I, V, Gotham Legend

After figuring out some things, Amanda felt that everything Lex Luthor had done before seemed to have some conspiracy.

He suddenly announced to the government that he had discovered two artifacts suspected to be alien technology, but only handed in one; he deliberately revealed information that he was afraid of the O'Neill Hotel through informants; he suddenly and openly announced his candidacy for president; he even participated in military exercises and lost his hair.

Amanda was already in a state of madness, but fortunately, her years of experience and long-term high-ranking position allowed her to quickly calm down. She took a deep breath and then spoke into the microphone: "Keep an eye on Lex Luthor. We've been fooled. The most important thing now is not the chip, but that this man is involved with the Sky Eye Society. There must be some conspiracy against the government."

"Where are those guys?" Valerie asked, obviously referring to the Suicide Squad.

"They're not important." Amanda answered heartlessly.

"I can understand your contempt for criminals, but there is an innocent and enthusiastic citizen among them?" Valerie was referring to Harleen Quinzel.

"They won't die. Without me watching, they are much more capable of escaping than you think." Amanda said, "I have been monitoring them through the positioning system of the bomb buried in their bodies."

Valerie thought about how those people jumped up and down when they were playing games with her, and felt that what Amanda said made some sense, but the situation was obviously out of Amanda's control now. This was not something that could be solved by running away, but the Suicide Squad had now run headlong into Lex Luthor's trap.

"Bang!" The sound of artillery firing scared Valerie so much that she thought a war had started over there. Only when she turned around did she realize that it was the salute to officially start the military exercise.

With the sound of salutes like starting guns, the warships officially began to sail slowly. After moving away from the shallow coastal entrance, they changed their formation. Like a marching ant colony, a large number of cruisers surrounded the most important aircraft carrier, the USS South Boston, in the center of the team.

Valerie saw herself getting farther and farther away from the shore, and the huge aircraft carrier seemed like an island floating away from the mainland.

If the other people were hidden, Valerie would now be surrounded by the most advanced military weapons in the entire United States.

"Follow me, guests. Here is the guest stand that is most suitable for watching the entire military exercise." Colonel Morales returned to the deck and showed a kind smile to the dignitaries. His white teeth were very conspicuous on his dark face.

...

The parking lot is located outside the Metropolitan Port. Normally, it is an open-air place for receiving tourists, but it is temporarily requisitioned by the military during major events such as military exercises. Now, the cars of many distinguished guests are parked here.

In the parking lot, Luther's driver sat in the car. He rolled down the window and smoked one cigarette after another, trying his best to suppress his inner anxiety.

The military and the government have prepared special rest areas for drivers of bigwigs, but the driver of Luther's special car refused, remembering the mission Luther left him to protect the property.

After hearing and seeing so many of Luther's secrets, the driver only hopes that his loyalty will allow his boss to show some leniency.

The idea of ​​running away or betraying was suppressed in his heart from the beginning. Although he had only worked with Luther for a month, he had seen with his own eyes and even participated in how Luther manipulated those who betrayed him. There were even a considerable number of people who didn't even know that they were tricked by Luther until they died.

The entire open-air parking lot was empty except for a few parked cars. It was far away from the official venue of the military exercise, but the warships that were gradually leaving could be seen from afar. The driver looked back at the silver-white box on the back seat. It looked like an ordinary suitcase, but it was equipped with a more advanced combination lock.

He felt that this should be the most important thing for Luther, and he had been holding it in the car all the time, but participating in such an important event as the military exercise forced him to leave the thing in the car.

The driver had the urge to hold the box in his arms to protect it, but he was more afraid that Luther valued the box more than himself, and if he touched it without permission, it would have the opposite effect.

The tension was growing. The driver smoked one cigarette after another, trying to relieve the pressure in his heart. However, he smoked too hard and started coughing uncomfortably.

He coughed rhythmically like a leaky bellows. His body instinctively wanted to expel the gas, but he wanted to lock the gas in and let the nicotine soothe his tired body.

Just as the driver was coughing rhythmically like hip-hop, he suddenly heard a faint sound.

