the end of the heavens

"Of course it's to confuse the fools. In order to defeat me, they tried every means to remove my armor. I thought it was successful, but I took off the armor and became faster, taller, and stronger. Isn't it fun?"

Satisfied, Russell pointed at a few people and said, "Yes, yes, yes, it's the expressions you have now, like sand sculptures, so funny!"

Deadshot looked aggrieved: "I, I"

wqnd!

Deadshot secretly slandered that Gotham's superheroes, starting with Batman, have become more sinister and neurotic, and there is no normal person.

"Stop talking nonsense, it's time to get down to business."

Russell snatched the pistol from Harley Harley and put it on her chin: "Miss Quinn, I use your life as a commission to hire you to take me to Arkham Asylum, what do you want?"

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the corner of Harry's eyes, and he forced a smile and said, "No problem, I agree with it, but my knee is really broken, you have to carry me behind your back."

I think you want to fart!

Russell slapped Harley's knee with a slap, and amidst her screams, injected holy light to repair the injury: "Don't be stupid, your leg is fine."

Harley's screams stopped abruptly, she stood on the ground in disbelief, and jumped a few times on the spot: "Hey, really! But it's obviously broken, why should it be like this?"

"Stop being so cute, hurry up and lead the way."

Russell waved his hand to disperse the water, and pointed a gun at Harley, the reluctant clown girl. After taking two steps, he turned around angrily: "What do you guys mean? Why are you following me?"

"You misunderstood, in fact, our target is also Arkham." Deadshot explained.

"There is no one in Arkham, and all the lunatics imprisoned have been released, and the Riddler cannot be found there."

"I know, but there might be some clues there."

""

The lost domestic cat was entrusted to Jason to look for, and Russell was very relieved when Jason handled things, especially in terms of finding people, and he went to Arkham to find the accidentally lost Batman.

There is such a big thing happening in Gotham City, and the city is full of ups and downs. It is impossible for Batman not to know. The only explanation is that he was caught in a trap, or trapped and unable to get out.

The most likely location is Arkham Asylum.

This is not Russell's random guessing and betting, the fact is that if he designs to ambush Batman, he will choose a location other than Arkham without other considerations.

Because there are too many psychopaths imprisoned there, if there is any trouble, Batman will be dispatched immediately, even if he knows it is a trap, he will not hesitate.

Looking at the Suicide Squad who vaguely proposed to form a team in front of him, Russell pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "Since everyone is on the same path, let's go together. I happen to be short of a few cannon fodder, no, I mean, I lack a few like-minded people." companion."

"You guys are extraordinary, just the companions I'm looking for!"

"Especially you Death Archer, the seal is black, there is fear of bloody disaster, if you are not careful, you will die. If you team up with you, bad luck will only happen to you, so I will be safe."

""

Deadshot didn't say anything. He already knew about Gotham City, which was very different from the outside world. He couldn't treat it with the standard of normal people, especially the superheroes here.

Harley the Harley lifted the manhole cover and cheered, "Everyone, stop chatting, I found the fast track."

"No, the sewer is Batman's exclusive channel, I want to go to the sky."

Russell refused to be a fellow with the green bastard, mouse, bat, etc., turned around and dug out the damaged vertical propulsion glider in the alley, and took out the hammer from the space ring.

After a while of ping-pong-pong, the glider looked brand new, not only that, even the ammunition magazine was refilled.

Don't ask where the materials come from, the streets are full of cars, and you can just dismantle one and get it done.

""x6

After entering Gotham, the psychological endurance of Deadshot and others has been greatly improved. Unless the dangerous man Russell, who is repeatedly ordered by Amanda Waller, suddenly jumps out, otherwise, there is nothing to surprise them.

Propelling vertically and gliding into the air, Russell dropped a rope for several people to grab. During the period, Halle and Louis wanted to use his broad chest muscles, but they were politely refused with punches and kicks.

Just kidding, when a superhero is on duty, what does it look like to hug left and right? He is not Batman.

Arkham Asylum!

It used to be heavily guarded, like a dangerous restricted area of ​​a base fortress. At this moment, there are still guards at five steps, and sentries at ten steps. Searchlights sweep the sky and the ground back and forth, but the appearance of the personnel on duty has changed drastically, from guards to prisoners in the madhouse.

These mentally abnormal prisoners put on the clothes and weapons of the guards and prison guards, and they patrolled their guard area carefully, even more conscientiously than the original guards.

The reason is very simple. After changing into tiger skins, someone told them that they are not criminals but good people, and these guys believed it!

It is understandable, after all, mental patients have broad thinking, and nothing is impossible.

Maybe there are a few guys with a lot of drama in it, thinking that they are undercover agents, and they are planning how to rescue the hostages and put the mental patients back in prison.

In the dean's room, a clown in a purple tuxedo put on white gloves and hummed jingle bells.

He looked in the mirror, adjusted his tie, was very satisfied with his frank and hearty smile, opened the office door and walked out.

Three seconds later, the clown returned backwards, picked up the dean's badge with joker written on it on the desk, put it on, and then walked out again, closing the door behind him.

"Golden cudgel, golden cudgel, golden cudgel, hello"

The singing sounded from the windows in the corridor. When the neurotic guards heard Dean J's singing, they all felt that it was another peaceful and beautiful day. However, Dean J's singing sounded a bit disappointed, which might be because they didn't receive presents last Christmas.

Everyone discussed it, and decided to pool money tomorrow to make up Dean J's Christmas gift, stuff a bomb into the cake, and put it on the office desk to give him a belated surprise.

Dean J will be very happy!

Monitoring the ward, the clown looked at the former guards and medical staff in hospital uniforms, and nodded secretly. In a few days, these patients should recover.

At this time, he walked to the intensive care unit at the end, picked up the medical record on the wall, and after scanning the ten lines at a glance, his brows suddenly frowned.

The clown pushed open the door of the ward, and inside was a man with an unshaven beard and bloodshot eyes.

Bruce Wayne!

The master's condition was not very good, he was wrapped in a white restraint uniform, his hands were pulled behind his back by black leather bandages, and he lay motionless on the bed.

"Batman, you have to be mentally prepared, judging by the treatment status in the past few days"

The clown narrowed his eyes, took out the gold-rimmed glasses from his coat pocket and put them on, then looked at the medical record and said, "It's terrible, you may not be saved."

""

Bruce didn't say a word, and after the clown entered the door, he closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.

"Don't be like this. Believe in Arkham's professional strength. We are very famous in the industry. Even if you are a critically ill patient, we will not give up."

The clown persuaded him with good words: "So, you must cheer up and never be negative. You must know that only a positive and optimistic attitude can overcome yourself, overcome the disease, and make you truly strong."