章節 201: Chapter 91. Leviathan + Happy New Year
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Happy New Year to all of you))) I'm sorry that updates are too rare, I just completed an internship at a new job (I was suddenly fired from the old one and didn't have time for creativity). I hope that in the New Year I will be able to please you with new chapters more often)
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Anyway, those woodpeckers managed to miss lady Minerva. And who the hell knows when exactly she'd gotten out of town, since she'd only been found missing in the early morning. I was the first to know about it, when I decided to check the location of the case, which was covered with eavesdropping spells, although initially I was just practicing meditation, learning to check the state of the Fourth Beginning, and at the same time trying to transition from internal meditation to external. Astral potion may facilitate the transition to the desired state, but as long as it works, it is impossible to return to the real world. In addition, the potion seriously strengthens the connection with the astral dimension, so when using it, there is always a small chance of attracting some local predator. And if in the Shadow Peak such a smart creature will immediately destroyed by the defense, although even there you can not neglect the safety technique, then "in the field" you can only rely on your skills.
Returning to the disappearance, the energy in the eavesdropping charms was put in the necessary minimum, so as not to accidentally provoke energy-sensitive intelligent, but thanks to this I immediately realized that the response comes out too weak, and after an additional check I realized that the case has successfully left the limits of the Grao de Castellon, and is now moving somewhere to the west. After all, it was suspicious that more than five hours had passed since Catwoman's epic performance, and the criminals still hadn't made their move. From the agents' point of view, though, everything was fine: most of the dark-skinned beauty's minions were running around the city like assholes, cleaning up the aftermath of the night's chase. Luckily for them, there were not too many bystanders. Only the criminals themselves and the wall of the building Selina's car crashed into were seriously damaged, so the bribes took the minimum possible amount, and most of it went to the city budget to restore the building, which turned out to be a unique architectural monument.
Actually, having realized the epic fuck-up of intelligence, the agents assigned to us immediately stirred up a lot of activity and even took the confiscated Penguin's plane as transport to get to Madrid as soon as possible. Here, by the way, one green-haired gentleman tried again. Otherwise, our escorts would never have known where the meeting of the criminal organization was taking place, and they would have had to issue a warrant for the arrest of the head of Leviathan for the shooting at the masquerade and large-scale bribes. As Lex Luthor's example shows, even after the creation of weapons of mass destruction, some people manage to stay on their own, and this is just an ordinary evening in Gotham. No, I'm lying. In Gotham, there would have been a dozen dead bodies, but here, by some miracle, the guests were only wounded.
Penguin really knows how to do good things. The interior of the private plane was intelligently divided into several sections with everything necessary for a comfortable life. The main part was a huge bedroom with a comfortable bed, not inferior to the one at home. There was also room for a full bar with many unique wines. Closer to the tail was made a bathroom with a Jacuzzi, which we successfully tried out together with the girls, and closer to the cockpit was a workroom, where the agents placed their equipment.
The transfer to the flying transport from the temporary headquarters of Interpol, as well as the preliminary running, came past Selina's consciousness. She'd put her head down too hard. As Harley said, "If she had a brain, she'd have a concussion." But as it was, the thief got a big bump on her forehead, a few bruises, an abrasion on her left arm, and a couple of sprains, the last of which she had gotten during the race, when she had to dodge bullets, showing miracles of agility. I successfully healed all this and at the same time had a good workout, because usually I had to treat her in a complex way, and also with a time limit, whereas here I got a perfect patient: not a single complaint or an attempt to suddenly throw off the skates. However, with anesthesia, however, I still a little too much, because of which the Cat had to involuntarily bodysuit the sleeping beauty, but once again I noticed that the healing spells meet almost no resistance aura, while the standard sleeping spells have less effect at the same energy consumption. And in both cases, neutral mana is used, and it's either the magician's perception or the Infopole, which says that this weave is harmless, or both.
"How long is she going to sleep?"
A tall blue-eyed blond man with sharp, high cheekbones, who goes by the name of Harold Faraday, looked in.
"We'll be in Madrid in forty minutes, and we still have time to recruit her and bring her up to speed."
"Any minute."
I answered, dispelling the diagnostic spell. It wasn't very effective in my hands, giving only a general assessment of the body and noting major injuries, but with practice it could replace a whole research complex.
