socalfunplaces Chapter 59 Has anyone ever told you that you walk like a penguin?
Chapter 59 Has anyone ever told you that you walk like a penguin?
Chapter 59 Has anyone ever told you that you walk like a penguin?
Hearing Lucas's words, Slade paused for a moment, but his body reacted before his mind could, and his hands quickly reached for the Colt pistols tucked at his waist.
At the same time, his eyes turned cold as he looked at Maroni's private estate halfway up the mountain, instantly switching into the mindset of a top international mercenary.
"Boom!"
At that moment, a blindingly white bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from afar.
Dark, heavy clouds surged and quickly swallowed the last glimmer of light, followed by a thick twilight accompanied by a violent storm.
The damp, cold air was thick with moisture, mixed with the lingering industrial odor of the city, like the smell of something rotting.
"This is the real Gotham."
Slade, his muscles taut, let out a long sigh and subconsciously glanced at Lucas beside him, then suddenly froze, looking at the passenger seat.
The mysterious boy's body was visibly surrounded by a layer of fine, faint green light particles.
The light particles rapidly converged, superimposed, and condensed, quickly taking shape close to the boy's body contours.
First, the hard shoulder armor extends layer by layer, fitting snugly against the shoulders and back. Then, the chest armor, waist armor, forearms, elbows, knees, and calves quickly take shape, layer upon layer, seamlessly connected, with not a single gap visible.
In just a few seconds, a complete, imposing, and extremely powerful dark green armor completely covered Lucas's entire body.
The lines are clean and sharp, combining a sense of power and fluidity, carrying a sense of unconventional technology, mystery and powerful pressure.
Inside the full-coverage headgear.
Deathstroke's eyes widened, he subconsciously swallowed, and said with immense envy, "What kind of technology is that? It's so cool!"
In comparison, his Deathstroke combat suit, which required a great deal of effort and money to make, seemed like an old relic from the last era.
Lucas didn't answer Slade, but instead asked thoughtfully, "What material is this combat suit you're wearing made of?"
"Metal Giant," Slade explained. "It's bulletproof and blastproof, and can absorb kinetic energy, regulate temperature, and even resist energy attacks to some extent. However, compared to yours, it's a bit too rigid."
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If I remember correctly, this seems to be a relatively rare metal in the DC world.
Its positioning is similar to Vibranium in Marvel.
It is divided into depletion-type cerium and active cerium.
Among them, the Exhaustion Type is extremely hard, and some of the prosthetics of Steel Bone are made of this metal.
And activated carbon is the material used in the suit worn by Slade.
After noting down the name on the metal, Lucas expressionlessly unlocked the car door and got out of the SUV.
"They've taken action."
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Private estate, second floor.
In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
Dressed in a tuxedo, with a large belly and a slightly balding head, Sal Maroni held a Bordeaux glass filled with Amarone wine in one hand, staring expressionlessly at the torrential rain outside, pondering his upcoming meeting with Giulian Loeb.
This guy would be absolutely useful if we wanted to really bring that old Roman down.
"That damned old man actually tried to unify Gotham through such despicable means as assassination—this time, the Maroney family will prove who the real boss of Gotham is."
Sal Maroni downed the glass of red wine in one gulp and muttered indignantly to himself.
Beside him, a man also dressed in a tuxedo immediately approached, his voice flattering: "Lord Sal, everyone has high hopes for the Maronny family. This time, you will surely be able to completely subjugate the entire Gotham and become the undisputed King of Gotham. I will follow your lead without question."
The man was thin and pale, with a prominent, long, hooked nose. His greasy black hair clung to his scalp. He lowered his head, revealing a sinister smile that no one could see.
But what's most striking is that he sways from side to side when he walks, making him look like a clumsy and comical penguin.
Sal Maroni silently turned around, about to speak.
"Bang!"
The roof above them collapsed with a deafening roar.
Amidst the shattered concrete scattering and falling, a tall, eerie green figure landed heavily on the black walnut wood floor.
Before he could react, a large hand grabbed his neck, lifted him up effortlessly, and then slammed him aside.
This number two figure in Gotham was slammed to the ground like a broken sandbag, his massive body rolling several times before finally stopping, nearly fainting on the spot.
After a brief moment of disorientation, the two bodyguards immediately drew their pistols and frantically pulled the triggers.
"Bang bang bang—"
The piercing gunshot instantly echoed throughout the room, splinters flew everywhere, and various treasured glass bottles on the wall cabinet shattered.
But to everyone's horror, the bullets that were supposed to be indestructible struck the eerie green figure as if they were hitting a solid steel wall.
Amidst the flying sparks, Lucas instantly rushed in front of the two bodyguards, so fast that the gunshot smoke didn't even have time to dissipate before he easily snapped their spines.
Suppressing the excruciating pain coursing through his body, Sal Maroni stared in terror at the eerie green figure approaching him, a shadowy figure that seemed to crawl out of hell. He forced a smile and demanded, "You—who are you? Did that old Roman send you? How much did he offer? I can pay double!"
Seeing that the other party remained unmoved, Sal, feigning bravado, spoke up: "This is Manoni family territory. My men are everywhere in this manor. If you kill me, you won't leave here alive!"
The words had barely left his lips.
A burst of intense gunfire and screams immediately erupted inside the manor, unmistakable even by the thick curtain of rain.
However, in less than ten minutes, everything returned to silence.
Sal Maroney was deathly pale. He had just heard Tommy Burns scream, his most formidable henchman.
"I'll pay ten times the amount, let me go! I have money, as much as I want."
Sal Maroni crawled backward on all fours, his forehead and chest soaked with cold sweat.
The gangster boss, who was usually arrogant and domineering and would kill people at the drop of a hat, was now completely terrified, with only instinctive fear of death and begging for mercy left.
Lucas's gaze slowly passed over Sal and landed on Oswald, who was huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.
Realizing he was being watched, the man who would one day shine brightly in Gotham collapsed to the ground, crying out, "Don't kill me! I—I'm also one of Mr. McCann's men! We're a group! Mr. McCann put me here to provide intelligence!"
He clasped his hands together and stretched them out, frantically begging for mercy.
"You—" Sal Maroni's face turned ashen. He never expected that the person he had chosen would turn out to be a traitor.
"Carmine? I don't know this person at all."
Lucas leaned down and spoke slowly, his voice sounding hoarse and low due to the effect of the shadow particles.
Oswald's eyes widened immediately, feeling a chill creeping out of every pore on his body.
"By the way, has anyone ever told you that you walk like a penguin?" The deep voice came again.