"What the hell is going on? Don't come any closer yet. Let me sort this out."
In the chaotic press conference hall, the girl stood in one corner of the podium, rubbing her temples as she thought. Clearly, she still couldn't keep up with the Chameleons' pace.
The room was bright and noisy. Mindy only felt as though gears inside her head were grinding without enough oil. As someone who preferred thorough preparation beforehand, she wasn't used to this chain of sudden upheavals.
"What is there to sort out?" The chimp rolled his eyes. He looked at the headless monkey corpse on the ground, then spat at it. "The Superman and Batwoman from before were both fakes, got it? Their fight was meant to sabotage our plan."
The headless chimp corpse on the ground twitched a few times, gradually turned transparent, and vanished into the air. The phlegm stuck to its fur disappeared along with it.
Also gone were the "monkey scorpion" and "monkey brain" in Deathstroke's Batwoman disguise's hands.
"You mean they were all gods in disguise? Then why did they fight each other?" Hit-Girl raised the question. She couldn't figure it out. It seemed the Miracle Serum's transformation of her had not yet fully taken hold; after all, it had only been injected recently.
"Because the gods knew they couldn't predict or control Batwoman's actions, it would naturally be difficult for them to make our Batwoman fight that fake Superman. So they simply sent down another fake Batwoman along with a fake me."
The resourceful yet physically helpless chimp said this as he looked at the man beside him. Seeing that Deathstroke offered no reaction, he continued speaking to the girl.
"So the fight between those two imposters was part of the gods' plan. On one hand, it