Chapter 21: Criminals Saving the World?
Hearing Kal-El's words, the man also became excited and couldn't help puffing out his chest.
At this moment, however, the woman stared intently at Kal-El.
"Superman, can you give me a hug? This is the most unforgettable day for us!"
Kal-El instinctively looked at the woman's husband, seeing that his expression hadn't changed at all, but rather anticipation shone in his eyes.
"Mr. Superman, our whole family admires you very much. Please forgive my wife's presumption."
Kal-El didn't mind and instead opened his arms.
The woman immediately beamed with joy and gently hugged him.
"Pop!"
With a crisp sound, the woman left a kiss on Kal-El's face.
Is this part of the cheek-kissing greeting?
"Oh, god, I kissed Superman."
Seeing her mother's action, the little girl was not to be outdone and kissed Kal-El on the face as well.
The man just watched this scene with a smile.
Kal-El handed the little girl back to the man and turned to leave amidst the little girl's reluctant gaze.
Seeing the man's car, it turned out to be a brand from his own company.
It seemed this family were all his fans!
His footsteps paused slightly, and he turned his head again.
"Nice car!"
Bang!
The family quietly watched Kal-El disappear into the sky.
"I didn't expect Mr. Superman to be so approachable."
"Yeah! He's a true superhero!"
Screech——
The sound of car brakes rang out, and the police cars finally arrived.
Seeing several robbers lying motionlessly on the ground, the leading sheriff walked up to the man.
"Did you resolve all of these?"
"No, these were done by Superman. I just shot and killed one!"
Sheriff:...
"Calling headquarters, four robbers have been successfully arrested on Houston Street. One robber is suspected dead, and an ambulance may be needed."
...
Gotham City.
Bruce opened the box and looked at several green-glowing stones inside.
Alfred stepped forward.
"According to my tests, this stone has a significantly different structure from the stones currently existing on Earth, and it also possesses an unknown radiation. Currently, we know for sure that this radiation is harmless to humans."
Bruce stared intently at the Kryptonite in his hand.
"This is a stone retrieved from the wreckage of Zod's Black Zero mothership. My intuition tells me it's very unusual. This stone likely belongs to Krypton products, and it definitely has some special purpose."
Bruce spoke softly, as if expecting something.
Looking at the strange light in Bruce's eyes, Alfredinstinctively felt that something was wrong with Bruce.
"Bruce, you seem to be hiding something on your mind?"
Bruce turned his head.
"Alfred, don't you think both Superman and Blue Superman are too powerful?"
Alfred didn't hesitate at all.
"Of course, they are very powerful, and they are superheroes."
Watching Bruce stare at him in silence, he hurriedly added.
"I'm not saying Batman isn't a superhero. You know that in my heart, Batman is unique, it's just that Superman and Blue Superman are indeed far more powerful than Batman."
Bruce nodded.
"Actually, have you ever thought that Earth doesn't need such powerful aliens, and humans can protect themselves?"
"What? What do you mean, Bruce?"
Alfred couldn't believe what he heard; he even thought he was experiencing auditory hallucinations.
Bruce didn't change his rhetoric. He pulled up the satellite footage taken during the battle between Superman and Zod, looking at the apocalyptic scenes above.
"They are far too powerful and pose a huge threat to humanity. Once this power gets out of control, it will be the end of humanity."
Alfred couldn't believe it and stood there in a daze.
"Bruce, your worries are redundant. Although Supermanand Blue Superman are not human, they share our values and will not be enemies of humanity."
Bruce's voice gradually raised by several degrees.
"What if? Who can guarantee that they will always hold a friendly attitude towards humans?"
Alfred opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't say anything more.
Bruce continued to look at the big screen in front of him.
"Earth does not need these overly powerful gods. Only by making them disappear will humanity's greatest threat vanish."
Alfred stared blankly at Bruce's back, feeling that Bruceseemed to have changed.
"Bruce, are you going to kill them?"
Bruce was silent, but Alfred had already heard the answer.
He hadn't expected that Batman, who adhered to the no-kill principle, would one day think of raising a butcher's knife against Superman and Blue Superman who guarded humanity.
