Alfred recognized Russell's ability very much because he defeated his master Bruce Wayne.
In Gotham City, there are many people who defeat Batman in their first encounter. Usually, after Batman is familiar with the routine, he can come up with a few plans and add some small equipment to regain the situation and easily teach the opponent how to behave. .
But there aren't many people who can make Batman hold his breath, work on his armor behind closed doors at home, and explode for several nights in a row.
Without exception, these people are all top-notch experts. Sneaking into Arkham Asylum and avoiding the numerous blockades is as easy as eating and drinking.
Alfred was even more satisfied when he discovered that Russell's goal was to strengthen the treatment building. In this way, he would not have to contact the informant, and the latter could avoid being exposed and continue to lurk within the enemy.
This wave is stable!
Russell fully recognized the capabilities of Suicide Squad because he had read the script and the anti-hero squad that could produce an independent movie would not be any less powerful.
At the very least, sneaking into a lunatic asylum shouldn't be a big problem.
It doesn't matter if it's exposed, it just helps him attract a wave of firepower and squeeze out the remaining value.
This wave is stable!
The Suicide Squad is very aware of their abilities. Maybe their teammates are a bunch of scammers, and they have to guard against stabbing them in the back during the battle, but they are all experienced veterans in such dark jobs as lurking and assassination.
This wave is stable!
…
Fifteen minutes later, the six members of the suicide squad arrived at the building of the Intensive Treatment Department. Outside the building was an open outdoor space, with searchlights from four tall towers, and guards with live ammunition on duty.
In addition, Arkham also has a team of armed guards on standby. Once an intruder or suspicious person is discovered, they will rush to the scene within three minutes.
This is Harley Quinn's information. Because of the current Arkham overhaul, the information has fallen behind and is no longer accurate.
After some discussion, they decided to divide into two groups and attack in the east and west to contain the armed guards in other areas.
King Shark is invulnerable and is the best bait. Because his brain is not working well, Killer Frost Louis is responsible for directing his actions and cooling him down when necessary.
Black Spider comes as a companion!
Deadshot, Captain Boomerang George, and Harley would evacuate immediately after they succeeded. The six people discussed and decided to meet at Penguin's bar.
"This is the plan. If there is no doubt, I will shoot down the guard in the tower, and the three of you will make noise to lure the target away." After Deadshot finished speaking, seeing that there was no objection, he held his breath and started to act.
Draw the gun, aim, and move smoothly, all in one go!
boom! ! !
There was a loud noise, and an orange-red fireball exploded in the open space of the wind farm. The shock wave hit. George flew to the ground, looked at Deadshot next to 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 after hearing the piercing sirens, Deadshot and George instantly realized that someone had invaded Arkham Asylum and also used decoy tactics.
The only difference is that in the opponent's plan, the six of them are decoys.
"Death Shooter, you may not believe it, but I can probably guess who tricked us."
"Obvious thing, but Deathstroke underestimates us. As long as we lie down and don't show up, we won't be used by him."
After Deadshot finished speaking, King Shark jumped up on the spot, roared a few times, turned into a humanoid tank and ran rampant in the wind field, then smashed through a wall and rushed towards the distance.
King Shark: Run when you hear the noise. It’s a simple plan. Don’t worry, leave it to me!
"..."x5
Gunshots rang in the ears, and a gun-wielding figure approached not far away. Almost the entire Arkham took action. Deadshot and several people cursed and stood up, chasing the brainless King Shark.
"Perfect cover, you are indeed a professional. I will come to you next time...well, if there is a next time."
Russell dodged into the darkness, quickly came to the intensive treatment department, and with the help of the Suicide Squad, successfully sneaked into the building.
Thirty seconds later, Alfred followed the long route to complete the infiltration, opened the grapple 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 sneered: "You little thief, just pretend to be Batman, but you actually use me to explore the way, you are so despicable!"
I'm mean, so what are you?
"Mourning...Mourning 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 took a lot of effort to speak two sentences.
"Bah, who is one of your own?"
Russell punched him down, knocking off the pointed ears on the bat helmet: "Tell me, where did you get the bat suit from?"
"I do it by myself."
"hehe!"
Russell was always ruthless towards this kind of bastard who would brag and not write a draft, and not shed tears until he saw the coffin. He would knock him unconscious with a few punches.
He glanced to the left and right, found an empty single room, and threw it in.
"I have to talk to Bruce about this. I helped him maintain Batman's copyright to prevent anyone from using his image to do anything wrong. The labor cost is rounded up to 100 million, it's not too much!"
Russell walked through the corridor. Most of the single rooms he passed were filled with patients with weak breaths. He didn't know that these people were guards and medical staff in Arkham before, but he also guessed that most of them were good people who were captured. .
