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Chapter 872
chapter 0361 part 1
Chapter 357: Broken Spear
Tang Song looked out the car window. On the State Road ahead, a long blockade line had been set up. Fully armed Federation Soldiers were visible inside and outside the blockade line.
These soldiers surrounded the old district ahead, using Armored Personnel Carriers and Tanks as Bunker, setting up light and heavy machine gun positions.
The Rooftops of the dilapidated Tall buildings near the old district were also covered with Soldiers, in addition to the hundreds of Attack Helicopters hovering and flying in the sky.
Based on the numbers, the New Jersey National Guard had deployed at least ten thousand Military personnel here. In this situation, even an idiot could see that something big had happened in this abandoned old district near Gotham City.
Originating from the Federation Person's traditional love for enjoying the spectacle regardless of the trouble, the Military lockdown instead attracted a large crowd to gather in front of the blockade line.
Among these people were Reporters who wanted to get firsthand information, Gang Thugs who wanted to fish in troubled waters, and simple busybodies.
At least a thousand people and hundreds of vehicles gathered outside the blockade line. Amidst the faint clamor, slogans like "Freedom of the Press" and "Public's Right to Know" could faintly be heard.
"I'll get off here!"
Tang Song paid the fare and gave the Driver a twenty US Dollars Tip. After receiving the Tip, the Driver enthusiastically helped him take down his Suitcase.
"What a weird guy!"
Back in the car, the Driver watched Tang Song, who was pulling his Suitcase and walking unhurriedly towards the blockade line. The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
"Could there be a Bomb in his Suitcase?!"
Military, blockade line, heavy Suitcase! Strange Easterner! The Driver's face suddenly turned pale. He had originally planned to wait here to see if he could pick up another person to take back to Gotham City. In this situation, he wished he could stomp the Accelerator through the Fuel tank. Vroom!
He drove the taxi as if it were a Sports Car, escaping from here with Black Smoke billowing.
"We want the Public's Right to Know!"
"Freedom of the Press!"
"White Person get out of Gotham City!"
Outside the blockade line, it had become a scene of revelry. Thousands of people gathered, shouting various chaotic slogans.
Environmentalism and Vegetarians also came to join the fun.
Some Black People wearing Cowboy Hats and Gold Chains of unknown authenticity gathered together, their eyes glazed over, making vulgar Gestures towards the heavily armed Soldiers, a string of Rap flowing from their mouths.
A few Thugs with business acumen weaved through the crowd of protesters, starting to peddle a Feature of the Federation, certain dried green plants.
In front of an Interview Van, a female Host in professional attire held a Microphone, constantly explaining something to the Lens held by the cameraman, appearing quite agitated.
Less than ten meters away from the female Reporter, a fat Black Person weighing at least three hundred Tonnage seemed to be surrounded by a group of people cheering him on.
Not far from this group, a group of women, also bare-chested, held signs protesting discrimination against women and staged a sit-in.
This scene could truly be described as a Host of Devils dancing wildly. Even the Outer Realm Heavenly Demon, Boss Tang, who had seen much of the World, couldn't help but take a second look.
From the Scene, these people had likely been gathered here for some time. Dozens of Tents had even been set up on the roads along both sides of the Interstate Highway. There were even Mexicans and Chinese people who had brought Dining Carts to sell Food, Burritos, and simple Hamburgers by the Roadside.
Besides the crowds protesting near the Interstate Highway, some people were driving SUVs and Pickup Trucks off the Highway, clearly trying to find loopholes in the National Guard's defenses to sneak into the old district.
A Fighter Jet painted with a horizontal V pattern, resembling an inverted triangle eye, hovered over the old district. On the Fighter Jet, a group of Agents were busy working busily.
In the Fighter Jet's Command Room, a middle-aged fat Black Person woman with typical thick lips of African Americans, was speaking on the phone in a respectful tone.
"Director, don't worry, we have a Contingency Plan. Once these Street Vigilantes fail, we will activate Plan B! Yes, yes, don't worry!"
Just then, the Doorbell of the Command Office rang. The fat Black Person woman hung up the phone, her demeanor instantly becoming haughty. "Enter!"
A Man in a Black Suit pushed the door open and walked in. "Officer, the National Guard reported that the crowd outside the blockade line is growing. If this continues, if those Parademons riot, things will become troublesome!"
"Tell the National Guard's commander to use Tear Gas to expel and drive away these people! Do I still need to teach you such a small matter?"
