performance secretly relieved Louis and his bodyguards. Ang's sudden display of power had startled them quite a bit, but now it seemed that it was just the result of their boss's years of experience with guns. In the end, he was just a rich young master who had never killed anyone.

The safety rating of Gotham City depends on who you're referring to.

For ordinary people, this is hell.

For the wealthy, this is paradise.

In this small world, police officers and firefighters are just a group of working people. The more taxes a neighborhood pays, the more police there will be.

If you have fire insurance, firefighters will arrive at your home immediately in case of a fire.

Didn't you buy insurance?

Sorry, the firefighters will water the insured house next door to prevent your fire from spreading, and then stand with their hands in their pockets and watch your house burn to ashes.

Don't expect police to patrol the slums.

The same principle applies to security.

As a top-tier VIP client of the security company, the company received the news immediately after the attack:

Less than fifteen minutes later, a civilian helicopter equipped with two Gatling six-barreled machine guns arrived at the scene.

Twenty minutes later, three civilian-version armored vehicles with machine guns arrived, carrying a full tactical squadron of fifty men.

That's right! This is the power of money!

In Gotham City, known as the "safest city" in the United States, this is legal!

Having narrowly escaped death, Ang returned to his extended Lincoln, opened the fingerprint safe, and handed stacks of hundred-dollar bills (Franklin) to Louis and his companions in front of the new security personnel.

"Brothers, you've had a scare. In addition to the compensation agreed upon beforehand, this is an extra tip for you. Now that this is over, everyone go find some fun and relax."

Bodyguards are human too; they take risks to do their jobs, so naturally they need high rewards.

Even a 24/7 bodyguard like Louis only earns $1500 a day. That's the money paid to the security company; the bodyguard gets a much higher amount.

$50,000 per person is enough to turn their heartfelt greetings to the Ang family into the most beautiful blessings in the world.

"Oh—you're the most generous boss I've ever met!" Louis and his companions' eyes were practically glued to the $ sign.

A group of security personnel nearby stared wide-eyed. Ang smiled wickedly and dragged out another suitcase: "Louis, give each of the new brothers three thousand dollars as a greeting gift. After this matter is settled, each of them will receive the same amount as an extra tip."

"Long live the Boss!"

Whether read as "security guard" or "mercenary," both professions involve risking one's life. Nobody likes to talk about feelings with their employer; a generous employer who is willing to give extra tips is the best employer. Moreover, as ordinary security guards, their salaries are only half that of 24-hour bodyguards.

Three thousand cuts is definitely not a small amount.

And so, a group of heavily armed men protected Ang and Wonder Woman as they continued toward their predetermined objective.

Before long, a slender figure appeared on the roughly cleaned battlefield.

She made a phone call: "Mr. Siennis, our instigation failed. The target's bodyguards were more capable than expected; they defeated over a hundred members of the Joker gang."

"Useless! All of you are useless!" The man in black on the other end of the phone was furious.

The woman shrank back slightly, and once her boss calmed down, she continued, "Boss, what should I do?"

"Miss Diana Lance, I want you to do this..."

For a while.

"Yes, Boss!"

Meanwhile, a terrified Ang, along with his bodyguards, took a boat out to sea and arrived at his private island.

This small island, covering an area of ​​about seven square kilometers, is surrounded by the sea on all sides, and three sides are cliffs more than thirty meters high. There is only one road leading into the manor.

The manor's walls are 7 meters high, with the lower half being 5 meters high and half a meter thick. They are made of high-density reinforced concrete, while the upper half is made of steel grating with hooks and barbs, as well as infrared cameras and sensors.

Inside the manor, there was nothing within a hundred meters of the wall, and all the movements could not be hidden from the surveillance cameras and the watchtowers at the four corners of the manor.

The inner circle is a ten-meter-wide "moat" that encircles the entire manor, complemented by a five-meter-high protective wall.

The guard rooms inside were built to bunker standards.

Ang couldn't fathom how afraid of death the original owner of this body must have been to have turned his home into this mess.

With the arrival of nearly a hundred security personnel and a large number of heavy weapons that are definitely contraband, it's safe to say that even a Marine Corps unit couldn't take this place.

Ang was not at all at ease, because this only applies to mortals.

He had no idea what kind of monsters he would encounter in order to protect Wonder Woman. After all, this was Gotham City, and there were far too many villains who weren't human, or rather, weren't human.

Even the Joker Gang, the ones who just arrived today are just peripheral grunts, only slightly better than cannon fodder who rush in with baseball bats. Some of the specially enhanced crazy clown soldiers haven't even been brought out yet.