Though here much depends on the knowledge of human anatomy and biochemistry than on the structure of the spell itself. By some properties, and by the external effect - a green glow around the palm, this weave is very similar to Shosen Jutsu (Mystic Hand Technique) from the anime Naruto, although there they not only checked the state of the body, but also treated, and used in battle to change the passage of signals of the nervous system, or to cut the heart muscle, bypassing all the rest of the flesh and ribs. You can't do that with a diagnostic spell, of course, but if you combine it with something else and take into account the aura's minimal resistance, you can create a unique combat spell.
"Moore," as if realizing that her mistress was about to wake up, the black cat she had rescued from the car jumped onto her chest and started rubbing her face.
"Traitor," Harley muttered softly, who had been petting her until now.
"Oh, Isis, stop it. Mommy's trying to sleep."
Selina Kyle mumbled sleepily through one eye, and then rolled over onto her right side, wrapping herself tighter in the blanket.
"Mommy should try to stay out of jail," said Harold sternly. About one-tenth of the Bats, which is kind of an indicator.
His partner, Julia Penworth, immediately appeared next to him. She was distinguished by rather nice appearance, short disheveled hair and breasts of the third size. If it weren't for Bats' information, I might have thought it was some kind of honey trap, designed for the best representatives of the Justice League in my and Harley's person, but this couple had been after Selina for a long time.
"Pfft, please. If I was really going to jail, I'd be in handcuffs right now, not on a private jet going... West?"
"Impressive," said Julia. "Why don't you just tell us what we want you to do?"
"Well, I have two options. First, given the presence of the Joker and his harem of fighters, the swanky setting with the bar, and the fact that I'm only wearing my gym underwear right now, we're having an orgy. Option two, you're going to get me involved in some murky business with the promise of a dubious reward. I'm even willing to assume it has something to do with the recent robbery. There's a reason you've been following me for so long. By the way, where's my emerald?"
"It's in the evidence locker, and it's not yours."
"Yes... Getting into the Interpol building can be a challenge," she put her finger to her lips thoughtfully. "Though you might well offer the stone as a reward."
"Or we could offer the removal of one Selena Kyle from Interpol's databases. A clean slate, so to speak," replied the blond.
"Oh, then why are we stalling?" the thief jumped up from the bed, throwing the bedspread aside. "Let's just agree that double penetration is forbidden, because I've seen what kind of dick Joker has, and the two of you will surely tear me apart."
Harley hissed like an angry cat at such a suggestion, Babs blushed sweetly, but the agents remained absolutely unperturbed. Apparently, it was not the first time they had to deal with horny criminals who would do anything to avoid imprisonment.
"Cover yourself up, you pervert," Harold took off his coat and threw it to the half-naked girl.
"Boo, you are so boring," ignoring the clothes, Selina went to the bar, where she was surprised to find a collection of expensive alcohol. "Wow, Interpol agents know how to be chic," she immediately made herself a simple cocktail.
"That's Penguin's plane."
"Yeah, make your excuses now. I wouldn't be surprised if it has a Jacuzzi... What, it really does?!" she exclaimed, noticing Julia's gaze wagging toward the tail section of the aircraft. "Well, now we're going to live. I need to relax, because dodging bullets in a confined space is a pain in the ass, I'll tell you that."
Cat was about to head for the bathroom, taking with her the cocktail she had made along with a whole bottle of wine, but the figures of the agents quickly appeared on her way.
"What now?"
"Before you splash around in the Jacuzzi, maybe you should know what your task is?" asked the man.
"Pfft," snorted Catwoman amusedly. "All right, tell me who you want to rob."
"Not to rob, but to help apprehend. Already familiar to you Barbara Minerva is the head of the criminal group Leviathan. In Madrid, she's gathering her high-ranking subordinates to introduce a new member: the Black Mask."
"Uh, you guys have got this all wrong. That's not really my area of expertise. Especially since you already have three heroes who do this kind of stuff,"
We got a dismissive nod.
"Either you help or you go to jail," shrugged the blonde woman. "Just a reminder that you're still an international fugitive, and even your high patrons can't do anything about it."
"High patrons?" Selina was surprised, but then her surprise was quickly replaced by anger. "I'll show him..." The words merged into a whisper that was unintelligible even to my enhanced hearing.
Oh, I don't envy Bats, he got a very problematic girl. Harley's right not to invite her into our harem.
"So, are you gonna help?" Harold hurried the thief along.
"Of course. Superheroine duty says help the poor and the needy."
"Yeah, superheroines," said Mousey sarcastically.
"Future superheroine," the beauty quickly corrected herself, "since my criminal past will be in the past... Pun intended."
