mtl008 Chapter 3565 Edge of Tomorrow (1)
Chapter 3565 Edge of Tomorrow (1)
Chapter 3565 Edge of Tomorrow (XI)
"Let me tell you my opinion first." Harley said, "Because we have combat personnel, we must first have an equipment area with a variety of professional equipment, such as guns, knives, and vehicles."
Deathstroke nodded and said, "That's true. It would be better for me to have two weapons that I can use."
Harry took a piece of paper from the side and said, "Write down what kind of weapons you each need. It would be best if you specify the model and quantity. I will have someone go buy them."
"But you'd better take it easy. I can't get any heavy weapons here, and even if I did, it would be hard to transport them in. If Gordon catches us, he'll definitely start nagging us again."
Deathstroke was obviously very interested in the equipment and weapons. He had "wanting to use public money to get himself some private goods" written on his face, and with a big stroke of the pen, he began to write frantically.
Harry also distributed papers to other people. However, it was obvious that other people had no interest in weapons and equipment, because they were either not the type to fight head-on or could fight without weapons and equipment, so they naturally did not need any hot weapons.
"Aren't you going to write?" Schiller asked Jack in a low voice.
"You expect me to shoot people with a rifle?" Jack asked him back.
"Didn't you hear? Equipment can include vehicles. If you don't buy a new car now, when will you?"
Jack's eyes lit up immediately, but then he looked at Harley shyly and asked, "Any vehicle will do?"
"Do you want to buy a truck? That's fine. We can use it to transport things anyway. But don't buy something too big. If the road surface is damaged, Gordon will still give me trouble."
Jack immediately began to write.
Schiller thought about it. After the skills were universal, he could actually use a gun, but neither the agent nor other Schillers were very good at using pistols.
The pistol was a bit useless to Schiller. If the pistol was within reach, he would just rush over and slash the person, which would be more skilled and less risky. But if the pistol was too far to rush over, he would probably miss the person.
Moreover, most pistols have limited lethality unless they can kill someone with a single shot to the head. At least in the past ten years that Schiller has observed, all the gunshot wounds that have survived have been caused by pistols. He has never heard of anyone surviving a shot from a shotgun or sniper rifle.
Schiller thought about it and decided to ask Harley to get him a sniper rifle.
He had used a sniper rifle in his previous life. After all, there were many situations where it was difficult to get in, or where a close-range knife attack was too easy to be discovered, so a sniper rifle was a good choice.
Victor looked at the name of the gun he wrote and raised his eyebrows, looking at him in shock, with an expression that meant "You also know this?"
Then he said excitedly: "Actually, I wanted to study the freezing sniper bullet before, but I only know how to use a pistol. If you can snipe, I think we can cooperate..."
Schiller thought about it and felt that what Victor said made sense. After all, sometimes you need to capture someone alive, and a long-range sniper rifle combined with freezing bullets is indeed the first choice for capturing people.
Victor thought for a moment and said, "I can move some equipment from my cryogenic laboratory here, and then buy some raw materials..."
He began to write down the raw materials needed to make frozen bullets on the paper. Pamela took a look and said, "Can I get reimbursement for the materials I need to make plant weapons?"
"Sure!" Harry waved his hand and said generously, "As long as we can use the weapons, whether they are finished products or raw materials, we can reimburse you!"
Cobblepot and Harvey had no idea about weapons. They were not going to fight at all, so they just wrote something. Harvey asked for a computer and printer, and Cobblepot asked for a new suit and cufflinks.
After everyone had finished writing, Harry collected the papers and took pictures with his phone, obviously arranging for people to go shopping.
After a brief thought, Schiller said, "I think we should divide them into command groups, combat groups, and logistics groups. This will be more efficient."
"That makes sense." Harley nodded and said, "We are a professional villain organization. The key is that we must be more professional than the Justice League!"
"The fact that we can sit here and hold a meeting for such a long time already makes us more professional than the Justice League," Pamela said. "If you let them write this, they can write down all the toilet paper, laundry bags, and toilet cleaners that they will use in their homes for the next year."
"Then let's vote by raising our hands now." Harley raised one hand and said, "Please raise your hands if you want to join the command team!"
Harvey and Cobert both raised their hands, and so did Harley. Victor wanted to raise his hand, but when Schiller didn't raise his hand, he didn't raise his hand either.
"Okay, there are three people in the command team, which is not bad. So what about the combat team? Who wants to join the combat team?"
Pamela, Waylon, and Deathstroke all raised their hands. Victor saw that Schiller still didn't raise his hand, so he whispered to him, "You want to join the logistics team? It sounds like it will be very busy."
Schiller shook his head and said nothing.
"The combat team also has three people...what about the logistics team?"
Schiller, Victor, and Jack all raised their hands.
"Great, this way each team will have three people, which is very balanced. Then let's define the scope of responsibilities."
