Coming out of the basement, Eugene resupplies some ammunition from the man in Black, after all, it is not always possible to solve problems with knives and sticks.
He then returned to the lobby of the police station, where Cindy was waiting for him.
It was as if she was staring at the dark sky outside the door, letting the rain run over her and trickle into the room.
"Thinking about the end of the world?"
Eugene walked over to her and looked quietly out, too. The sky was full of dark clouds, and there was nothing to see but the bat-shaped spot of light.
Cindy was probably looking at that, too, for the bat shape was reflected in her one-eyed eyepiece.
"Well, why do you think our world has to be like this?
"I don't know, but although I don't want to die, I feel no fear and peace."
Cindy shook her head and nodded. She didn't know what she was thinking. She reached under the eaves and caught a handful of rain, but the water quickly slipped through her fingers.
"After being transformed by the military, we all lost our fear and our reverence for life. That's what weapons are supposed to do."
Eugene's spirit comes from the real world, not from people who have been transformed, but he probably knows what it's like from the comics.
Deathstroke's problem is that he has a brain capacity nine times greater than normal, allowing his rational mind to override everything else. It's not an illness or a hangover.
"True, but we're not perfect weapons, because the military left behind our feelings."
"Oh, you're right, so they lost us."
When Cindy laughed at the military, she was laughing at herself. Even out of the army, some things were changed forever.
She was used to being used as a weapon, and she used herself as a weapon.
By this time Barbara had wheeled herself out of the hallway and was stuck at the bottom of the basement stairs, not knowing how to get up, and seeing two people there, but not daring to speak.
Cindy walked over and easily lifted the men and their wheelchairs.
Wrapped in her raincoat and holding her computer in her arms, Barbara was nervous and nervous, worried about Chief Gordon and confused about what Deathstroke was up to.
But the atmosphere was calm for now, if she didn't look at the carnage around her, so she closed her eyes....
Eugene thought it would be easy to find a car, but when they walked into the parking lot against the wind and rain, they found that not only the van driven by the men in black, but also several police cars that had been parked there had all exploded, leaving only the steel frame of the vehicle, the charred wreckage of various kinds, and even a little smoke in the heavy rain.
The men in black had no backup, and the cars were not remote-controlled bombs. The only explanation was that Cindy had blown them up.
Seeing Eugene looking at her, Cindy shrugged and said that she did, and since she had no professional equipment, she could only assume that the signal jammer was in one of the cars.
At the time, she didn't think to take Barbara with her. She and Eugene needed wheelbarrows wherever they went, so she blew up the gas tanks in these vans. The explosion detonated the surrounding police cars, and this was it.
As it turned out, the signal was indeed restored.
Eugene walked over to a slightly better looking police car and just as he put his hand on the door, all four tires flew off the car and a plume of smoke came out of the hood.
"There aren't any good cars around here. Does the police have any other garages?"
He asked Barbara as the rain washed the dust off his hands. Through the rain, Barbara could only shout back as hard as she could:
"Underground garage! ... though The gate's going to blow! '
However, just as he was about to find the entrance to the underground garage, things took a turn for the better when suddenly a very beautiful van sped down the street and a drift stopped at the police station.
It was all white, but it looked like it had traveled a short distance in the rain. Even the car was covered with mud splashing marks, like a big face, and there was a lid on the roof that looked like a radar.
But you can barely make out a line of yellow letters on the carriage that says GCTV1, the Gotham City Television news channel.
"I just had an idea." Eugene propped his helmet with his hand, as if touching his beard.
...
A few minutes ago, in the moving car, a beautiful young woman reporter was fixing her golden red hair. As she rocked from side to side, she took out a small mirror and quickly retouched her face, but the dim light inside the car and the bad road conditions made her almost poke her lipstick in her eye.
"Ouch! Slow down, Peter. I don't want to die today. I've got a date tomorrow."