He sighed softly and turned around to continue handling his work.
Bruce looked at the satellite footage and remembered the dream he had.
In the dream, Blue Superman turned dark and became an enemy of humanity. They fled everywhere, and the entire world turned into ruins under Blue Superman's power.
Countless winged monsters were wreaking havoc, while Blue Superman turned his butcher's knife toward humanity.
Led by Blue Superman, those ugly alien monsters quickly occupied Earth, and the surviving humans lived in despair.
He didn't know why Superman Kal-El didn't appear in the dream, or where he had gone.
But Blue Superman becoming an enemy of humanity left a deep impression on him.
This terrifying nightmare seemed engraved deep within his memory.
Therefore, Blue Superman must die!
If possible, Superman...
Bruce stood quietly in front of the satellite imagery, his back revealing endless desolation and loneliness.
...
The world fell into calm, but it seemed everyone was preparing for something.
Gotham City still maintained its usual style, firmly holding the throne of the most unsafe city in the United States with its consistently high crime rate.
Even though the Gotham vigilante Batman was active in the city, the criminals of Gotham City remained unfazed and emboldened.
Kal-El knew about Gotham, this extreme city, but didn't deliberately go to manage it.
If he really had to manage it, he would probably have to settle down there on standby at any time, with not a shred of spare time left.
Kal-El didn't want to be that tired; Gotham City could be said to have hardly any normal people, and it was a paradise for madmen.
Let those people play house with Batman!
The clown!
This character who loved and killed Batman in a twisted dynamic—wondered if he truly had an immortal body?
US Department of Defense.
A group of men in suits sat upright, and a somewhat plump black woman, Amanda Waller, submitted her own proposal.
"Suicide Squad?"
A military general was somewhat surprised.
Amanda Waller nodded.
"Yes, I think we can recruit a group of superpower users among criminals to cope with the invasion of supernatural forces."
"Haha, I don't think you need to worry about this. We have Superman, Blue Superman, Wonder Woman, and even Batman. I don't think we need to use a group of criminals."
A brigadier general on the side threw the proposal in his hand onto the table and sneered at Amanda Waller.
The rest of the Department of Defense attendees also agreed one after another.
"I agree with General James's opinion. We have powerful superheroes like Superman, and we also have the beautiful God of War-like Wonder Woman helping us. We completely don't need a bunch of scum."
"Agreed, it's not yet the turn of a bunch of murderers to save the world."
Everyone discussed animatedly, but their opinions were consistent.
They did not agree to use a group of criminals to protect humanity.
Their identity as murderers should have nothing to do with the heavy responsibility of saving the world. Making them connect saving the world with criminals seemed so ridiculous no matter how one thought about it.
Chapter 22: Training
"Amanda Waller, stop bringing up your ridiculous plan. Linking them to protecting humanity—I would consider that an insult to heroes like Superman who truly guard humanity."
The highest-ranking general in the room looked at Amanda Waller and said gravely,
Amanda Waller was still unwilling to give up.
"Superman and Blue Superman are willing to stand on humanity's side and protect it because they share our values. But who can guarantee that the next Supermanwill also stand with humanity, just like Zod?"
The scene fell silent.
"The existence of the Suicide Squad is to let those criminals with special abilities unleash their value, completing missions for the country regardless of casualties."
She paused and continued,
"They are a group of criminals to begin with; even if they all die on a mission, it won't be the slightest bit regrettable.
Therefore, I need them to be driven by the country when they are needed, rather than idly eating for free in prison."
"We also have to expend energy guarding against them breaking out of prison. Just like clown, no matter how tight the defense is, he always manages to find a way to break out successfully, causing massive casualties to our people."
"In my eyes, their lives are worthless. If they can be driven by the country to work for it, that is their honor."
Amanda Waller tried every trick in the book to persuade her superior, but the general turned his head dismissively.
"Listen, Amanda Waller, no matter how eloquently you pitch it, I will never agree to employ these criminals. They only deserve to stay quietly in prison."
