“Ahhhh————”
Looking at Harley Quinn rolling on the floor, Russell was puzzled. Why did Harley feel like she had met the enemy who killed her father when she mentioned the clown? Could it be that they had a falling out?
No way, you clearly promised to be each other's little devil, why did you just blow it?
It’s personality incompatibility, size mismatch, family pressure, the clown is too clingy…
Or Harley discovered that the Joker's true love is Batman, and they were just playing with her!
Russell didn't know why, but he believed someone knew, so he turned around and asked, "How crazy is this woman?"
"This is her!"
"Harley Quinn has always been a lunatic."
"Yes!"
"It's never been normal!"
"..."
Beating teammates is a hidden skill of every team. Their output may be weak against the enemy, but once they aim their guns at their teammates, they will become super powerful, and Suicide Squad is no exception.
"The Joker killed her dog, and then they broke up." Deadshot made the final decision, explaining the key points and answering Russell's questions.
"I see!"
Russell nodded silently, man and dog, the answer to this multiple choice question is obvious.
"Ahhh, my leg, my knee is shattered."
Harley Quinn was still rolling on the ground. Russell grabbed her arm and lifted her up: "I remember that you used to be a doctor at Arkham Asylum, specializing in mental patients. I think you are very familiar with the environment there."
"Ahhh, my legs!"
"It just so happens that I need a guide, and it's you."
"Ahhh, my knees!"
"Since you don't object, it's settled."
Russell made the decision, and Harley suddenly pulled out a large-caliber pistol, put it in the eye socket of his visor, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
There was a gunshot, and Russell stood there with his head raised. Everyone was too nervous to take a breath, waiting for the result without blinking.
"After waiting for so long, no one shouted 'Kill the beauty'. It seems that everyone is very mature!"
Ten seconds later, Russell shook his head, pulled out the bullet from the eye socket of the visor, threw it aside, and said disappointedly: "Amanda Waller chose the wrong person. This suicide squad has no determination to commit suicide. It failed!" "
"..."x6
Deadshot's eyes twitched: "You, you have an invulnerable body like King Shark?"
"Oh, you actually noticed it. The young man has good taste."
If I still can't see this, I might as well die.
Deadshot's whole body was in bad shape: "So, your superpower has nothing to do with the armor on your body, it comes from yourself... Wait, then why are you wearing armor? Isn't it unnecessary?"
Russell explained kindly: "This is not a superfluous move. This is called... tactics. Armor is an indispensable part of me and has extremely profound significance."
"What's the point?"
Deadshot blurted out and regretted it after saying it, because the reason why many people die is 'you know too much'.
"Of course, fools were fooled. In order to defeat me, they tried every means and went through all kinds of troubles to remove my armor. They thought they succeeded, but in the end, I took off the armor and became faster, taller, and stronger. Isn’t it interesting?”
Russell was very proud and pointed at a few people and said: "Yes, yes, your expressions are just like those of idiots. It's so funny!"
Deadshot looked aggrieved: "I, I..."
WQNMD!
Deadshot secretly complained that Gotham's superheroes, starting from Batman, are more sinister and neurotic than the last, and there are no normal people.
"No more nonsense, it's time to get down to business."
Russell took the pistol from Harley Quinn and put it against her chin: "Miss Quinn, I will use your life as a commission to hire you to take me to Arkham Asylum. What do you think?"
A drop of cold sweat fell from the corner of Harry's eyes, and he smiled forcefully: "No problem, I support it with all my hands, but my knees are really broken, you have to carry me on your back."
I think you want to eat shit!
Russell slapped Harley on the knee, and while she screamed, he injected holy light to repair the injury: "Don't be stupid, your legs are fine."
Harley's screams stopped suddenly. She stood on the ground in disbelief and jumped a few times: "Hey, it's true! But it's obviously broken... How could it be like this? It shouldn't be?"
"Stop being cute and lead the way."
Russell waved his hand to disperse the water and pointed a gun at the reluctant Harley Quinn. After taking two steps, he turned around in displeasure: "What do you mean, why are you following me?"
"You misunderstood. In fact, our target is also Arkham." Deadshot explained.
"There is no one left in Arkham. All the lunatics imprisoned have been released. The Riddler can't be found there."
"I know, but there might be some clues there."
"..."
The lost domestic cat was left to Jason to find. Russell felt at ease with Jason's work, especially in finding people. He went to Arkham to find Batman who was accidentally lost.
Such a big thing happened in Gotham City, and the city was in turmoil. It was impossible for Batman not to know about it. The only explanation was that he was caught in a trap, or was trapped and unable to escape.
The most likely location is Arkham Asylum.
This is not Russell's random speculation and bet, it is the fact that if he designs to ambush Batman, he will choose a location other than Arkham and have no other considerations.
Because there are too many lunatics imprisoned there, Batman will immediately take action at the slightest sign of trouble, even if he knows it is a trap, he will not hesitate.
Looking at the Suicide Squad in front of him who vaguely requested to form a team, Russell pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Since we are all on the same road, let's go together. I happen to be short of a few cannon fodder, no, I mean, I am short of a few like-minded people. companion."