It seemed like the sound of footsteps, lurking like a mosquito or fly under his cough. If it weren't for his highly sensitive nerves now, he might not have noticed it.

"Who?!" He straightened up almost reflexively and looked around through the car window like a vigilant hound.

The parking lot was quiet. Apart from the sound of the branches rustling in the ocean breeze, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of gunfire from distant military exercises.

The driver was extremely panicked. He turned his head and looked at the silver metal box. Seeing that the thing was still safe and sound, he felt relieved again. Until he saw the strangeness on his face through the reflection of the metal on the box.

There was a red dot, like a beauty spot, between the driver's eyebrows, but even through the blurry metal surface, he could see that it was an infrared ray.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on the driver's face, his eyes widened in horror, and his brain went blank after he understood the situation.

He tried to raise his head in fear.

"boom!"

But the sniper bullet had already penetrated his skull along with shattered glass.

The bullet passed through the front windshield, creating ripples of debris, and blood and brain matter splashed together, making this low-key car look like it was crying.

One of the driver's eyeballs fell onto his face, leaving only his lower jaw, and his cloudy eyes were still fixed on the box lying in the back seat.

Harkness, wearing a blue cotton hat, staggered out from behind a jeep. "How lucky! Luther actually only sent one person to guard his treasure."

"Don't let your guard down. Be careful of traps." The voice of the Death Shooter rang out in the headset. It was him who had just sniped the driver on a hill in the distance, but he did not feel relaxed after completing the mission. "This is all a bit too easy."

"Easy? Come on, you're the only one who's having an easy time. I, Lord Harkness, am the one leading the team here. I personally knocked down the group of soldiers in hats standing by the door." Harkness walked to Luther's car and opened the door. "One-eyed man, that thing is right here, isn't it?"

Deathstroke, wearing an orange and black mask, was standing behind Harkness, holding a tomato-sized instrument that looked like a clock in his hand: "The instrument points here... The box is the same as the one in the photo sent by the informant."

NO60. Get the job done first

The temporary team of six was divided into three small teams. Having said that, only people who were familiar with each other acted together.

Valerie and the Huntress approached Luther from the front, while the remaining four sneaked in from the back.

After basically determining the target's location through the instruments, the four-man action team split into two groups. The Death Shooter, who was an excellent shooter, and the completely newbie Harlin provided cover in the rear, while Captain Boomerang broke in with Deathstroke himself.

When the four-member team realized that the instrument was pointing to a parking lot far away from Luther himself, they were stunned for a moment. This situation was completely different from what they had imagined, so they wanted to seek instructions from their superior Amanda first.

However, even if they spoke into the communication headset, they did not get any response from Amanda. Since arriving at Metropolitan Port, it was as if the signal here was cut off, and there was only a busy tone in the headset.

Maybe something went wrong with Amanda, or maybe some jamming facilities were used in the military exercise, but the interference of communication signals does not mean that the remote control signal of the explosives in the neck will also be interfered. The Suicide Squad decided to adapt to the actual situation.

"Is this really the box of chips? Would Luthor leave something that the government covets in this place?" Death Shooter lay in a circle of bushes, looking towards the open parking lot through the scope of his sniper rifle.

Harlin stood outside the bushes, pretending to enjoy the scenery and keeping watch for the Death Shooter.

Originally, since Harleen's joining the Suicide Squad was just a misunderstanding of Valerie, she didn't need to continue to participate in the subsequent actions after the explanation was made clear, but Harleen refused. She took the initiative to request to join this operation as if on impulse.

Others have advised him against it, and after calming down, Ha Lin also said that he would consider it, but until now when he started to take action, Ha Lin has never taken the initiative to change his mind.

"How could it be impossible? That idiot Luther certainly didn't expect that I would personally bring people here." Harkness laughed rudely in the headset. "That guy was just trying to be clever and left the most important thing in the car, as if it was not important! But he didn't expect that we would not fall for it at all!"

Perhaps because it was produced by Valerie, although it was impossible to contact Amanda at the Sky Eye headquarters, the communication between the earphones was still normal.

"No matter how stupid and illogical it is, we won't let an ordinary person who is powerless to guard the most important items." Deadshot has a different opinion.