He tossed the proposal in his hand onto the conference table like trash and got up to walk out of the conference room.
Everyone in the conference room sneered in unison, finding Amanda Waller's whimsical idea foolish.
What sense of obedience could a group of criminals possibly have?
A team composed of all sorts of bizarre people looks more like a circus.
They shouldn't be going to the battlefield; they should be performing on stage like clown to please the audience.
Everyone's gazes landed on Amanda Waller's face, and Amanda tried her best to maintain her composure.
The conference room emptied out, and Amanda slammed the Suicide Squad proposal in her hand onto the desk.
"A bunch of stupid idiots!"
...
At this moment, S.T.A.R. Labs located in Metropolisreceived a mysterious box sent by the government, its surface covered in uneven patterns, exuding an ominous aura.
"What is this?"
Silas Stone looked at the box with some puzzlement.
Ryan Choi beside him shrugged.
"I don't know. The government sent it and wants us to figure it out."
Silas nodded.
"Alright, leave it with me for now."
Before he finished speaking, his phone rang.
Silas took out his phone and answered the call.
"Eileen?"
"Today is Victor's birthday?"
Silas raised his palm and slapped his forehead.
"I still have work to be busy with today. Go buy a cake to celebrate his birthday with him, and help me say sorry..."
At this moment, the mysterious box that no one noticed flashed once, returning to silence in the blink of an eye.
...
In a private estate in the Upper East Side, Manhattan, New York, Diana, dressed in a long gown, looked at the strange spear in Kal-El's hand.
"What is this? A spear?"
Kal-El nodded, his fingers gently brushing across the tip of the Kryptonite spear.
Rip!
A bloody cut appeared, and Kal-El's finger was already stained red with blood.
Diana's pupils dilated sharply as she picked up Kal-El's injured hand.
"What's wrong with you? This thing shouldn't be able to hurt you?"
Diana looked at Kal-El with concern, pulling Kal-El's arm, wanting to treat the wound for Kal-El.
Kal-El smiled and shook his head again.
"Diana, don't worry, I'm fine."
Kal-El looked at the spearhead emitting a dark green glow on the spear.
"It's just that this Kryptonite can restrain my power and make me weak."
Although she still didn't know the whole story, out of concern for her lover, Diana still reached out and snatched the Kryptonite spear from Kal-El's hand.
"I need to know your reason for doing this." Diana stared intently into Kal-El's eyes.
Kal-El reached out and put his arm around Diana's shoulders.
"This kind of Kryptonite is the product of Krypton's explosion. It is filled with radiation and has a huge restraining effect on us Kryptonians. This is my biggest weakness."
Kal-El turned around to meet Diana's gaze face-to-face.
"I won't allow myself to have such a big weakness. I want to become stronger; only in this way can I protect everything I want to protect.
Therefore, I forged this Kryptonite spear and some weighted bags for training using Kryptonite.
Affected by the Kryptonite, my physique will infinitely approach that of a human. I will go through the hardest training to make my body adapt to the Kryptonite and even fight against it.
I want to make my cells evolve the trait of not fearing Kryptonite and break through my own limits."
Diana's eyes were complex.
"Is it worth it?"
Kal-El smiled slightly.
"What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger!"
His eyes were filled with confidence and unbridled arrogance.
At this moment, in Diana's eyes, Kal-El was no longer human's Superman, but a true god!
The God of Protection!
Diana gently held Kal-El's hand.
"I will accompany you, training together!"
"You protect humanity, and I protect you!"
...
Training Day 1.
Diana looked at the fully armed Kal-El.
"Are you ready?"
At this moment, Kal-El held the Kryptonite spear in one hand and had four weighted bags tied around his waist.
The purpose of the weighted bags wasn't to train Kal-El's strength; after all, this Kryptonite wasn't very heavy overall.
The weighted bags were filled with Kryptonite powder, simply to keep Kal-El's body constantly affected by Kryptonite, thereby achieving more effective training.
Thus, under the suppression of Kryptonite, Diana packed Kal-El's training schedule tightly with conventional training equipment on the first day.
First, item one: a ten-kilometer long-distance run.
