Chapter 3565 The Edge of Tomorrow (Eleven)

"Let me tell you my opinion first," said Halle. "Because we have combatants, we must first have a equipment area with all kinds of professional equipment, such as firearms, knives, and vehicles."

Death nodded and said, "This is indeed. Getting me two handy weapons is better than anything else."

Halle took a piece of paper from the side and said, "What kind of weapons do you need should be written on it. It is best to specify the model and quantity, and I'll ask someone to buy it."

"But you better be more at ease. I can't get heavy weapons here, and even if I get them, it will be difficult to transport them in. If Gordon catches him, he will definitely be lingering again."

Death Knell was obviously interested in equipment and weapons. He wrote "I want to use public money to give myself some private goods" on his face, and with a big stroke, he began to write wildly.

Harley also sent papers to others. However, it was obvious that others were not interested in weapons and equipment, because they were either not in the frontal combat type or could hit people without weapons and equipment, so they naturally didn't need any hot weapons.

"Don't you write?" Schiller asked Jack in a low voice.

"You expect me to hit someone with a rifle?" Jack asked him back.

"Didn't you hear it? The equipment can contain vehicles. If you don't change to a new car at this time, when will you wait?"

Jack's eyes lit up suddenly, but then he looked at Harley with a little hesitant and asked, "Is any vehicle OK?"

"Do you want to buy a truck? That's fine. We can use it anyway. But don't buy ones that are too exaggerated. If the road is broken, Gordon will still cause trouble for me."

Jack immediately began to write hard.

Schiller thought about it. After his skills were used, he actually used a gun, but neither agent nor other Schiller were very good at using pistols.

The pistol is a bit useless for Schiller. If it has reached the distance where the pistol can hit, then rushing directly to the knife man will be more proficient and have lower risks; and if it has reached the distance where it can't hit, the pistol will probably not hit either.

Moreover, most pistols have limited lethality unless they can shoot the head with one shot. At least Schiller has watched over the past decade, and all the gunshot wounds that can survive are caused by pistols. I have never heard of anyone who can survive by a shotgun or a sniper rifle.

Schiller thought about it and decided to ask Harley to get him a sniper rifle.

He used sniper rifles in his previous life. After all, he couldn't get involved in many occasions, or the close-fitting swordsman was too easy to be discovered. Sniper rifles are a good choice.

Victor raised his eyebrows at the name of the gun he wrote, and looked at him in a little shocked manner. The expression meant "You can still do this?"

Then he said with a little excitement: "Actually, I wanted to study frozen sniper bullets before, but I only know how to use pistols. If you can snipe, I think we can cooperate..."

Schiller thought about it and felt that what Victor said made sense. After all, sometimes he also needed to catch live mouths. Long-distance sniper rifles and frozen bullets were indeed the first choice for catching people.

Victor thought for a while and said, "I can bring some equipment from my low-temperature laboratory and then buy some raw materials..."

He began to write the raw materials needed to make frozen bullets on paper. Pamela glanced at it and said, "Can the materials needed to make plant weapons be reimbursed?"

"Yes!" Harley waved her hand and said generously, "As long as it is a weapon we can use, both the finished product and the raw material can be reimbursed!"

Copper and Harvey had no idea about weapons. They were not ready to fight at all, so they wrote something casually. Harvey asked for a computer and printer, while Coppers asked for a new suit and cufflinks.

After everyone finished writing, Harley put the paper on and took photos with her mobile phone, obviously arranged for someone to purchase.

After thinking, Schillerio said: "I think we should be divided into groups, command groups, combat groups and logistics groups, which will be more efficient."

"It makes sense." Harley nodded and said, "We are a professional villain organization. The key is that professionalism must be more professional than Justice League!"

“We can sit here for so long and have a professional meeting than Justice League,” said Pamela. “You have to let them write this thing, and they can write you all the toilet paper, laundry bags and toilet cleaners that they use for the next year.”

"Then now let's raise your hands to vote." Harley raised her hand and said, "If you want to participate in the command team, please raise your hand!"

Harvey and Copper both raised their hands, and Harley raised their hands themselves. Victor wanted to raise his hand, but seeing that Schiller didn't raise his hand, he didn't raise his hand either.

"Okay, there are three people in the command team, which is not bad. So what about the combat team? Who wants to join the combat team?"

Pamela, Weiren and Death Knell all raised their hands. Seeing that Schiller still didn't raise his hand, Victor whispered: "You want to join the logistics team? It sounds like you'll be very busy."

Schiller shook his head and said nothing.

"The combat team is also three people...what is the logistics team?"

Schiller, Victor and Jack all raised their hands.

"It's great, so there are three people in each group, which is very balanced. So let's set the scope of responsibilities."