The fat Black Person woman, like a middle-aged woman, waved her hand impatiently.
"Yes! Officer!"
The Black Suit Agent nodded and turned to leave.
"Wait! Tell all departments to be ready for Plan B at any time! Send out Reconnaissance Aircraft. Once those few Vigilantes' actions fail, immediately drop Nuclear Bombs!"
"Officer, shouldn't we discuss this with those few Superheroes beforehand and give them time to evacuate?" The Black Suit Agent looked at the middle-aged fat woman with some hesitation.
The middle-aged fat Black Person woman's large backside sat on the Office Chair, pressing it until it seemed unable to bear the weight. She said indifferently, "Discuss? Hesitation will give those Aliens a chance. I believe that for the safety of all Humanity, they will understand our actions!"
Understand? So it's not you getting hit by the Nuclear Bomb, he muttered inwardly. But on the surface, the Agent still wore an expression that showed he was considering her.
"Officer, Ms. Prince has Themyscira (Paradise Island) behind her, after all. Won't doing this cause a Diplomatic Dispute? And between her and Commander Trevor, although Mr. Trevor has passed away, he was the founder of ARGUS after all. Shouldn't we consider the impact?"
The middle-aged fat Black Person woman, who was the current Cobra Commander of ARGUS, Amanda Waller, couldn't help but adjust her Glasses when she heard her Subordinate Agent's words.
She didn't care about the lives of these Superheroes, but if it truly caused a severe diplomatic impact as her Subordinate Agent said, it would undoubtedly affect her career advancement.
For Amanda Waller, who aspired to be the first Black female President of the Federation, anything that affected her advancement was unacceptable.
"Go notify them. We will give them fifteen minutes to evacuate!" Amanda Waller said with a patronizing expression.
Golden Light spread across Diana's body. The Strength from the Zeus Bloodline poured out of Diana without reservation. The blessings of the six Olympian deities floated around Diana's body like ribbons.
Diana felt that in this state, she could cleave a mountain with one sword. However, when her Godslayer Sword clashed with Steppenwolf's battle axe, she realized how terrifying this New God was.
Steppenwolf, as one of the oldest members of the New Gods, was even the direct nephew of Darkseid, the Ruler of Apokolips!
He had conquered countless Planets for Darkseid with his powerful Strength. It could be said that Diana, who had not yet fully developed her own Strength, was no match for Steppenwolf at all.
Wonder Woman Diana, wielding the Godslayer Sword, held the sword with both hands and took an axe strike from Steppenwolf head-on. Beneath her Feet, in the shockwaves of the clash between Old God and New God powers, the old district could not withstand this powerful pressure. The already dilapidated Ground silently collapsed and crumbled.
Diana herself was sent flying dozens of meters away, her Feet digging two deep gouges in the Ground like a plow.
"Drop the Nuclear Bomb! Are you serious? This is your Country's homeland!"
Casually swinging her sword, she killed two Parademons that pounced for an easy kill. Diana suddenly found that the Communicator she carried was ringing. Thinking it was Bruce Wayne, Diana glanced at Arthur not far away and took a brief break to answer the phone. Unexpectedly, the person on the other end claimed to be an Agent from ARGUS, and the first sentence they spoke instantly made Diana's anger flare up.
"Ms. Prince, we have no choice either. For Federation security, we cannot let these extraterrestrial life forms escape this area. If your actions fail, we will give you ten minutes to evacuate! This is already the result I fought hard to secure! Mr. Trevor was my Mentor, Ms. Prince, I think if he were alive, he wouldn't want to see anything happen to you!"
Hearing the Agent on the other end mention her Ex-boyfriend's name, Diana was silent for a moment: "Thank you for your kindness. What's your name?"
"Lyla! Lyla Michaels!"
"Thank you, Lyla! Trust me, we will definitely drive these Aliens out—"
"Splash!"
Without Diana's assistance, facing Steppenwolf's heavy battle axe, Aquaman Arthur's figure moved like a fish in the Sea, engaging Steppenwolf in hit-and-run tactics.
He maintained a certain distance from Steppenwolf, occasionally throwing his trident, truly like a fisherman catching fish.
His trident was imbued with his magic power. As long as he opened his hand, the trident enveloped in pale blue magic power would return to his hand.
Amidst bellows, the sharp trident stirred up water spray that flew everywhere, continuously stabbing towards Steppenwolf.
