the end of the heavens

This wave is stable!

……

Fifteen minutes later, the six members of the suicide squad came to the building of the Intensive Treatment Department. Outside the building was an open place for exercising. Searchlights were lit on four tall towers, and guards with live ammunition were on duty.

In addition, Arkham has a team of armed guards on standby at all times. Once intruders or suspicious elements are found, they will rush to the scene within 3 minutes.

This is the information of Harley Harley, because the current Arkham has undergone a major shake-up, and the information has fallen behind and is no longer accurate.

After some discussion, they decided to divide into two groups, one at a time, and restrain the armed guards in other areas.

The Shark King is invulnerable, and he is the best bait, because his brain is not working, so Louis the Frost Killer is in charge of directing his actions and cooling him down when necessary.

The black spider walks as an extra head!

Deadshot, Boomerang Captain George, and Harry will evacuate immediately after they succeed. The six discuss and decide to meet at the Penguin's bar.

"That's the plan. If there is no doubt, I will shoot down the guard of the tower, and the three of you will make noise to lure the target away." After Deadshot finished speaking, seeing that there were no objections, he held his breath and began to act.

Draw the gun, aim, and the movements are smooth and smooth, all in one go!

boom! ! !

There was a loud noise, an orange fireball exploded in the open space of the wind farm, and the shock wave hit. George fell to the ground in a swoop, looked at Deadshot beside him, and exclaimed, "What kind of gun is this? It's so powerful."

Deadshot was silent for three seconds: "Don't be stupid, I haven't fired yet!"

boom!boom!boom!

There were three more explosions in a row, and hearing the piercing siren, Deadshot and George instantly realized that someone had invaded the Arkham Asylum, and they also used decoy tactics.

The only difference is that in the opponent's plan, the six of them are bait.

"Deathshooter, you may not believe me when I tell you. I probably guessed who tricked us."

"Obvious things, but the death knell underestimates us too much. As long as we don't show up on our stomachs, we won't be used by him."

After the death shot's voice fell, Shark King jumped up on the spot, yelled a few times, turned into a humanoid tank and rampaged in the wind field, then smashed through a wall, and rushed towards the distance.

King Shark: Run when you hear the sound, it's a very simple plan, don't worry leave it to me!

"..." x5

Gunshots sounded in the ear, and a figure with a gun approached not far away. Almost the whole of Arkham moved into action. Deadshot and the others cursed and stood up, chasing the mindless Shark King.

"Perfect cover, as expected of a professional, I will look for you next time... Well, if there is a next time."

Russell dodged into the darkness, quickly walked to the intensive treatment department, and successfully sneaked into the building with the help of the suicide squad.

After 30 seconds, Alfred completed the infiltration according to the long distance, opened the claw gun and entered the open corridor window on the fourth floor.

Bang!

The posture of turning over and landing was perfect, but the next second, he was knocked down by a punch.

Russell held down Alfred's head, pressed his whole body to the ground, and said with a sneer, "Little thief, it's fine to pretend to be Batman, but you actually use me to find the way, you are so despicable!"

I'm mean, so what are you?

"Death... death knell, we... are our own people..."

Alfred didn't have Bruce's strong physique, his chest was squeezed and he couldn't breathe, and it was exhausting to say a few words.

"Hey, whoever is your own person."

Russell punched down and knocked the pointed ears on the bat helmet: "Tell me, where did you get the bat suit from?"

"I do it by myself."

"Ha ha!"

For this kind of bastard who brags, beeps, doesn't write drafts, and doesn't cry when he sees the coffin, Russell has always been ruthless, punching him a few times, and knocking him unconscious.

He glanced to the left and right, found an empty private room, and threw it into it.

"I have to tell Bruce about this. I helped him maintain the copyright of Batman to prevent someone from using his portrait to misbehave. The labor cost is rounded up to [-] million, which is not too much!"

Russell walked through the corridors, and most of the single rooms he passed were sick patients with weak breathing. He didn't know that these people used to be Arkham's guards and medical staff, but he could guess that most of them were good people who were captured. .

Russell did not release them, and until the chaos in Gotham stabilized, staying in a single room would keep them safe.

At the end of the corridor, the iron door of the intensive care unit was violently pried open. Bruce, who was paralyzed on the bed, opened his eyes, his eyes flickered, and said in a deep voice, "Ah Fu, is that you?"

No one answered, Bruce turned his head with difficulty, and saw Russell in Deathstroke armor head-on.

On the red and black armor, covered with black gunpowder smoke, there are more depressions that have been hit hard, and there are even a few bullet holes, as if they have just walked off the battlefield.

For a moment, Bruce's rock-solid cold heart was actually shaken by an emotion called moving.

"Death knell, I never thought that the person who came to save me would be you!"

"That said, who else can you count on besides me?" Russell chuckled, and cut off Bruce's straitjacket with two swishes.

Bruce put his hands up and sat on the hospital bed: "How is the situation in Gotham now, did you meet a clown when you came in?"

"I should be asking this question. You disappointed me so much. Gotham changed drastically within a short while after I went out, but you fell asleep leisurely in the ward."

Russell shook his head and sneered: "Batman, you have failed this city!"

"..."

Bruce didn't want to explain anything. The pain of a broken bone made him a warning, and he swore that he would never fall into a trap again next time.

"Let's go, it's time for the bats to come out at night, what are you still doing in bed?"

"I hurt my spine..."

"What!?"

Russell retreated from the door with a dazed expression, and looked up and down at the slightly slumped Bruce in front of him: "Fuck, are you broken? Did Bane do it?"

Bruce nodded: "Since you know Bain, you must have investigated the things in the city..."

This is really not the case!

Russell didn't do the research, but the Gotham City travel guide is very clear, find Bane for bone-setting massage, and Batman's strong recommendation and praise.

"Death knell, Gotham City is handed over to you this time, don't you want to prove that you are a superhero?"