I just want to live a peaceful life in DC world

Chapter 165 Prey
Whether it is short or not, the three days have passed quickly.

In the end, it was impossible to contact anyone from the Justice League to provide support-but even so, Joaquin decided to go ahead with the plan.

"Are you ready, Barbara?"

On Amanda Waller's warship, Jacques pressed the communicator by his ear solemnly.

"No problem. The screen in front of me is already showing Gotham's power transmission in real time. But really don't wait a few days to see if I can get in touch with the Justice League—"

"There is no need for this. Besides, the current Justice League actually only has second-line heroes and cannot provide us with much help. Now we only need to rely on our companions."

Jacques shook his head, turned and walked to the front of the warship.

At the bow of the ship, a tall and exquisite figure is standing proudly, looking at the submerged Gotham City.

Perhaps hearing the sound of Jacques' footsteps, the corners of Bruce Wayne's mouth rose slightly, and she took out a small metal stick-like object from behind her, and with the sound of the mechanical mechanism rattling, the metal object quickly extended and unfolded, It ended up being a weapon with a bat-shaped trident at the end.

"When we went to the Star Lab to get the drill that day, I heard from Barbara that you also stole some N metal to make this new weapon?"

Brucey stroked the trident in his hand, and looked at Jacques with slightly provocative eyes.

"This trident can fully display my divine power, which is very different from the toy last time. If I do it again, neither you nor that flashpoint Batman will be my enemy."

Jacques shrugged, looking indifferent.

"In this case, I'm looking forward to your record against other members of the Dark Knights. You can prepare to do it, Bruce."

Brucey curled her lips, seemingly dissatisfied with Jacques's reaction, but she still turned her head to look forward, took a deep breath and jumped up.

After she flipped gracefully in the air, she jumped onto the water in front of the warship. However, like a fairy in the lake in legend, she stood firmly on the water and did not sink.

Then, after a magnificent turn of the trident in her hand, she thrust it hard into the water in front of her.

"Ocean! Listen to my orders!"

buzzing-

A strange golden light shone on Brucey's trident, and then accompanied by a low muffled sound, the surrounding water began to become unsettled, and the warship also began to turbulent violently.

Jacques, who was holding on to the railing tightly to keep his balance, could clearly see that the sea level in the distance, which originally submerged Gotham City to a depth of ten meters, began to drop rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From the bungalows that have been soaked for too long and have been dilapidated, to a messy street full of garbage, to the last Gotham port, the flood that submerged Gotham for a whole week has finally receded.

But Jacques is very clear that for Gotham and even the world, the really big crisis has just begun.

"Jacques! I can already see it! There is a large amount of current flowing to a depth of about 60 meters underground!"

Hearing Barbara's hasty voice from the communicator next to his ear, Jacques knew that the first step of his plan was a success—the Owl Court, as he expected, had already activated the underground investigation the moment the flood receded. The experimental site is powered.

"Can you determine the location of the current supply?"

"Yes. There are five in total! And the reactions of spectral energy, Olympian power, speed force, and Kryptonian radiation were detected respectively."

"Then which one is left must be the summoning site of the killing machine, please send me the coordinates."

"Understood, the coordinates have been sent to you."

"Thank you, Barbara, and the source of the electricity supply—have you found the power station controlled by the Court of Owls?"

"I see that the power station with abnormally increased power belongs to the Lex Group—wait, Joaquin, this is for refugees—"

However, before Barbara finished speaking, Jacques had already pressed the button on the communicator to switch the communication object.

"You heard me, Deathshooter."

"Roger that!"

call out!
From the communicator, Jacques could hear the sound of the FIM-92 Stinger missile launching, and then he saw a bright fire flashing somewhere on the outskirts of Gotham City, and a lot of thick smoke rose into the sky.

"The power station of the Lex Group has been blown up as planned."

Hearing the ruthless voice of Deathshooter, Jacques nodded sullenly.

There are a lot of medical equipment among the refugees that need to be powered, and there are many innocent workers in the power plant, Jacques is very clear about this.

But what he knows better is that every second of delay may allow the court of owls to speed up the progress of the summoning of the Dark Knights. It will take a lot of time to transfer the supply line.

The simplest and rude way is to immediately destroy the power station and interrupt the power supply.

Of course, Jacques didn't intend to tell Barbara about this solution from the beginning, nor did he intend to ask for her consent.

"Get to the drill truck quickly and get ready to move. I'll send you the coordinates of the Red Death. Remember, you don't have to defeat him, you just need to entangle him and you'll understand."

Jacques turned his head and walked towards the deck, only to hear a crash, and Bruce Wayne jumped back to Jacques on the rising water column.

"You're going to make that girl hate you."

Brucey looked at Jacques with a slightly teasing look.

"No, she's kind but also smart, and she'll understand me in the end."

On the deck, there are two odd-shaped vehicles neatly arranged. They look like molded army tanks, but the front position is installed with a huge drill bit nearly three meters long.

This is the man-made diamond drill bit that Jacques and the others snatched from the Star Lab two days ago, and was modified on the battle tank of the Mold Army through the powerful IQ of Bruce and Thomas.

This modified drill car can easily drill to a depth of hundreds of meters underground, and it is the tool used by Jacques and the others to reach the target location.

"You should also start to act, Brucey, as we agreed before, you will deal with the ruthless iron fist that also has supernatural power."

Jacques opened the door of the chariot, and a scent of flowers came to his face - Poison Ivy was already sitting in the passenger seat waiting for him.

"Those criminals are going to deal with the Red Death, and I'm going to deal with the Iron Fists of Mercy, so what about you, which one do you plan to choose as your opponent?"

Before getting into his drill truck, Bruce looked at Jacques with interest.

"Hmph, the persimmon is soft. I don't plan to confront a monster like the Devastator. The abilities of Poison Ivy and I can't exert their due effect in front of the killing machine."

Jacques squinted his eyes, trying to calm down the uneasy emotions in his heart. The moment the flood receded, his crisis instinct kept sounding the alarm, and it didn't stop for a second.

"Dark Lights, that fallen Green Lantern Batman is my prey."

(End of this chapter)