After dealing with the current issues and holding a small briefing, people went about their business. Someone was playing a console found next to a huge plasma, someone was helping the game player with advice and memorizing interesting design solutions for his own game, someone was quietly cursing and writing a report for his superiors, someone was soaking in a Jacuzzi, since he had free time, and someone was doing magic again. Very careful not to accidentally disable the onboard instruments. I should have finished the tattoo spell I'd started, because my intuition was hinting at trouble to come. My mind, of course, told me that the criminals were not dangerous even if they gathered in a crowd, but I still needed something to occupy myself, especially since I had a good idea to control the magic ink during external meditation. And this approach really paid off.
I had already examined myself from the outside more than once or twice, examining my aura and trying to understand where the Shells began and ended, but now it was time to focus not on subtle matters, but on more down-to-earth things. All it took was a dive into the first layer of reality to get a better sense of the mystical energy circulating within the body, as well as the subtle foreign inclusions of heavier and denser mana that were the tattoos. After a couple of experiments, it was discovered that it was possible to control the ink with life energy. One simply wraps a large drop of ink around it and delivers it to the desired location, rather than trying to control it directly with mana. It was only a matter of thinking about the origin of the ritual, because vampire magic was all about controlling life energy, albeit someone else's, but that was just a matter of opinion. Naturally, because of the lack of racial chips and centuries of experience, the weave itself can not be created in this way, unless some primitive, like a firefly, very filigree control for this is required, but you can quickly create a rough template, consisting of large balls of liquid, give them a resemblance to the mystical symbols, and then already use direct manipulation.
Only some twenty minutes, and the charms of Geomancy take their final form, although earlier I would have killed at least a couple of days to just dial the required for weaving the volume of magic liquid in the right places. It was decided to check the work of the new tattoo after landing, besides, I was still in meditation and, as we approached Madrid, I could feel the charms applied to the case more and more clearly. They were working at their last breath, having almost used up all the energy they had invested in them, but the sound was still coming through, albeit with serious distortions and interruptions. After a couple minutes of listening, I reassured our escorts that the meeting was already underway, and the Interpol analysts had screwed up again when they promised us at least twelve hours to prepare.
"What to do... What to do..." Julia paced nervously around the cabin, periodically blocking the screen and preventing the blond cutie fighting with game's boss. "By the time we sit down and assemble the capture team, the criminals will have already scattered to their corners, from where they can't be reached. The operation would be in jeopardy."
In principle, it would be possible to send local policemen with a couple of special forces to arrest them, but without the support of supers, there will probably be a lot of dead bodies. And it is far from a fact that in the turmoil the criminals will not be able to escape.
"What's there to think about? Get Cat out of the plane when we fly over the base. She'll keep them occupied for a while," suggested my trusty assistant. "Holy shit, that bastard has a phase three!" she had to fully concentrate on the game to avoid wasting her last life.
"Hm..." the agents thoughtfully began to look at the girl sitting on the bed, who was stroking the black cat, though they hadn't really tried to notice her until now, because after the Jacuzzi she hadn't deigned to dress properly, preferring a short robe that didn't even cover her breasts.
"Hey, don't tell me you're really going to be so cruel to an innocent kitty..." Selina made a pitiful face.
"It won't work on us," Harold shook his head negatively. "Joker, you can figure out which building the meeting is in, right?"
"Huh, already," I showed the screen of the tablet, on which bright red color was marked a warehouse on the outskirts of the industrial district.
A dozen points, taking into account the gained height gave an error of less than five meters, so the thief had every chance to land directly on the head of the criminals.
"Then it's settled. Selina, you have five minutes. We'll even give you a parachute," a pleased grin appeared on the man's face for a brief moment, on which his partner briefly froze.
However, the promised reward was still weighty enough for Catwoman to agree to the upcoming adventure after a short deliberation.
The parachute jump, as well as the subsequent landing on the roof of the warehouse, went smoothly, under the satisfied comment that cats always land on four paws. The guards didn't even think to watch the night sky, as the nearest buildings stood too far away to be able to use a cat-hook or something similar. Besides, the meeting was secret, and the large number of people could attract unnecessary attention.
"Bastards, I'll get my revenge, I'll forget, and then I'll get my revenge again," the girl cursed quietly to herself as she carefully opened the skylight. There was a cartel meeting right downstairs, and it would be nice to get more evidence of the criminals' activities.
"We can hear you, by the way," remarked Julia.
"That's why I'm speaking out loud. The punishment will be unavoidable, he-he-he-he-he," Selina laughed a wicked laugh.
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