Chapter 357: Broken Spear
Tang Song looked out the car window. On the State Road ahead, a long blockade line had been set up. Fully armed Federation Soldiers were visible inside and outside the blockade line.
These soldiers surrounded the old district ahead, using Armored Personnel Carriers and Tanks as Bunker, setting up light and heavy machine gun positions.
The Rooftops of the dilapidated Tall buildings near the old district were also covered with Soldiers, in addition to the hundreds of Attack Helicopters hovering and flying in the sky.
Based on the numbers, the New Jersey National Guard had deployed at least ten thousand Military personnel here. In this situation, even an idiot could see that something big had happened in this abandoned old district near Gotham City.
Originating from the Federation Person's traditional love for enjoying the spectacle regardless of the trouble, the Military lockdown instead attracted a large crowd to gather in front of the blockade line.
Among these people were Reporters who wanted to get firsthand information, Gang Thugs who wanted to fish in troubled waters, and simple busybodies.
At least a thousand people and hundreds of vehicles gathered outside the blockade line. Amidst the faint clamor, slogans like "Freedom of the Press" and "Public's Right to Know" could faintly be heard.
"I'll get off here!"
Tang Song paid the fare and gave the Driver a twenty US Dollars Tip. After receiving the Tip, the Driver enthusiastically helped him take down his Suitcase.
"What a weird guy!"
Back in the car, the Driver watched Tang Song, who was pulling his Suitcase and walking unhurriedly towards the blockade line. The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
"Could there be a Bomb in his Suitcase?!"
Military, blockade line, heavy Suitcase! Strange Easterner! The Driver's face suddenly turned pale. He had originally planned to wait here to see if he could pick up another person to take back to Gotham City. In this situation, he wished he could stomp the Accelerator through the Fuel tank. Vroom!
He drove the taxi as if it were a Sports Car, escaping from here with Black Smoke billowing.
"We want the Public's Right to Know!"
"Freedom of the Press!"
"White Person get out of Gotham City!"
Outside the blockade line, it had become a scene of revelry. Thousands of people gathered, shouting various chaotic slogans.
Environmentalism and Vegetarians also came to join the fun.
Some Black People wearing Cowboy Hats and Gold Chains of unknown authenticity gathered together, their eyes glazed over, making vulgar Gestures towards the heavily armed Soldiers, a string of Rap flowing from their mouths.
A few Thugs with business acumen weaved through the crowd of protesters, starting to peddle a Feature of the Federation, certain dried green plants.
In front of an Interview Van, a female Host in professional attire held a Microphone, constantly explaining something to the Lens held by the cameraman, appearing quite agitated.
Less than ten meters away from the female Reporter, a fat Black Person weighing at least three hundred Tonnage seemed to be surrounded by a group of people cheering him on.
Not far from this group, a group of women, also bare-chested, held signs protesting discrimination against women and staged a sit-in.
This scene could truly be described as a Host of Devils dancing wildly. Even the Outer Realm Heavenly Demon, Boss Tang, who had seen much of the World, couldn't help but take a second look.
From the Scene, these people had likely been gathered here for some time. Dozens of Tents had even been set up on the roads along both sides of the Interstate Highway. There were even Mexicans and Chinese people who had brought Dining Carts to sell Food, Burritos, and simple Hamburgers by the Roadside.
Besides the crowds protesting near the Interstate Highway, some people were driving SUVs and Pickup Trucks off the Highway, clearly trying to find loopholes in the National Guard's defenses to sneak into the old district.
A Fighter Jet painted with a horizontal V pattern, resembling an inverted triangle eye, hovered over the old district. On the Fighter Jet, a group of Agents were busy working busily.
In the Fighter Jet's Command Room, a middle-aged fat Black Person woman with typical thick lips of African Americans, was speaking on the phone in a respectful tone.
"Director, don't worry, we have a Contingency Plan. Once these Street Vigilantes fail, we will activate Plan B! Yes, yes, don't worry!"
Just then, the Doorbell of the Command Office rang. The fat Black Person woman hung up the phone, her demeanor instantly becoming haughty. "Enter!"
A Man in a Black Suit pushed the door open and walked in. "Officer, the National Guard reported that the crowd outside the blockade line is growing. If this continues, if those Parademons riot, things will become troublesome!"
"Tell the National Guard's commander to use Tear Gas to expel and drive away these people! Do I still need to teach you such a small matter?"
