"Our plan is flawless."
As he watched Cheetah slaughter the zombie-like pursuers, Tears of Apoptosis turning those undead that refused to die even after decapitation into piles of ash, Luthor spoke with his arms folded.
Although the two were still trapped in the Amazon Rainforest, unable to find their way out, the bald man stood as though he were at a podium during a press conference. His chin was slightly raised, his face tilted upward at a forty-five-degree angle, and the resolve and confidence in his tone were as unquestionable as ever.
"Hah!" Cheetah pulled her claws from an undead creature's chest and blew the black ash off her fur. "It had better be, Lex. You're in the rainforest now. This is my home turf. If you make a mistake, I won't hesitate to abandon you and let you die miserably of dehydration and getting lost."
"You underestimate me, Ms. Minerva. Heh, I'm not one of those pampered billionaire scientists. I received comprehensive special forces training. With nothing but a stone knife, I've walked out of the Amazon jungle by myself more than once."
As Luthor spoke, he slowly walked toward the battlefield. His pupils shifted toward the corners of his eyes as he glanced at the powdery remains of the enemies on the ground, then smiled faintly.
"But we're teammates. Your speed and claws are useful too. I won't abandon you. Aren't you touched?"
"Heh, cut the act. Ever since I joined your Legion of Doom, nothing we've done has gone very smoothly." Cheetah swished her tail and listlessly retracted her claws. "Sometimes I wonder whether you offended God. How can you be this unlucky?"
They did not know where the enemies had come from, nor did they know how many there were. Although Tears of Apoptosis could effectively