Finishing in ten minutes, Kal-El was already covered in sweat and panting heavily by this point.
"I never thought a mere ten kilometers would make me feel tired."
Kal-El wiped away his sweat.
Diana stepped forward and handed Kal-El a towel.
"When you can complete ten kilometers within ten seconds under the influence of Kryptonite, you can be considered to have adapted to Kryptonite."
Kal-El drank some water and rested for ten minutes, feeling his physical strength gradually recovering.
Next item.
Pull-ups.
One!
Two!
Three!
...
Nine hundred and ninety-seven!
Nine hundred and ninety-eight!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine!
One thousand!
Kal-El used his very last ounce of strength.
Thud!
His entire body collapsed to the ground.
"Kal-El!"
Diana hurriedly stepped forward, wiping away the sweat on Kal-El's forehead with a towel.
"Drink some water."
Diana took the water and fed it to Kal-El, and only then did Kal-El feel his body improve slightly.
Feeling the soreness in his muscles all over his body, how long had it been since he felt this way?
Having a simple lunch at noon, he went back into training.
"This item: evasion training."
Diana and Kal-El came to a specially modified training room.
Opening the super-alloy heavy doors of the training room.
Hum—
Bang—
Kal-El entered the training room, while Diana went to the console, looking at Kal-El standing in the center of the training room.
"Are you ready?"
Chapter 23 Greatness, Needs No Introduction
"I'm ready, bring it on." Kal-El stared closely at the wall in front of him.
Diana immediately pressed the red switch on the console.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Dense circular holes appeared on the wall, and one muzzle after another extended, pointing directly at Kal-El.
"During the first training session, only one muzzle will fire at a time, but it may come from different directions."
Diana immediately pressed the fire button.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!...
Kal-El's movements completely failed to keep up with his mental reactions, and several blank rounds had already hit his body.
Although it didn't cause damage, there was still some pain.
"Diana, again!"
"Okay!"
Bang!...
Bullets shot out from various locations in the training room, leaving a bullet mark on Kal-El's body.
Kal-El's body tensed up, his attention highly concentrated, ready to dodge at any time.
But the restriction of Kryptonite on his body always made his physical dodging speed unable to keep up with his mental speed.
Long after, Kal-El knelt on one knee on the ground, and the program gave the training results.
Dodge rate: five percent.
Kal-El wasn't surprised; after all, this was just the beginning.
As long as he kept training, Kal-El believed his body could definitely break through the blockade of Kryptonite and push past his limits.
In the evening, Kal-El and Diana stood facing each other.
Kal-El held the Kryptonite spear in his hand, and Dianaheld a sword.
The two charged toward each other at the same time.
Bang! Bang! Clang! Clang!
The sounds of weapons clashing echoed continuously. Diana did not use her full strength, but instead practiced with Kal-El move by move, feeding him moves.
...
Bang!
Diana delivered a flying double kick squarely to Kal-El's chest. Kal-El was instantly sent flying backward and slammed heavily against the alloy wall.
"Kal-El, let's call it a day!"
Diana stepped forward to help Kal-El up.
Kal-El underwent special training with Diana's help, but criminal cases happening everywhere emerged endlessly.
Therefore, Diana always needed to go stop them from time to time, and Kal-El was deeply annoyed by it.
Finally, under Kal-El's instruction, Amazon Group General Manager Snow Gray successfully contacted United States Department of Defense official Amanda Waller.
Inside the cafe, Snow Gray looked over this unassuming woman, who didn't seem to have a ruthless personality.
Amanda Waller took a sip of coffee.
"Snow Gray, if you contacted me just to buy me a cup of coffee, then I think I can leave now."
Snow wasn't in a hurry; he looked at Amanda and spoke faintly.
"As an honored guest providing you with help today, shouldn't you be a bit more polite?"
Amanda straightened her posture and asked with some interest.
"What kind of help can you provide me? It seems I don't have anything that needs the help of you Amazon Group?"
Snow smiled calmly.
"Suicide Squad project."
Amanda:!!!
"How do you know?"
Amanda stood up from her chair.
