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The atmosphere in the conference room seemed to ignite.
Barry swallowed and looked at the women before him, all ready for a fight. Suddenly, he felt he could not let the men down.
"Uh... I know this sounds like a suicide mission..." Barry scratched his head. "But every time I get scared, things only get worse. Maybe doing the unexpected is a good idea. I... I'm in."
"Heh... If everyone's gone crazy, count me in." Deathstroke, who had been silent until now, gave a cold laugh and cast his vote.
At last, every gaze settled on Bruce Wayne.
As the brains of the Justice League, he had the Mother Boxes under his control.
Bruce closed his eyes, his hands clasped tightly together.
To him, Homelander's plan had no tactics to speak of. It was nothing but brute force.
In the past, he never would have agreed to such a reckless, all-or-nothing plan. He needed contingencies. Plan A, Plan B, even Plan Z.
But...
Bruce remembered how this man had single-handedly destroyed the global Parademon army and ground Superman beneath his feet.
Perhaps defeating a New God as absurdly powerful as Darkseid called for a madman even more absurd than he was.
"Victor, give him the Mother Boxes."
Steel Bone froze. "Bruce! Have you really gone insane?"
"Do it, Victor." Bruce's voice was firm. "We have no choice."
"I hope you remember the promise you made today, Homelander. If you screw this up..."
"Heh, then it's screwed up!" Homelander laughed arrogantly, turned his back on them, and went on.
"But I've never screwed anything up, Bat."
With that, Homelander strode toward the door.
"Bring those three damn boxes and follow me," he said without looking back.
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