Good Teammate

The solvent made from reed roots can kill any plant.

When Chen Tao returned to human form from the Bat-Monster Truck, he saw the Plant Master, who had been so arrogant moments ago, lying peacefully on the ground, fast asleep, as serene as a baby.

"It's over."

He said.

Everyone was exhausted, body and soul. They gathered around the unconscious Poison Ivy, with Harley tearfully bandaging her wounds. Although Poison Ivy, who had only been knocked out, had no visible injuries and didn't need bandaging, Harley clearly didn't think so.

Deathshot and Cheshire Cat stood together, panting, carefully removing their protective suits stained with green solvent.

"Damn it, Batman, if you could have just poured that acid rain down here directly, why didn't you do it from the start?"

"Even if we had to save that Professor guy, we could have just saved him and run, then poured herbicide down here, why go through all the trouble of a frontal assault--"

Deathshot grumbled silently. With his personality, if it were any other employer, he would have cursed them out directly. But facing Batman, he didn't dare to say these words--

Wait.

Deathshot suddenly realized a problem:

Was Batman an idiot?

Deathshot looked around at the swampy terrain. Almost all the plants in the vicinity were dead.

Two waves of herbicide had been deployed. If the initial saltwater herbicide still had a chance of survival, the reed root solution was practically sulfuric acid to these plants; even a tree made of iron couldn't withstand such destruction.

Poison Ivy was unconscious.

She had taken a punch from the Plant Master head-on without any defense, and it seemed... she had been completely knocked into a state of shock. Deathshot didn't think she would wake up anytime soon.

Everyone's attention seemed to be focused on Poison Ivy.

"And at least here and now, the power of The Green has fallen to its lowest point," Chen Tao thought silently.

He seemingly turned towards Poison Ivy, leaving the Plant Master behind, but he was quietly observing everyone else's positions.

Deathshot and Cheshire Cat stood together, a pair in the distance.

Welding Dog was sitting on the ground, straightening his twisted limbs.

Dizzy Earl stood beside Poison Ivy, saying to Harley, "If you want to wake her up, I think you should..."

Could it be him?

Was it possible it was him?

Could it be Dizzy Earl?

No... there was one more candidate.

Chen Tao slightly turned his body, and with the corner of his eye, he saw Ms. Vick emerging from the woods.

The beautiful mercenary from England looked exhausted, body and soul. A dark red bruise mark appeared on her shapely, fair thigh, like a plastic bottle left on pristine white snow in early January.

On her blonde head, covered by an eye patch, her beautiful face revealed deep fatigue in her sapphire blue eyes, as if lamenting her unlucky mercenary career.

This lady, who had been a bystander, slacking off, and the unluckiest, most insignificant presence throughout the entire battle, had just arrived near Chen Tao and the others when she saw the Plant Master lying on the ground.

"Good! So you have your day too!"

She strode quickly to the Plant Master's side and looked at the motionless figure with eyes as calm as a spring pool, then kicked his battered body: "You're driving me crazy, you damn, cursed green, filthy, stinking life force--"

She kicked him again and again. Chen Tao watched her performance coldly.

Everyone else's attention was captured by the wailing Harley Quinn, while Deathshot, though seemingly looking at Poison Ivy, had his hand secretly on his gun.

"So annoying, so annoying. You disgusting green!"

The beautiful and elegant English noblewoman vented her anger without any pretense.

"I feel sick just looking at you!"

One kick, two kicks, three...

Gulp!

One of the beautiful woman's eyes suddenly fell out. The vascular tissue of the eyeball stretched out like a spiderweb, barely holding the eyeball. Half of her fair, delicate face collapsed like melting wax, revealing a rotten, foul-smelling dark red muscle underneath. Her leg, kicked high in the air, instantly transformed into sharp, insect-like limbs.

This time, it wasn't a woman's charming voice that rang out, but a multi-layered echo, filled with hysterical hatred, a howl like that of an owl:

"I really want to--"

"Kill you!!!"

No one seemed to have reacted to this sudden change. Fangs, like goat's teeth, protruded from the mouth of the monster wearing a woman's skin. The human skin tore, about to pounce on the immobile body of the Plant Master. This was the opportunity he had painstakingly waited for, and then--

Zzzt!

Zzzt-zzzt-zzzt!

A massive electric current surged through his body in an instant. He staggered back two steps: "What's going on, you--"

Whoosh!!

Ice from Mr. Freeze erupted on him, freezing half of his body that hadn't yet attacked; then, a violent explosion of flames erupted from his chest. White phosphorus pierced the flesh, turning the other half of his body into a torch.

The monster tumbled and leaped, falling to the ground, rolling around: "Impossible! What's going on, how could you..."

"Has anyone ever told you—never to catch a Batarang from Batman?"

Amidst raging flames and bone-chilling cold, the monster's dark gray pupils, like those of a dead man—no, perhaps precisely of a dead man—stared intently at another monster with an indifferent expression.

"If you can't even catch Batman's Batarang, then what makes you think you have the courage to take the weapons Batman gives you?"

Deathshot felt so disgusted he wanted to throw away all the weapons on his body. The thought of him running around carrying these deadly items made his legs tremble.

No wonder Batman insisted that every one of them be armed to the teeth. Even Welding Dog and Dizzy Earl, who weren't skilled with firearms, were forced to carry some explosives and grenades, under the guise of increasing their ammunition reserves.

So this was the trap! He knew Batman had ulterior motives, but no matter how much he underestimated Batman's moral bottom line, he never expected this—we're teammates, aren't we???

Is it reasonable to install self-destruct countermeasures on a teammate's weapons?

Batman! Are you ready? You can do it anytime, right—

Killing your teammates!

"Let me see... the Pulse Wave Gun."

"Freeze Grenade, mini flamethrower..."

"Ah, and the Ultrasonic Rocket Launcher."

Chen Tao snapped his fingers, and the next second, the rocket launcher exploded on the monster. The intense ultrasonic waves tore half of its cheek to shreds:

"Foolish creature. Why did you never suspect these weapons were so heavy?"

"You noticed nothing, you were stupid to death. Just like now, why aren't you noticing what's under your feet... a..."

"Carefully buried soybean seed?"

Poison Ivy opened her eyes.