"Who says that guy who kept smoking is powerless? He might have run so fast that he could create a tornado, but he was shot before he could run." Harkness described it vividly. "Of course, it was mainly because I commanded well."

"According to the instrument's indications, the target is indeed in this box." Deathstroke also spoke, but his tone was also full of suspicion.

Obviously, he also felt that it was a bit unusual for things to go so smoothly. Lex Luthor was a famous genius, and he had been besieged by Luthor's men a week ago.

"What do you think, Slade?" Deadshot asked Deathstroke for his opinion.

"..." Deathstroke hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but speak out his innermost thoughts, "I don't trust that so-called informant."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Harkness' unhappy voice sounded, "Brother Slade, since our mission is to find the chip according to the instrument's instructions, then we only need to hand in what the instrument finds. As for whether what we find is a real chip, that is not a problem we should consider."

Harkness's words made sense, but Deathstroke also said: "Whether it's true or not, it's not normal for us to get it so easily. This is most likely a trap."

The two teams were nearly 400 meters apart, but they were in different directions and were engaged in anxious arguments about what to do next.

Finally, Deadshot didn't want to waste time going down anymore, so he compromised and said, "You guys take the box and bring it out. We'll meet outside and discuss the next step after we can contact Amanda."

"Wait a minute." Harlin, who had been silent since just now, suddenly spoke, "I can hear your communication, and I can hear your conversation just now... What about V? Why didn't she speak?"

Their equipment and communications were provided by the government and then modified by Valerie. Since they can still communicate normally, there is no reason why V cannot hear the news.

This strange feeling was like being isolated in another world, especially after the only driver in the parking lot was shot dead. There was no one within a kilometer radius, and it was as if there were only these few people left in this world.

All four of them were silent; only the noisy busy tone could be heard in their headphones.

In the parking lot, fresh plasma flowed like a spring, flowing over the tires, mixing with dust and gravel.

"Let's meet up first... where shall we meet?" Harkness broke the silence, but he still reached out and took the box.

Deathstroke placed the instrument in his hand on the box, and the instrument cooperated by making a "beep, beep, beep" sound.

"If we don't open the box, then according to our plan, we have succeeded." Deathstroke meant that the box might not contain what they were looking for.

"Don't be ridiculous. What will happen if we open it..." Harkness twitched his lips. "We haven't seen what the chip looks like with our own eyes. At most, we only have a photo. Even if we find the wrong chip, it's not our fault."

Deathstroke hesitated for a moment. As a mercenary, his professional ethics made him not want to end the mission so ambiguously, but he considered the reward he would get for completing this mission, which was almost nothing except the unlikely freedom.

"Go away, we'll meet at the newsstand, you know who it is." Deathstroke said, putting his hand on his helmet.

Seeing that Slade agreed, Harkness' expression finally relaxed. He tucked the box under his armpit and walked with a limp because he was missing a toe.

"Hurry up and gather together, and then go home quickly. This place has been ruined by your conspiracy theories. Even I can't stay here any longer."

Harkness muttered as he walked, and although his steps seemed to be sloppy, his stiff left arm never left his collar, and it was obvious that he did not relax his vigilance.

Deathstroke watched Harkness walk out of the parking lot with the box in his hands. He did not follow immediately, but stayed where he was and checked the surroundings.

The blood plasma rubbed against the soles of Slade's shoes. He lowered his head to observe the material of the parking lot floor, but at this moment, Slade suddenly heard the sound of clanging metal collision.

"when!"

The loud noise was not an illusion, and Slade stood up straight immediately. He turned around and saw Harkness standing at the door, his face looking blankly to the left with a surprised look.

With the sound of the earth shaking, a huge silver-white figure rushed out and pounced on Captain Boomerang who was still holding the box.

NO61. Shark King

A silver-white giant rushed over from the direction Harkness was facing. His heavy feet almost made the ground shake, and the sand carried to the concrete floor of the parking lot by the sea breeze was dancing with it.

Harkness reacted in time. He took out a boomerang from his arms and threw it instinctively. The boomerang drew an arc in the air and hit the giant's temple.