"You guys have extraordinary bearings and are exactly the companions I'm looking for!"
"Especially you, Deadshot. The hall is dark, and there may be a bloody disaster. If you are not careful, you will die. If I team up with you, bad luck will only happen to you, so I will be safe."
"..."
Deadshot didn't say anything. He already had a general understanding of Gotham City. It was very different from the outside. He couldn't treat this place with the same standards as normal people, especially the superheroes here.
Harley Quinn opened the manhole cover and cheered: "Everyone, stop chatting, I found the fast track."
"No, the sewer is Batman's exclusive passage, I want to go to the sky."
Russell refused to be the same as the green tortoise, rats, bats, 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-ping-pong-ping, the glider looked brand new. Not only that, even the ammunition magazine was refilled.
Don't ask where the materials come from, there are cars all over the street, you can just dismantle one and you can do it.
"..."x6
After entering Gotham, the psychological endurance of Deadshot and others has been greatly improved. Unless the dangerous person 'Russell' that Amanda Waller has repeatedly asked to avoid suddenly jumps out, otherwise, there will be nothing to surprise them.
Pushing vertically and gliding into the air, Russell dropped a rope for several people to hold on to. During this period, both Harley and Louis wanted to use his broad chest muscles, but they were politely rejected with punches and kicks.
Just kidding, when a superhero is on duty, he hugs you and hugs him. He is not Batman.
…
Arkham Asylum!
It used to be heavily guarded, like a dangerous restricted area for a base fortress. At this moment, there are still one post every five steps and one sentry every ten steps. The searchlights scan the sky and the ground back and forth. However, the appearance of the personnel on duty has changed drastically, from guards to prisoners in a lunatic asylum.
These mentally disturbed prisoners put on the uniforms and weapons of guards and prison guards, and each of them patrolled his or her prison area with high spirits, even more conscientiously than the original guards.
The reason is very simple. After changing into tiger skins, someone told them that they were not criminals but good people, and these guys believed it!
It’s understandable, after all, mentally ill patients have broad minds and nothing is impossible.
Maybe there are some guys with a lot of drama inside who think they are undercover and are planning how to rescue the hostages and imprison the mentally ill people again.
In the dean's room, a clown in a purple tuxedo put on white gloves and hummed the music of Jingle Bells.
He looked in the mirror, straightened his tie, was very satisfied with his frank and hearty smile, opened the office door and walked out.
Three seconds later, the Joker walked back backwards, picked up the dean's badge that said 'Joker' on the desk, put it on, and then walked out again, closing the door when he left.
"Golden cudgel, golden cudgel, golden cudgel, hey..."
The singing came from the corridor windows. When the insane guards heard Dean J's singing, they all sighed that it was another peaceful and beautiful day. However, Dean J's singing voice was a bit disappointed, maybe because they did not receive any gifts last Christmas.
Everyone discussed it and decided to pool money to make up for Dean J's Christmas gift tomorrow, stuff a bomb into the cake, and put it on the office table as a belated surprise.
Dean J will be very happy!
…
In the monitoring 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 it at a glance, his brows suddenly frowned.
The clown opened the door to the ward, and inside was a man with unshaven beard and bloodshot eyes.
Bruce Wayne!
The master's condition was not very good. He was wrapped in a white uniform and black leather bandages pulled his hands behind his back. He lay motionless on the bed.
"Batman, you have to be mentally prepared. Judging from your treatment these days..."
The clown squinted his eyes, took out his gold-rimmed glasses from his coat pocket and put them on, then looked at the medical record and said, "It's very bad, you may be hopeless."
"..."
Bruce said nothing. After the clown entered, he closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.
"Don't be like this. You have to believe in Arkham's professional strength. We are very famous in the industry. Even if you are a seriously ill patient, we will not give up."
The clown gave good advice: "So, you have to cheer up and never be negative. You know, only with a positive and optimistic attitude can you defeat yourself, defeat the disease, and make you truly strong."
"..."
Bruce didn't bother to speak, so he just thought he was farting.
"For patients like you who refuse to cooperate, we at Arkham have a complete set of strategies to deal with it, but seeing as your spine was broken, I won't shock you."
The Joker sighed: "Having said that, I still can't believe that the invincible Batman was actually defeated by that trash Bane. Although he is a little smart, he is far worse than you."
"Is it because of that woman? The shameless little bitch actually stuffed an anesthetic into you, causing you to accidentally get infected. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been succumbed to Bain because you were too swollen..."
"That's enough, what do you want to say?"
Batman's face twitched slightly as he closed his eyes and said nothing. The fact that he was knocked down by the beauty trap was a dark spot in his life. He didn't want to hear anyone mention it, especially from the mouth of the Joker.
"I don't want to do anything. I just think you are too serious and want to make you laugh."
"Unless you're dead, I can't laugh!"
Xiaoshangyan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled brightly: "It turns out it's so easy to make you laugh. I just had to say no earlier. Look how tired I am..."