Snow, however, reached out and waved gently.
"Don't get excited; this isn't any secret in the military, is it?"
"Those damn bastards!"
Although Amanda was angry, she was helpless.
"How are you going to help me?"
"We will help you complete the formation plan of the Suicide Squad."
"The Department of Defense won't agree!"
Amanda knew the attitude of those people very well; they were full of discrimination against this team composed of criminals.
Snow crossed his legs and leaned back against the back of the chair.
"This was instructed by Mr. Superman!"
"Superman?"
Amanda was shocked. Why would Superman care about such matters?
Snow crossed his hands on the table and looked at Amanda seriously.
"Because Mr. Superman is busy with a very important matter, and Wonder Woman will also be unable to get away for a period of time."
"Therefore, you are needed to form a team to handle some simple incidents."
Snow paused, a meaningful smile on his face.
"Furthermore, many ordinary trivial matters don't require Superman or Wonder Woman to step in; I think those criminals should be enough to handle them."
"They were supposed to stay in prison, and they should be more than happy to do something to atone for their sins."
Amanda's mood was excited; she knew that with Superman's instruction, those people in the Department of Defense would definitely no longer stop her plan.
She looked straight at Snow, "Then what do you want?"
"Superman is a friend of our boss, so we Amazon will spare no effort to safeguard Mr. Superman's interests."
"We hope that when Superman needs it, this squad can step forward and obey commands."
Seeing the change in Amanda's gaze, Snow smiled and explained once more.
"Please rest assured, we won't interfere much with their daily missions; we just need them to pitch in at certain specific moments."
"Okay, I agree!"
Amanda made up her mind and agreed to Snow's request.
After all, without Superman's support, her formation of the Suicide Squad was nowhere in sight, and even she had no doubts about Superman's attitude toward humanity.
In today's era of developed internet, Superman had become a symbol of justice, kindness, and hope, and his massive fan base could instantly transform into a public opinion advantage.
The two officially reached a cooperation in this cafe, and the formation of the Suicide Squad was officially put on the agenda.
While Snow Gray was running around for the formation of the Suicide Squad, the Daily Planet was not idle either.
At this moment, Daily Planet editor-in-chief Perry Whitewas reading an intern's manuscript with some astonishment.
"Superman, the god of justice, the god on earth who takes justice as his career!"
After reading for a full half hour, Perry White stopped.
Just the title of this article made him feel shocked, and reading it through, it further shaped a layer of righteous and legitimate clothing for Superman.
The central idea was that everything Superman did was for the Earth, and every decision he made was deeply rooted in the survival of humanity.
Superman represented the interests of all mankind and could not be slandered or framed.
"This is simply a god-creation project!"
Perry White took a deep look at this young fellow; he knew that once this article was published, this fellow would become famous overnight.
Amazon Group would also give him a satisfying reward.
Although he didn't know what relationship the group boss had with Superman, gossip claimed that Superman had once saved the group boss's life and they were extremely good friends.
Once this article came out, it was bound to cause a sensation across the world.
Because this world with superpower forces needed superheroes, and this article happened to portray such a righteous and powerful image of Superman.
This article was destined to succeed, and Superman's massive fan base was Superman's most powerful support.
"Young man, you're very lucky; I will hand this article over to the group's general manager."
"Trust me, you've already entered the boss's field of vision, wait for a promotion and a raise!"
At this moment, this gentle white young man, Mike Jason, was somewhat dazed.
As a fanatical fan of Superman, just writing a report for his idol earned the approval of the editor-in-chief?
Is it that simple?
Could it be that so many reporters at the Daily Planet don't know how to flatter?
Chapter 24 Suicide Squad
Once this article is published, it will inevitably spark public discussion.
Perry White immediately sent the article to Snow Gray, the group's general manager.
Snow was currently working on establishing an automobile production line in the East Asian region to expand the Asian market for Amazon Group's automotive business.
Suddenly, he noticed an email sent by the editor-in-chief of Daily Planet.
As one of the media companies most valued by Kal-El, Snow communicated with the editor-in-chief of Daily Planet the most.