Russell did not release them. Until the chaos in Gotham stabilized, continuing to live in a single room would ensure safety.
At the end of the corridor, the iron door of the intensive care unit was violently opened. Bruce, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "Afu, is that you?"
When no one answered, Bruce turned his head with difficulty and saw Russell wearing the Deathstroke Armor.
The red and black armor was covered with black smoke, with many dents from heavy blows and even a few bullet holes, as if it had just stepped off the battlefield.
For a moment, Bruce's rock-solid cold heart was shaken by an emotion called being moved.
"Death Knell, I didn't expect that the person who came to save me would be you!"
"That being said, besides me, who else can you count on?" Russell chuckled and cut off Bruce's uniform with two swishes.
Bruce propped up his hands and sat on the hospital bed: "What's the situation in Gotham now? Did you meet the Joker when you came in?"
"I should be the one to ask this. You let me down so much. Not long after I went out, Gotham changed drastically, but you were sleeping 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 broken bones made him a warning, and he swore that he would never fall into a trap next time.
"Let's go. At night, the bats are about to go out. Why are you still staying in bed?"
"I'm injured, my spine..."
"What!?"
Russell stepped back from the door with a confused look on his face, looking up and down at the slightly dejected Bruce: "Fuck, you broke it? Did Bain do it?"
Bruce nodded: "Since you know Bain, you must have done some research on things in the city..."
This is really not the case!
Russell has not done any research, but the Gotham City tourist guide clearly states that for orthopedic massage, go to Bane, and it has received strong recommendations from Batman.
"Deathstroke, Gotham City is left to you this time. Don't you want to prove that you are a superhero?"
The dejected look on Bruce's face disappeared and he said seriously: "My body is no longer able to participate in the battle, but I can provide you with intelligence assistance so that you..."
"No!"
Russell waved his hand: "I don't care about a few stinky sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs at all. No matter if they are fighting alone or in a group, they will be done with it."
"Uh, I'm afraid not!"
"Because of dirty bombs?"
"It's not a dirty bomb, it's..."
Bruce looked embarrassed, coughed slightly and said: "I fought with you some time ago and made a set of bat suits specifically to restrain you. I named it the 'Anti-Death Knell Armor'. It has been used by Bei En snatched it away.”
"..."
Russell looked shocked, not because of Bruce's hands-on ability, but because he was shocked that the Deathstroke Armor was snatched away by Bane.
According to his original plan, Batman changed his costume with full confidence. After the fight, he was beaten to death again and took pictures. Now, Bain took away the 'Anti-Death Knell Armor', and his happiness was cut in half.
Russell was devastated, and his plan didn't change quickly. Bane suddenly jumped out to help Batman ward off disaster. Who can explain this?
"Sorry, I...the armor was made...to be sealed."
Bruce didn't know what to say for a moment. He understood Russell's current mood. The gap between trust and betrayal was so big that it could instantly break a person's will.
He was easily defeated by Bain because he suffered betrayal and lost his mind.
Russell sighed: "Oh, forget it, it's just a suit of armor... I'll work hard, it should be fine."
"No, the technology of the armor is very mature. No matter how hard you try, I'm afraid..." Bruce was half-sentence, but the meaning was already there.
It's not that I, Batman, look down on you. I made the armor with my own hands. I can beat you like I would beat my son. I can beat you however I want.
Russell said angrily: "Since the armor you made is so awesome, what other assistance can you provide me? Can you make another set of anti-anti-Deathstroke armor?"
"I can provide intelligence. My butler Afu has not been caught. He is very good at collecting intelligence." Bruce said confidently: "You don't have to use fists to fight. You can defeat him by analyzing weaknesses based on intelligence and formulating targeted tactics. enemy."
"I'm not good at what you're talking about. No matter what, I want you to move first."
Russell raised his hand and put it on Batman's shoulder. Unexpectedly, as soon as he pulled off the uniform, he saw an extra-large diaper, and the sheet was still wet.
Russell:!!(??''????)??
Bruce remained calm: "The clown's tricks are deliberately used to disgust me. It's very bad, isn't it?"
"Joker! Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure!"
(o??????)
Russell smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. To me, and to the majority of netizens, the truth is sometimes not important. What we want is the explosive point."
Bruce's heart trembled, with an ominous premonition, thinking of Chief Gordon of the police station: "You... what are you doing, calm down, this is not a fun thing."
"hehe!"
Russell didn't say anything. He sat Bruce against the wall, highlighted the diaper and the world map on the sheets, and took out the digital camera from behind.
"Smile!"
