Chapter 4: Infiltration

The bodyguards were utterly speechless. Was this a mix of blue and purple? Everything was a mess. The fragmentation grenade wasn't a large artillery shell; its damage was based on cutting attributes. The splattered blood and flesh were mixed with the Joker Gang's own pigments and paint, creating a truly colorful display.

For a moment, they all wondered if their boss had some sort of bizarre fetish. But in the next second, as Ang realized the appearance of the corpse, he began to retch. This display eased the tension of Louis and the other bodyguards. Ang's sudden display of power had startled them, but now it seemed like it was just the accumulation of his experience with firearms. In the end, he was still a wealthy young heir who hadn't actually killed anyone.

The level of security in Gotham City depended on who you asked. For ordinary people, it was hell. For the wealthy, it was paradise. In this square mile of territory, whether it was the police or the firefighters, they were just employees. The more taxes a neighborhood paid, the more police presence it got.

If you had fire insurance, firefighters would rush to your aid in case of a fire. Didn't have insurance? Sorry, firefighters would water your neighbor's insured house to prevent the fire from spreading, while they watched your house burn to ashes.

Don't expect patrols in the slums.

The principles of security were quite similar. As a high-tier VIP client of the security company, after his attack, the security company received the message within fifteen minutes. In less than twenty minutes, a 'civilian helicopter' equipped with two Gatling six-barrel machine guns arrived on the scene. In twenty minutes, three 'civilian' armored vehicles with mounted cannons, carrying a fifty-person fully-equipped tactical squad, arrived.

Yes, that was financial power!

In "the safest" Gotham City, this was legal!

Ang, who had narrowly escaped, returned to his extended Lincoln, opened a fingerprint-locked safe, and handed stacks of hundred-dollar bills, Franklin notes, to Louis and the others.

"Brothers, you've been through a lot. In addition to the compensation agreed upon earlier, this is extra tip for you. Once this is over, go have some fun and relax."

Louis and the others had dollar signs in their eyes. The nearby security personnel were astonished, but Ang smirked and pulled out another box: "Louis, give each of the new brothers who just arrived three thousand bucks as a welcome gift. And the additional tips for everyone will also be this amount."

"Long live the boss!"

Security work was still labor, and taking risks deserved high rewards. Even Louis, an all-weather bodyguard, was only getting $1500 a day, but that was the money he paid to the security company. Once it reached the hands of the bodyguards, it was a different story. Fifty thousand dollars per person was enough to turn all the words they kept inside into the most heartfelt blessings.

"Oh, you're the most generous boss I've ever seen!" Louis and the others exclaimed.

On the side, the security personnel were all wide-eyed. Ang smiled wickedly and pulled out another box: "Louis, give the new brothers who just arrived three thousand each as a greeting. This is the same for the additional tips."

"Boss is great!"

Security work or mercenaries, both were jobs where your head was always on the line. No one liked to develop personal connections with employers, and a generous boss who gave extra tips was the best kind. Plus, as regular security guards, they earned only half the pay of Louis, who was an all-weather bodyguard.

Three thousand dollars was definitely not a small sum.

And so, with this group of heavily-armed male protectors, Ang and Wonder Woman continued towards their designated target.

In no time, a graceful figure appeared on the roughly cleared battlefield. She made a call, "Mr. Seanis, our instigation failed. The strength of the target's bodyguards exceeded expectations; they defeated over a hundred Joker Gang members."

"Useless! All of you are useless!" The voice behind the phone was filled with frustration.

The woman's neck tightened slightly, and once the boss calmed down, she continued, "Boss, what should I do now?"

"Miss Dana Lance, I want you to do this..."

A while later.

"Understood, Boss!"

On the other side, a nervous Ang, with the bodyguards, took a boat to his private island.

This island covered about seven square kilometers and was surrounded on three sides by cliffs over thirty meters high. There was only one road leading into the estate. The mansion's walls were seven meters high, the bottom half being five meters thick, made of high-density reinforced concrete. The upper half consisted of reinforced grating with barbed hooks and infrared cameras with sensors.

Within the estate, about a hundred meters from the walls, there was nothing. All movements could not escape the surveillance cameras and the sentry towers at the four corners of the estate.

Inside the perimeter was a ten-meter-wide 'moat' encircling the entire estate, with a five-meter-high protective wall.

The guard posts were built as bunkers.

Ang couldn't fathom how afraid the previous owner of this body must have been to have built such a fortress. With the added reinforcements, nearly a hundred security personnel, and a plethora of absolutely prohibited heavy weapons, one could say even a Marine Corps wouldn't be able to take over this place.

However, Ang had no peace of mind because this was for ordinary people. He didn't know what supernatural entities Wonder Woman might encounter. After all, this was Gotham City, where there were quite a few villains who weren't quite human.