Without hesitation, he clicked into the email and found that it was an article.
Half an hour later, he grew excited, veins bulging on his forehead.
This article will become the boss's strongest shield!
Snow immediately took out his phone and called Perry White.
"Perry, who wrote that article?" Snow asked impatiently before the other person could speak.
"It's a new intern in the company, Mike Jason, a very talented young man."
"I don't care if he's an intern. Starting tomorrow, make him the editor-in-chief of the Superman column."
Perry White did not feel any dissatisfaction; when he saw that article, he already knew that young man's future was secured.
"Alright, I'll arrange it right away."
Hanging up the phone, Perry White called the intern Mike Jason into his office.
At this moment, the gears of fate began to turn!
When he came out of the office, he was already the editor-in-chief of the Superman column for Daily Planet under Amazon Group.
His annual salary was temporarily set at two hundred thousand US dollars.
But he also received a promise from editor-in-chief Perry White that if he could continuously expand the influence of the Superman column later on, the group's boss would raise his compensation again.
Mike Jason walked out of the editor-in-chief's office in a daze; this was a complete pleasant surprise.
But he really liked this job.
Making a name for his idol while also making money!
Sure enough, the next day's issue of Daily Planet was a huge success, and the articles in the Superman column sparked widespread discussion among citizens.
"Aren't these words too absolute? No one can guarantee that Superman will always stand on humanity's side."
"May I ask where you were when Superman was saving the world?"
"I'm just making an objective evaluation!"
"You're not even worth a single hair on Superman's leg; you can only slander him behind his back!"
"..."
At the bottom of the lake at Wayne Manor, the Batcave.
Bruce Wayne was training hard, sweating profusely.
With a tire tied behind him and muscles bulging on his arms, he pulled his body upward with great effort.
"Master, I think you might want to take a look at this newspaper."
Alfred handed over a copy of Daily Planet.
Bruce stopped his movements, untied the tire behind him, and fell into deep thought while looking at the newspaper in his hand.
"These people are too crazy. They are giving Superman a legal cloak, and they have no idea what will happen once a power like Superman's gets out of control!"
Alfred, however, was not worried.
"Master, at least for now, Superman is still humanity's superhero. You shouldn't treat him as an imaginary enemy."
He glanced at the newspaper on the table.
"What's written in this newspaper is too exaggerated; it might be the work of some of Mr. Superman's fanatical fans."
"But there are more sober people in this world. If he can truly win the support of the majority, then he is justice."
Bruce nodded in silence.
"But we cannot use humanity's fate to gamble on whether Superman and Blue Superman's hearts of justice are steadfast."
After saying this, he turned around and plunged back into intense training.
Time slowly passed.
Yet another late night, the roar of cars on the streets of Gotham City continued as usual.
The clown and Harley Quinn were speeding wildly in a car.
Vrooom——
A black batmobile rushed forward with an angry roar...
Amanda Waller successfully gained support and resubmitted the plan to form the Suicide Squad to the Department of Defense.
Inside the familiar conference room, the officials took their seats once again.
Amanda Waller distributed the proposal documents once more. "I propose forming the Suicide Squad once again!"
"Needless to say, since Superman also has this intention, we will approve your plan."
A general looked at Amanda seriously.
"But you'd better keep those circus monsters of yours in line, have them honestly execute their missions, and not cause trouble for Superman and the others."
Amanda didn't take these words to heart. After all, even if she employed those criminals, she would implant nano-bombs inside their bodies.
Running away was impossible!
On a small island in Gotham Bay, a heavily guarded prison stood.
This place gathered Gotham City's hardened criminals.
Deadshot, captured by Batman, along with Harley Quinn, Killer Croc who loved eating raw meat, and Captain Boomerang captured by Barry Allen.
El Diablo was also among them.
Led by a prison guard, Amanda Waller arrived inside the prison. Looking at Deadshot and Harley Quinn inside the cell, a sneer curled at the corner of her mouth.
"Bring them over, I want to have a chat with them."
...
Inside the Superman estate, Kal-El had a heavy tire tied behind him as he pulled himself up on a pull-up bar with all his might.
