"It's burning really well. Mm-hm, and it smells a little."
When Deathstroke's group reached the top of Wayne Tower and looked at the ruins of the Acolytes Industries building several streets away, Harley could not help sighing. The lollipop in her mouth spun rapidly.
Whether fuel had been stored inside the building or Penguin's men had military-grade Incendiary Bombs, after the building collapsed in the explosion, it had erupted into a raging blaze, as though it had been prepared to roast something.
Rain fell from the sky into the fire, creating black smoke tinged with red. The Acolytes Technology logo—the enormous green neon pigeon sign—had also fallen into the street and lost its glow.
Countless thugs holding all kinds of weapons surrounded the blaze, cheering and screaming. They laughed wildly as the firelight illuminated their crazed faces.
"It seems Gotham really is brimming with talent. I didn't even know those old friends had hired professionals skilled in precision demolition." Su Ming stroked his chin as he observed the scene. "The building came down perfectly straight, without even a slight tilt. It didn't affect any of the surrounding buildings at all. It was just like an ordinary demolition."
Even Deathstroke had to praise the workmanship. This was absolutely not a skill brainless thugs could possess. Some professional Mercenaries had probably been hired as well.
"But the people on duty inside are probably all dead." Bobo lowered his hat brim and shook his head slightly. "Once this fire burns through the place, our leads will be gone. Why did we forget to remind them not to set fires?"
"That isn't realistic, Bobo. This is Gotham." Harley shifted the lollipop to the other side of her mouth and answered with a smile. "Gotham's principle is, 'If something won't light up, light it up.'