A man's voice from inside the cab shouted an answer to her over the constant pounding of the rain against the glass.
"You're the one who told me to drive fast to get the news, and now you're the one who told me to slow down so someone can put on makeup. I'm your photographer, not your driver or your boyfriend!"
"Well, it's all the same, are we there yet?"
The pretty woman made a pout gesture in the mirror and tried different smiles without any sincerity.
Cameraman Pete seems to be used to this. He knows what his partner is like. He calls him out of his house in the middle of a stormy night and the two of them steal a TV car, saying that a source told her there was a big story.
Looking out into the dark, Pitt is skeptical about the authenticity of the news. If the TV executives find out that they stole the car in the middle of the night to pursue an urban legend, they probably won't be able to keep their jobs.
But his partner has always been a woman who is desperate for news. It seems that she does not need to sleep. Whenever you see her, you are either reporting news or on the way to pursue news.
Only he is strong enough to carry the camera to keep up with the pace of this woman, but there is almost no time to rest after work every day, because at any time she may be tricked out with sweet words or delicate and pitiful, looking for clues in the rest time.
"It may take a few minutes, but the road is full of water, and the car may stop at any time."
The reporter moved her chin as if to warm up her facial muscles.
"Then don't let it run out."
"What do you think I was doing earlier? !"
Peter used to think of himself as a very meek man, although it was clear that women did not like men who were 5 '5 "long.
However, after dating his current partner, he deeply realized that his temper is not as good as he thought, and gradually got used to Shouting like a bad guy.
After calming down for a while, he asked her again, "Vicki, is your information reliable?"
The woman replied confidently, "Sure, do you remember that beggar we interviewed before who didn't have eyes?"
"Yeah, that guy called the police and said he saw a fast food restaurant cutting up human flesh in the back kitchen." Pete steers the steering wheel to avoid the manhole cover that looks like a dark spring on the floor. "Since he's blind, the producer put our social news interview on the entertainment show, and I didn't see anyone for about a week."
"But it turns out the blind man was right! The shop was eventually discovered by Batgirl to be making meat sausages, even though it's not a fast food restaurant, it's a laundry room, and there's no kitchen, just a garage."
Vico climbs into the cab from the back of the car and seriously emphasizes to Pete that his news is accurate, but the boss doesn't know what he's doing!
Peter looked at her out of the corner of his eye and said helplessly, "How do you think I still have the face to work in television? But that incident hit the studio director in the face, and she's definitely going to hold on to stealing this car."
'She can hold on to it, provided we don't find the story! Vico corrects him by holding up a wispy finger and swaying it from side to side, saying: "As soon as we grab this scoop, boom! I'll show her I'm not to be messed with!"
Pitt rolled his eyes. The whole network already knows she's a bitch. She's known for being crazy. If Vico hadn't scored a lot of scoops, they'd both be out of business by now.
Seeing his expression, Vico patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. Have you heard that some blind people actually have special powers? It is said that they have such a powerful spirit vision that they can see through or predict the future. I turned that blind man into my informant last time. Today, he gave me a big piece of news that cost me 200 yuan."
"Well, now we're getting information from a blind man because you believe in ethereal tales."
Pete wants to know if the network will go easy on the two if they return the car now.
Vico shook his head and smirked, "This time it wasn't what he saw, it was what he heard." He had snuck into the city courthouse to get out of the rain on stormy nights, but not long before he heard a barrage of gunshots from the GCPD, he said, like the sound of a cramp."
Pete has a black question mark on his face. What kind of metaphor is that? Do rabbits have diarrhea?
Vicker also rolled his eyes and smiled, "In short, the blind can hear better than ordinary people, which is based on scientific evidence, then we have reason to believe that something big has happened in the police station, in such a storm, isn't this our exclusive news?
Peter a listen, reasonable ah, as long as the exclusive news for the TV station, then his behavior before stealing the car will become a reporter's eager pursuit of news, there is no problem, there will be bonuses!