Sweat streamed down his well-defined muscle lines, adding a layer of allure to his robust physique.
"Was that report published at your instigation?"
Snow stood to the side and nodded.
"I believe that report can enhance the boss's prestige and earn you more support from the public."
Kal-El did not stop the movement in his hands.
"There are still many sober people in this world. No matter how noble the words sound now, ultimately it depends on what you have done."
"But public opinion is indeed very important; it can save the boss a lot of trouble."
Kal-El acquiesced, suddenly remembering that he hadn't contacted Clark in a long time.
"What has Clark been up to lately?"
Snow hesitated for a moment.
"It seems he is currently working as an ordinary reporter at Daily Planet, occasionally handling some emergencies."
Kal-El took a towel and wiped away his sweat.
"I offered him a high-paying, sinecure position as a group consultant, and yet he actually went to Daily Planet to be a reporter!"
Snow smiled.
"People who fall madly in love always tend to go crazy."
Kal-El shook his head. How could Clark still be so obsessed with romance? He might as well spend more time training to get stronger.
That was simply too irrational!
"Boss, I recently received news that to thank you, Blue Superman, and Wonder Woman for the contributions you've made in guarding humanity, the government has decided to build statues for you all in Central Square."
"Let them do as they please with those."
"Also, Amanda Waller has started forming the Suicide Squad, and the Department of Defense has named this team Task Force X."
"The members are tentatively set as Deadshot Floyd Lawton, Harley Quinn, Killer Croc Waylon Jones, Captain Boomerang Digger Harkness, El Diablo Chato Santana, the female ninja, and Enchantress June Moone. Colonel Rick Flag is responsible for leading the Suicide Squad."
"Not bad. Although their strength isn't great, it should be enough to handle ordinary crimes."
Snow, however, was not very optimistic.
"Boss, a bunch of weird criminals with no sense of responsibility aren't that easy to control."
"What's more, there's also Gotham's Harley Quinn. The clown won't let it rest so easily."
Chapter 25: Probing
Kal-El took a sip of water, a strange smile playing across his face.
"We don't need to worry about the clown. He is Batman's opponent; let them keep playing house!"
Snow:...
"Boss, our research base successfully replicated Zod's former gravity device using Krypton's data. We plan to use this device to modify a gravity training room!"
Kal-El was somewhat surprised. He had only casually sent some Krypton research materials to the research center back then, not expecting them to produce results so quickly.
It was exactly what he needed!
"What is the maximum gravity multiplier?"
"One hundred times. This is currently the limit of the gravity device."
"That's enough. It's currently sufficient to meet my training requirements."
After giving all the instructions, Snow immediately notified the research base to install the gravity device in the training room within the Kal-El Estate.
One week later, looking at the newly modified training room, Kal-El slowly stepped inside.
At two times gravity, Kal-El felt his body grow slightly heavy.
At three times gravity, suppressed by Kryptonite, Kal-El's movements were already hindered, as if the air itself had grown viscous.
At ten times gravity, Kal-El's breathing became heavy and movement difficult.
Kal-El did not continue to increase the gravity, but instead maintained normal training under ten times gravity.
The training effect was remarkable; soon Kal-El was drenched in sweat, every cell in his body exerting its utmost effort.
Kal-El walked out of the training room, laboriously making his way outside the door. The sunlight shining on his body made Kal-El comfortably close his eyes.
At this moment, Kal-El could feel every cell within his body cheering and leaping with joy, like a thirsty person discovering a lake in the desert.
His body felt warm all over. Kal-El gently clenched his fists, a powerful force feeling as though it was about to burst forth.
This power was like a volcano ready to erupt, blocked at the crater by Kryptonite.
Every training session of Kal-El made this momentum even stronger; when it broke through the blockade, this power was destined to be capable of destroying the heavens and extinguishing the earth.
Kal-El's rate of progress was visible to the naked eye, with every workout making his super cells tougher and more resilient.
Bruce, you must be training right now too, sweating profusely with a few tires tied to your body?
The gap in strength between you and me will eventually become larger and larger.