These elite soldiers, without exception, had all been exposed to the bizarre chemical agents in the chemical plant. Although it was a diluted version used by the clown, it was still quite potent. This gave these clown soldiers strength and vitality slightly beyond that of ordinary people.

He needed to buy insurance, so he made a special call to the Batman's old house. Unexpectedly, it wasn't his grandfather's old butler, Alfred, who answered the phone, but a female secretary. Whether it was his imagination or not, the other person seemed subtly nervous.

"I am Greg Ann. I would like to contact Mr. Bruce Wayne."

Do you have an appointment?

"no."

As expected, the secretary on the phone immediately made up an excuse. That's just how important people are; if you try to contact them directly without a personal relationship, you'll be treated like a nobody and will definitely be unreachable.

Ang settled for second best: "Then please help me contact his butler, Mr. Alfred Pennyworth."

You can't expect to book a butler's appointment too, can you?

who knows……

"Mr. Pennyworth? He's not here right now. Is there anything I need to tell him?"

"Just tell him I've contacted him and ask him to call me back at this number."

"Okay. Is there anything else you need?"

"there is none left."

Hanging up the phone, Ang frowned. As a butler who had served the Wayne family for generations, Alfred was undoubtedly extremely dutiful. His absence from the Batman mansion meant that Batman was most likely injured this time.

He had to do something to appease the bodyguards.

He pulled Louis aside: "Here's what happened. I accidentally brought back Mr. Wayne's VIP guest, which led to a small misunderstanding with Mr. Black Mask. The Joker gang incident was actually an accident; I have no conflict with Mr. Joker. As long as we re-establish contact with Mr. Wayne, the Wayne Enterprises will naturally clean up this mess."

This was the excuse he gave.

If they were to actually face the Joker, it would be a big question mark how much fighting spirit these mercenaries would have left.

At least... you'll have to pay more!

In fact, when Ang brought Wonder Woman to this island estate, not only was the Joker himself missing, but even Black Mask found it troublesome.

Once Ang has left Gotham City and gone out to sea, he can no longer leverage the manpower advantage of the underworld.

In Gotham City, Black Mask can mobilize more than a thousand people at will, but how do you send more than a thousand thugs to the island?

The biggest problem is transportation.

This thing is all about money and connections.

After a certain wealthy patron, disguised as a money-grubbing hermit, hinted to the security company to bring over some "legal" Stinger missiles, the manor fell into an eerie silence for three consecutive days.

It's safe, but it's a bit boring.

into the night.

"Life is truly as lonely as snow!" Next to the manor's main building, which boasts a luxurious Baroque style, stands a 25-meter-long infinity pool. Around the pool are various sizes of hydrotherapy tubs. Ang leans against the pool wall, feeling the surging water jets behind him, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Under the moonlight, a shapely female figure appeared on the other side of the pool.

As soon as this fair-skinned, blonde, wavy-haired beauty appeared, Louis, who was standing guard beside Ang, revealed a knowing smile.

None of the four bodyguards moved, because the person who brought this pretty girl was Ang's butler, Frank.

The old steward bowed and said, "My lord, please forgive my presumption. I think you are too tense and need to relax."

As he spoke, the beautiful woman swayed over with a sexy cat-like gait. She wore a golden, battle-ready swimsuit paired with a white, sheer lace miniskirt that slit at the waist and extended to her upper thigh; using even a single square centimeter more fabric would be a tremendous waste of social resources!

This scene is absolutely visually stunning.

"I forgive you." Ang stood up as if he were in a trance.

"Hello! Mr. Infiniti, my name is Anna." Her voice was melodious and pleasant to listen to; one could tell at a glance that she was at least a singer. A few notes from her red lips were enough to make one's bones melt.

"Boss?" Louis asked knowingly.

"Get me a rope, a sturdy one."

Louis: ? ? ?

Ang repeated it again, and Louis had no choice but to do as he was told.

Then, in front of everyone, Ang grinned mischievously and said, "Turn around and lie down on the beach chair!"

Miss Anna's eyes held an undisguised shame and anger, but she chose to comply.

Ignoring the beautiful curves of the woman's body, right in front of the butler and four bodyguards, Ang stabbed her into a turtle shell shape.

This situation made them incredibly embarrassed. Their young master, though a playboy, had never done anything so outrageous before.

Before Miss Anna could react, Ang forcefully shoved a knot into her mouth. At this point, Ang finally laughed: "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 he finished speaking, everyone else's eyes widened instantly.

Ang casually pulled a military dagger from under his bathrobe and pressed it against the beautiful woman's snow-white neck: "Shh! Don't use your ultrasound, or I can't guarantee my hand won't shake."

(End of this chapter)