So the two of them smiled at each other, like two foxes going to the chicken pen, full of expectations for a better future.
...
The car arrived at the police station. Needless to say, they both saw the wreckage and the bodies scattered all over the place. Vicki knew his $200 was worth it.
That's not big news. What else is?
She and Pitt quickly put on ponchos, wrapped up cameras and microphones, and got ready for the taping. The rain was so heavy that Vicko had to shout to keep the camera from receiving the sound.
The reporter rearranges her makeup, pulling her hair into a cute fringe under her raincoat, and looks over at Pitt, who nods to show that the radio and video are working fine.
She jumps out of the car, followed by Peter. She picks an Angle and uses the wreckage of a blown up car as the background. In the distance, the door of the police station can be seen broken and several police officers are on the ground like burlap sacks.
Vicko motioned to begin, and when she saw the familiar red light on the camera, she was at her intellectual best.
"Viewers, I'm your old friend Vicki Valle, and here we are, outside the Gotham City Police Department, and you can see the carnage behind us."
Pitt, who has already played along with her, immediately and knowingly gives her a long shot of the wreckage and bodies behind her.
"We still don't know exactly what's going on inside the police station, but please follow our camera and find out. Remember, this is a Vico exclusive."
Said, she playfully raised her finger, pointed to the camera, showing a lovely smile, like joking with acquaintances, her style, so that many people in the city like to see her news.
She walked Pete back to the police station, putting on a lot of faces for the camera as she went.
'Oh my God, this is hell! It was panic, and she was like a little girl who had found man-eating monsters under her bed.
'Who are these men in black? 'she wondered, and now she was acting like a detective, shrewd and trying to find clues.
"These officers fought until the very end. May they rest in peace, and may their families accept my sincere condolences and sympathies." It was sad. She was more professional than a city council speaker, bowing to the cold body on the ground.
All in all, she delivered an Oscar-caliber performance that, among news anchors, would have made her laugh.
She enters the police station hall, where the situation is arguably more brutal, if there is any rain outside to wash away the blood, it is a world of blood.
Both civilians and police were on the floor of the lobby, it was like a massacre.
"Oh my God, viewers, Vico is feeling very scared right now. I don't know if the murderers have left, but as a journalist, I decided to find out! Keep me in mind and look forward to the rest of the story. I'm Vicki Valle."
She came across perfectly as a journalist who seeks truth in the face of danger, with a determined look in her eyes amid fear, as if she were driven by a great mission.
But she doesn't really feel dangerous. The scene here looks like a shootout between a gang and a police officer. They're not some psychopathic killer who stays at the scene of a crime.
She's just trying to get some attention for herself, so that if she doesn't work in Gotham anymore, she can get by in Metropolis.
Then she saw a look of horror on Pete's face, like he was mimicking her, but this tall man was not at all suited to that look.
'Kakaka,' she said. Vico put the microphone down and said, "I know you want to be a news anchor, too, but your physical condition is.... Almost, not everyone can eat this bowl of rice."
Peter opened his mouth wide and looked a little more frightened this time.
"Well, I can't help it. Why open your mouth so wide? It's so pompous." Vic shook his head in amusement, disapproving of Pitt's performance: "Male anchors are much more competitive than us female anchors, but we are partners, let me teach you. Look at my face, slowly squeeze your eyebrows, and then open your mouth slightly."
Vico was kind enough to do the expression in slow motion, the news record is almost here, and then back to the car to edit the video, you can send it back to the station on TV.
This time the bitch in the studio must have nothing to say, so Vicki is in a good mood now and plans to support his partner, after all, the TV station is also a place to talk about contacts, if the relationship with the partner is not good, the prospect is worrying.
Pitt seems to have heard Vic's correction, but instead of doing what Vic told him to do, he lets the camera slide over one shoulder, wipes his eyes with his other hand, then covers his face and screams.