"I don't think it's Gordon, but it should still be important. Let's deal with these people first. Open the door, and we'll see."
"Kill all the black suits, leave the cops alive?" Cindy touched the small box at her waist, pulled out a cigar, and waved it in her hand: "Bet a cigar that Gordon is inside."
"Hmm, I'll handle the cops." Su Ming smiled under his mask and also pulled out his cigar. The two placed their bets on the door frame, the winner could take it later: "Betting, I wager he's not inside."
After a brief whispered exchange, Cindy charged ahead. Although they both were Deathstroke, as she said, she favored cold weapon combat more.
Her samurai sword swung tightly in her hands, and before the men in black could react, she was already like a wolf among sheep, stirring up a bloody storm in each room.
No doubt, among these men in black, there were indeed some extraordinary individuals. One woman even used her gun to block an attack when Cindy slashed at her and tried to rally her nearby allies to surround Cindy.
But she was just an enemy for one round. Such small leaders were a dime a dozen in Gotham's various gangs, and Deathstroke, known as the greatest mercenary in the world, naturally wasn't on their level.
Cindy's sword clashed with a sharp clang as she drew the shotgun from her back for a shot before that sound even ended.
The sound of metal and gunfire almost overlapped, and that little leader flew out with a look of disbelief, a large hole in her chest, seeing the crumbled, swirling stones of the shotgun-damaged wall behind her.
Cindy's deathblow continued unabated, like a diligent little bee, she fluttered in the bloodstained blooms, yet her black and yellow armor only instilled sheer terror in the men in black.
Meanwhile, Su Ming targeted the cops; wielding an electrostatic stick, the police didn't have Batman's insulated gloves and shoes, and their fighting techniques were far inferior.
So, like a boiler worker on an old steamship, his stick was the shovel to poke forward, and with a flash of electric light, a cop would fall; then withdrawing the stick, he shoveled them into the room to prevent them from getting killed by stray bullets.
With a clear division of labor and formidable strength, in a little over two minutes, they had dealt with more than forty men in black and a dozen or so cops.
They completed their tasks almost simultaneously, and Cindy was somewhat smug:
"Looks like I'm stronger, see, my tally here is more than double yours."
Su Ming said nothing, only shrugged. After all, his job required more attention, he had to leave some strength, these cops were ordinary people, he couldn't just poke them to death with the stick, the electric time couldn't be too long, and throwing them into the room required soft force.
Some might say, is it not a spear, how could it kill someone? Yet at his level of strength, who says a weapon without a point cannot kill?
Simultaneously, he had to suppress that bloodthirsty desire that erupted with adrenaline, as if reason and instinct were playing tug-of-war in his head.
Seeing Su Ming's seemingly conceding behavior, Cindy got even more smug. If she had a tail, it would definitely be wagging up to the sky now. She strolled around, finally arriving in front of the communication room's door:
"Alright, time to unwrap the present, let's see what's in this big package."
With that, she began pulling plastic explosives from the bag on her thigh, humming an unknown tune as if in great anticipation.
The door to the communication room was extremely sturdy, its thick steel akin to the frontal armor of a tank.
"Use less, don't scare the people inside to death."
Su Ming reminded, seeing the situation, the people hiding inside probably weren't combat personnel, while C4 in such a narrow corridor would produce immense noise and directional shockwaves if detonated.
Scaring them to death was unlikely, merely an exaggeration, but rupturing eardrums or causing unconsciousness was possible.
Cindy did not reply, merely making an 'OK' gesture, taking a small piece and sticking it to the door lock, inserting the timer detonator.