The fat Black Person woman, like a middle-aged woman, waved her hand impatiently.
"Yes! Officer!"
The Black Suit Agent nodded and turned to leave.
"Wait! Tell all departments to be ready for Plan B at any time! Send out Reconnaissance Aircraft. Once those few Vigilantes' actions fail, immediately drop Nuclear Bombs!"
"Officer, shouldn't we discuss this with those few Superheroes beforehand and give them time to evacuate?" The Black Suit Agent looked at the middle-aged fat woman with some hesitation.
The middle-aged fat Black Person woman's large backside sat on the Office Chair, pressing it until it seemed unable to bear the weight. She said indifferently, "Discuss? Hesitation will give those Aliens a chance. I believe that for the safety of all Humanity, they will understand our actions!"
Understand? So it's not you getting hit by the Nuclear Bomb, he muttered inwardly. But on the surface, the Agent still wore an expression that showed he was considering her.
"Officer, Ms. Prince has Themyscira (Paradise Island) behind her, after all. Won't doing this cause a Diplomatic Dispute? And between her and Commander Trevor, although Mr. Trevor has passed away, he was the founder of ARGUS after all. Shouldn't we consider the impact?"
The middle-aged fat Black Person woman, who was the current Cobra Commander of ARGUS, Amanda Waller, couldn't help but adjust her Glasses when she heard her Subordinate Agent's words.
She didn't care about the lives of these Superheroes, but if it truly caused a severe diplomatic impact as her Subordinate Agent said, it would undoubtedly affect her career advancement.
For Amanda Waller, who aspired to be the first Black female President of the Federation, anything that affected her advancement was unacceptable.
"Go notify them. We will give them fifteen minutes to evacuate!" Amanda Waller said with a patronizing expression.
Golden Light spread across Diana's body. The Strength from the Zeus Bloodline poured out of Diana without reservation. The blessings of the six Olympian deities floated around Diana's body like ribbons.
Diana felt that in this state, she could cleave a mountain with one sword. However, when her Godslayer Sword clashed with Steppenwolf's battle axe, she realized how terrifying this New God was.
Steppenwolf, as one of the oldest members of the New Gods, was even the direct nephew of Darkseid, the Ruler of Apokolips!
He had conquered countless Planets for Darkseid with his powerful Strength. It could be said that Diana, who had not yet fully developed her own Strength, was no match for Steppenwolf at all.
Wonder Woman Diana, wielding the Godslayer Sword, held the sword with both hands and took an axe strike from Steppenwolf head-on. Beneath her Feet, in the shockwaves of the clash between Old God and New God powers, the old district could not withstand this powerful pressure. The already dilapidated Ground silently collapsed and crumbled.
Diana herself was sent flying dozens of meters away, her Feet digging two deep gouges in the Ground like a plow.
"Drop the Nuclear Bomb! Are you serious? This is your Country's homeland!"
Casually swinging her sword, she killed two Parademons that pounced for an easy kill. Diana suddenly found that the Communicator she carried was ringing. Thinking it was Bruce Wayne, Diana glanced at Arthur not far away and took a brief break to answer the phone. Unexpectedly, the person on the other end claimed to be an Agent from ARGUS, and the first sentence they spoke instantly made Diana's anger flare up.
"Ms. Prince, we have no choice either. For Federation security, we cannot let these extraterrestrial life forms escape this area. If your actions fail, we will give you ten minutes to evacuate! This is already the result I fought hard to secure! Mr. Trevor was my Mentor, Ms. Prince, I think if he were alive, he wouldn't want to see anything happen to you!"
Hearing the Agent on the other end mention her Ex-boyfriend's name, Diana was silent for a moment: "Thank you for your kindness. What's your name?"
"Lyla! Lyla Michaels!"
"Thank you, Lyla! Trust me, we will definitely drive these Aliens out—"
"Splash!"
Without Diana's assistance, facing Steppenwolf's heavy battle axe, Aquaman Arthur's figure moved like a fish in the Sea, engaging Steppenwolf in hit-and-run tactics.
He maintained a certain distance from Steppenwolf, occasionally throwing his trident, truly like a fisherman catching fish.
His trident was imbued with his magic power. As long as he opened his hand, the trident enveloped in pale blue magic power would return to his hand.
Amidst bellows, the sharp trident stirred up water spray that flew everywhere, continuously stabbing towards Steppenwolf.