Even the Joker Gang, the ones who had just come today were only peripheral cannon fodder. Some of the special Joker gang members, who hadn't appeared yet, were even more powerful. These elite soldiers had all undergone enhancements using chemicals from chemical plants. Although they were diluted versions used by the Joker, they were still quite potent. This allowed the Joker's henchmen to possess slightly more than human strength and vitality.

Ang needed insurance. He had specially called the Bat's residence and, unexpectedly, the one who answered wasn't Alfred, the Bat's butler, but a female secretary. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding, but she seemed a bit nervous.

"I am Gary Ann. I would like to get in touch with Mr. Bruce Wayne."

"Is there an appointment?"

"No."

As expected, the secretary immediately found an excuse. High-profile figures were like this; without personal connections, you would be treated like any Tom, Dick, or Harry and couldn't get through.

Ang had to take another route: "Then please help me contact his butler, Mr. Alfred Pennyworth."

Butlers didn't need appointments, right?

Who would have thought...

"Mr. Pennyworth? He's not available at the moment. Is there something you would like me to convey to him?"

"Just tell him I've tried to reach him and ask him to call me back at this number."

"Understood. Anything else?"

"No, that's all."

Ang hung up the phone, frowning. As a butler who had served the Wayne family for generations, Alfred Pennyworth was undoubtedly diligent. If he wasn't at Wayne Manor, it likely meant that Batman was injured this time.

Ang had to do something to soothe the bodyguards. He pulled Louis aside, "Let me explain the situation. I accidentally brought back Mr. Wayne's esteemed guest, leading to a slight misunderstanding with Mr. Black Mask. The Joker Gang incident was actually an accident. I have no personal enmity with Mr. Joker. As long as I restore contact with Mr. Wayne, Wayne Enterprises will naturally clean up this mess."

This was the excuse he was giving.

If he really encountered the Joker, there would be a huge question mark regarding how much fighting spirit these mercenaries had left.

At least... more money was needed!

In fact, when Ang arrived on the island estate with Wonder Woman, Black Mask, who was missing at the moment, already found it troublesome. Ang had left Gotham City, so there was no way to leverage the manpower of the underworld.

In Gotham City, Black Mask could easily mobilize over a thousand men, but how could he send over a thousand henchmen to the island? The biggest problem was transportation.

Transportation was the main issue in this case. To some extent, this was a competition of financial resources and connections.

After the dog's big shot became a money donor, implying that the security company should deliver some 'legal' poison dart missiles, the estate fell into an eerie silence for three consecutive days.

Safety was ensured, but it was a bit boring.

Night fell.

"Life is as lonely as snow!" On the side of the mansion, which had an opulent Baroque style, was a twenty-five-meter-long infinity pool. Surrounding the pool were large and small water massage pools. Ang leaned against the pool wall, enjoying the surging water columns behind him.

Under the moonlight, a graceful figure appeared on the other side of the pool.

This snowy-skinned, golden-haired beauty just appeared, and the smile on Louis's face showed he knew what was coming.

None of the four bodyguards moved because Frank, Ang's butler, had brought this beautiful lady with him.

Frank bowed and said, "My lord, please forgive my presumption, but I believe you are too nervous and need to relax."

He said this as the beautiful woman, who was twisting sensually, came closer. She was dressed in a golden battle swimsuit, paired with a white lace mini-skirt that started at her waist and ended at the top of her thighs. Wherever there was even a square centimeter of fabric, it was a tremendous waste of societal resources!

The visual impact of this scene was truly explosive.

"I forgive you." Ang stood up as if enchanted.

"Hello, Mr. Infinity. My name is Anna." Her voice was melodious and enchanting. Even a few musical notes escaping from her red lips could make one's bones melt.

"Boss?" Louis asked with a knowing smile.

"Get me a rope, a strong one."

Louis: ???

Ang repeated himself, and Louis had no choice but to comply.

And so, in front of everyone, Ang had a mischievous smile and ordered, "Turn around, lie on the beach chair!"

Anna's eyes flashed with a mix of embarrassment and anger, but she complied.

Ignoring the curves of the beautiful body, in front of the butler and four bodyguards, Ang tied her up like a turtle.

The awkwardness of this situation was palpable. Although the young master was known for his recklessness, he had never played so carefreely before.

Without waiting for Anna's response, Ang shoved a knot into her mouth, and at that moment, Ang finally smiled, "Fantastic makeup, I could barely recognize you. Miss Dana Lance from the Black Mask Club! Or should I call you... Black Canary?"

As his words fell, everyone's eyes widened to their maximum.

Ang pulled a military dagger from under his robe and pressed it against the white neck: "Shh! Don't use your supersonic waves, or I can't guarantee that my hand won't shake."

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