"The command team is responsible for making plans and directing operations; the combat team is responsible for field operations; and the logistics team is responsible for providing them with support and taking care of the base. How is it?"
No one else had any objections to this arrangement. Seeing the $50 annual salary, everyone was quite motivated. Pamela took the initiative and said, "I think we can take on a job to get the team together. Do you have any channels, Harley?"
"How did you know? I've been ready for this for a long time." Harley gave a mysterious smile and said, "Do you know the Brainiac Support Group?"
"You mean the housekeeping company?" Schiller frowned slightly and said, "They posted flyers all over the school."
"Yes, but it's not a housekeeping company. It's a cult."
"That's not surprising, but how did you know?"
"Because they contacted me, of course." Harry rolled his eyes and told the others about his experience two days ago.
Halle studied psychology in college, but her grades were very good. She was basically the top student in every subject and had completed most of the credits, so she spent the rest of her campus time participating in clubs.
She joined many clubs, such as the painting club, reading club, skateboard club, and music club. However, her favorite club was the rock club, and she served as a drummer in the rock club band of Gotham University.
During class, Harley rarely showed her lively side, giving people a very quiet impression; but in the band, she showed her rock side. This contrast made her have many suitors, and the bassist in the same band was one of them.
Harley has no interest in dating, so she rejects every suitor equally. But not everyone is so polite and gives up decisively after being rejected. The bassist is one of those who keep pestering.
About two days ago, their band was rehearsing, and the bassist was talking mysteriously to others and didn't let Harry hear.
How could such a trick affect Harley? She simply ignored everyone and put on headphones to rehearse.
Sure enough, the other party couldn't sit still first. The bassist and the female lead singer walked to the drum kit together. After whispering for a while, the bassist said, "Harley, have you heard the news about Brainiac?"
Harley gave him a reluctant look that said, "What do you care about me?"
The bassist might have felt a little embarrassed, so he started rambling on and on about Brainiac, talking about how awesome artificial intelligence was, which made Harley very annoyed.
So she hit the drum hard, took off her headphones and said, "You're going to perform the day after tomorrow, and you're still here studying artificial intelligence. Are you going to let him play the bass for you?"
The bassist was choked, but seeing that the other members of the band were rehearsing seriously, he felt too embarrassed to say anything and walked away dejectedly.
As a result, in the afternoon, the software called "Super Butler Brainiac" became popular all over the world. The bassist walked in triumphantly again, and walked in front of Harley with his bass.
Before Harley could say anything, the bass began to make sounds on its own. The bassist smiled proudly and said, "You didn't expect it, the bass can really play itself. I can play better than you without rehearsing. This is the power of Brainiac."
"Young people should follow the trend, instead of being like some old-fashioned people who don't even know Brainiac." The lead singer also chimed in.
Although Harley rolled her eyes in her heart, she was too lazy to argue with them. Who hasn't encountered a few bitches in life? Just have a verbal fight.
But at night, something was wrong. When Harley finished practicing drums and wanted to go out, the door was blocked. The bassist, lead singer and a few strangers were blocking the door of the rehearsal room. When Harley walked over, several pairs of eyes stared at her.
"Hey, we're having a party tonight to discuss the proper use of Brainiac. You wanna come?"
"I have something." Harley didn't mean to refuse. She had already decided on the location of the base and had to sign the contract tonight.
"Why are you always so unsociable?" The bassist deliberately stepped forward and said, "We invited you to give you face. Otherwise, who would be willing to play with you, a country bumpkin like you?"
Harley took a deep breath and said, "Are you planning to let Brainiac go to bed for you? Or do you want him to cheer you on? I'm afraid he won't be as smart as you think. After all, even if he is an electronic life form, I'm afraid he can't say many nice things in a few tens of seconds!"
The bassist's eyes widened. Others also looked at him strangely, especially the lead singer. He knew that the bassist had been pursuing Harley, but he didn't know if they had really dated. If they had, then Harley was...
No wonder Harry didn't treat him well.
The look from his companions completely enraged the bassist. He went forward and tried to push Harley, but Harley pulled out a stun gun from her bag and shocked him. The others also ran away screaming.
Hari left the activity room leisurely, thinking that the matter was over. But before she even left the school gate, a car hit her directly.
Fortunately, she was quick-witted and rolled quickly into the bushes nearby. Although she was not injured, her head and body were covered with grass clippings when she came out.
Harley turned to look at the car, but found no one inside. At this time, the bassist stuck his head out of the window of the mobile building and shouted: "I'm going to hit you to death, you fucking bitch!!"
Just before Harley was about to draw her gun, a pair of hands pulled her into the corridor next to her. Harley turned around and saw a blonde woman standing behind her. She looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her.
"My name is Christine. You are a student at Gotham University, right? Are you okay?"