"The command team is to make plans and command operations; the combat team is responsible for field operations; the logistics team is responsible for providing support to them and taking care of the base. How about it?"

Others had no objection to this arrangement. For the annual salary of 500,000, everyone was very motivated. Pamela took the initiative to say, "I think we can take a job to get the team together. Do you have any channels, Harley?"

"How do you know, I'm ready long ago?" Halle gave a mysterious smile and said, "Do you know Brenniak's support?"

"You talk about that housekeeping company?" Schiller said with a frown slightly, "they posted all the flyers to the school."

"That's right, but that's not a housekeeping company. How can I say, this thing is a cult."

"It's not surprising, but how do you know?"

"Of course it's because they contacted me." Harley rolled her eyes and told the others about her experience two days ago.

Harley studied psychology at university, but her grades were very good. Basically, she was the first in every subject and had basically completed her credits, so she spent other campus time participating in clubs.

She joined many clubs, such as painting clubs, reading clubs, skateboard clubs, and music clubs. However, her favorite clubs are still rock clubs, and she also serves as a drummer in the bands of the Rock Club of Gotham University.

During class, Harley rarely shows her lively side, which gives people a quiet feeling; but she shows her rock side in the band. This contrast gives her many suitors, and the bassist in the same band is one of them.

Halle has no interest in dating, so she rejects every suitor equally. But not everyone is so polite and gives up decisively after being rejected. The bassists are the ones who are stubborn.

About two days ago, their band was rehearsing, and the bassist was there talking to others mysteriously, and not allowing Harley to listen.

How could this little trick affect Harley? She simply ignored anyone and put on her headphones to rehearse.

Sure enough, the other party couldn't sit still. The bassist and the lead singer walked to the drum set together. After muttering for a while, the bassist said, "Halley, have you heard about Brenniak?"

Harley reluctantly gave him a look, meaning "Do you care about me?"

The bassist may have felt a little embarrassed, so he started talking about Brenniak, saying how powerful artificial intelligence is, which made Harley very upset.

So she beat the drum hard, took off her headphones and said, "I'm going to perform the day after tomorrow. You're still studying artificial intelligence here. Are you planning to let him play bass for you?"

The bassist was choked, but looking at the other people who were rehearsing carefully, he was embarrassed to say anything and left in shame.

As a result, in the afternoon, the software called "Super Butler Brenniak" became popular all over the world. The bassist walked in proudly again, and walked in with his bass to Harley.

Before Hallie could say anything, Bass began to make a sound by herself. The bassist smiled proudly and said, "I didn't expect that Bass can really play by herself. I don't need to rehearse, and I can play better than you guys. This is how Brenniak is amazing."

"Youth should pursue the trend, not like some old hats, even Brenniak didn't know him." The lead singer also spoke next to him.

Although Harley rolled her eyes a few times in her heart, she was too lazy to care about them. Who hasn't met a few bitches in her life? Just have to fight a verbal battle.

But at night, things were a little wrong. When Harley was practicing drums, she wanted to walk out, but the door was blocked. The bassist, the lead singer and a few innocent faces were blocked at the door of the rehearsal room. As soon as Harley came over, her eyes stared at her.

"Hey, we're going to have a party tonight to discuss the correct usage of Bleniak. Are you coming?"

"I have something to do." Harley didn't refuse on purpose. She had already decided on the base and had to sign a contract tonight.

"Why are you always so incompatible?" the bassist deliberately walked up and said, "We invite you to give you face. Otherwise, who would be willing to play with you if you are a rustic hat like you?"

Halle took a deep breath and said, "Are you planning to let Breniak go to bed for you? Or do you want him to cheer you up? I'm afraid he won't be as smart as you think. After all, even electronic life, I'm afraid there will be no way to put in a lot of good things in a few seconds!"

The bassist's eyes were wide open. Others also looked at him with some strange eyes, especially the lead singer. He knew that the bassist had been pursuing Harley, and he didn't know if they had really talked about it. If it had been talked about it, wouldn't Harley mean...

No wonder Harley doesn't give him a good face.

The companion's eyes completely angered the bassist. He stepped forward and was about to push Harley, but Harley took out an electric shock device from her bag and shot him out in an instant. The others also screamed and ran away.

Harley left the activity classroom in a daze, thinking that the matter would be over. As a result, before leaving the school gate, a car crashed straight towards her.

Fortunately, she quickly rolled into the bush next to her quickly. Although she was not injured, her head and body were covered with grass chips when she came out.

Harley turned to look at the car, but found that there was no one inside. At this time, the bassist poked his head out of the window of the activity building and shouted, "I will hit you to death, you damn bitch!!"

Just a second before Harley wanted to pull out the gun, her hands pulled her into the corridor next to her. Halle turned around and saw a blonde woman standing behind her, looking a little familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.
Chapter completed!