The giant was knocked dizzy, his steps became disordered, and the direction of his whole body turned half a circle. Finally, he stepped hard on the ground with his right foot and stopped steadily.

"Fortunately, I reacted quickly... Who are you? A stranded salted fish that has turned into a spirit?" Captain Boomerang distanced himself in fear.

The giant shook his head, and a pair of intelligent little eyes on his huge square head stared at Harkness.

His back was the indigo blue of the sea, but his front looked all white and reflective. The giant grinned, revealing his teeth that reflected the sunlight like the teeth of a chainsaw.

Around his neck and wrists were metal collars, like a pet's, with gold rings woven on them like coins.

Although he was glaring at Harkness in a very human way, the giant looked like a standing shark no matter which angle you looked at it from.

"I remember the smell you guys have. I've seen it before... Are you Amanda Waller's people?" The Shark Man bared his teeth and spoke fluently.

"Are you Luther's backup?" Although Amanda probably couldn't hear him now, Harkness still answered as planned: "I don't work for anyone. I heard that Luther hid treasures here, so I brought people here."

Sharkman Void sniffed, then clenched his fists: "I don't care what you think, but Luther asked me to keep an eye on this thing."

After saying that, he raised his huge fists, and Harkness vaguely saw white rune symbols floating on the shark man's shoulders.

The air seemed to be sucked together, and Harkness felt that the situation was not good. Fortunately, he caught a glimpse of Deathstroke running towards him from the corner of his eye.

"I'll leave this guy to you! Cover your captain's retreat!" Harkness turned around and ran away with the box.

Deathstroke didn't say much. He pulled out two swords from his back and rushed towards the Shark Man who was still accumulating strength.

But at this time, Shark Man felt that he was almost ready. He slammed his arms hard on the ground, and the ground shook like a building collapsed. The sand and dust that were blown up formed a shock wave visible to the naked eye.

Slade was not affected by the shock wave, but he knew that touching this thing would not end well, so he jumped on the spot and flew into the air.

Slade is a super soldier whose body has been improved by technological means. He possesses physical abilities and self-healing abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. He is the person in the Suicide Squad who is closest to the term "superhuman".

He turned skillfully in mid-air and landed on the shark man's back. The shark raised his hand and reached for his back, trying to pull this guy off.

But Deathstroke would not let him catch him, and he thrust a knife from his shoulder into the shark's back, as if stabbing through tough leather.

"Ouch!" The shark man screamed in pain. White runes appeared on his back and the long sword of Deathstroke that pierced his body was pushed out.

The Shark Man clapped his hands together, and the runes on his back exploded like a rout. Slade was shocked and flew out. He twisted his body in the air and finally landed in a safe position.

At this time, Harkness and Slade surrounded the Shark Man from the front and back. Deathstroke looked behind him and saw a cold truck. It was obvious that the Shark Man ran out from there.

Shark Man turned around and rushed towards Deathstroke who had not yet found his footing, but just before Shark Man took a few steps, a boomerang suddenly brushed past the side of his head and flew in front of Shark Man.

The shark didn't intend to take this thing seriously, but the boomerang had already changed direction in front of him, turned around quickly, and flew towards his face.

The shark man stopped charging temporarily and reached out to grab the boomerang, but the boomerang passed over the shark's arm before he could do so and hit the shark's eye at the same speed.

The shark closed its eyes, and white runes floated in front of it, like a shield that deflected the boomerang.

"What is this? Magic?!" Harkness shouted in dissatisfaction.

"The blood of the ancient gods flows in my body." The shark man actually explained.

"Who would understand what you're saying?" Harkness said, and he pulled out a boomerang from his pocket and threw it hard at the shark.

"What are you doing, Floyd? We're about to be beaten to death by a standing nobody!" Harkness called for the AFK assistant.

"We're in trouble, too." Floyd Lawton whispered, hiding in a bush on a hillside five hundred meters away from the parking lot.

The sniper rifle he set up was not pointed at the parking lot, but at the street behind him, where several vans were parked. Men in full armor climbed down from them and searched the mountain area in an orderly manner.

No wonder there is a very suitable sniping position here. Luther used it to encircle the Death Shooter.