...
"Clark, what are the plans for tomorrow?"
Lois asked, resting in Clark's arms and looping her arms around his neck.
Clark thought for a moment.
"A date, traveling, watching a movie?"
"Hmm... we don't know how many times we've done those!"
"Then I'll take you to space to see the moon!"
"That must be very romantic!"
Lois looked at Clark with anticipation, her eyes full of little stars.
It has to be said that Clark still had some romantic cells in him; when it came to the skill of picking up girls, Kal-El could only bow down in defeat!
After all, back then Diana had taken the initiative to hold Kal-El's hand, and Kal-El had been the passive party.
Speaking of this, Lois suddenly spoke up.
"Recently, that report about Superman has been very lively, but he seems to have not appeared in the public eye for a long time."
Clark nodded.
"Although that report article is somewhat exaggerated, I believe in him. No matter when, he will never go against justice."
Lois looked at Clark teasingly.
"Is it because of the new car and house your cousin gave you?"
Clark did not deny it either.
"He is indeed very good to me; after all, he is my only relative on Krypton."
"What is he doing recently? Many citizens are expecting him to respond to that report."
"I heard from Diana that he's undergoing special training."
"Special training? Sunbathing?"
Clark:...
— —
LexCorp, Luthor's office.
Bang!
With a loud crash, the office door instantly flew outward, and a tall figure draped in a cloak walked in.
"Who are you?"
Luthor was somewhat surprised, as well as puzzled.
"I know you have always been collecting information on Kryptonians, and you harbor deep malice toward Superman."
Luthor smiled.
"Mister, what kind of joke are you playing? They are humanity's heroes."
"I know you want to kill them, and I can help you."
The man's voice was somewhat low.
Luthor calmed his shock.
"I am not a madman, nor do I want to go against Superman."
"I am a Kryptonian, General Zod's subordinate!"
The big man lifted his cloak to reveal his true face.
"Superman killed General Zod, who was a benefactor to me. I must avenge him."
Joy surged wildly in Luthor's heart.
"What can you give me?"
The man took out a file from behind him.
Luthor immediately took it and eagerly flipped through it.
Krypton's strongest weapon of war — Doomsday!
He was somewhat disappointed!
"This thing is great, but without the materials, it can't be made."
The man slowly turned around, looking in the direction where General Zod had fallen.
"I will die in my own way, and use my corpse to create Doomsday."
Luthor was slightly stunned.
"I want to know your reason for doing this."
The man turned his head to look at Luthor.
"I know General Zod was no match for Superman, and I am even less likely to be. Only Doomsday."
"Only Doomsday can defeat them and kill them all."
Luthor began to smile. His smile became increasingly twisted.
"I like your madness."
"Very well, I promise you, but I need to get your corpse as soon as possible for research."
Luthor clapped his hands, and a subordinate from outside the door walked in.
"Go to my research institute; it's very convenient there."
The man glanced at Luthor once more, turned around, and left.
...
Two days later.
"Boss, at the crash site of the Kryptonian spaceship in Africa, we accidentally discovered a stone with special radiation."
The doctor waved his hand, and a subordinate immediately brought over a small piece of stone emitting a dark green glow.
"This stone can easily cut open that big guy's corpse.
Through experiments, we discovered that this is caused by the special radiation within the stone.
As long as they are within the radiation range, a Kryptonian's physique will plummet."
Luthor grew excited.
"How much of this stone do we have?"
The doctor shook his head.
"We only got a small piece on the battlefield, but Wayne Enterprises still has some. We may need to purchase it from Wayne Enterprises."
Luthor raised his hand, revealing a sinister smile.
"No need! I think I know what to do."
As a smart man, Luthor only pondered slightly before coming up with a plan.
That night, after finishing his training, Bruce discovered that he had received an unsigned envelope.
Opening the envelope, inside were some research materials detailing the restraining effect of Kryptonite on Kryptonians.
Bruce was slightly stunned for a moment, then immediately understood.
It seemed someone had felt the threat of the Kryptonians.
Even though the other party was using him, this news happened to be exactly what he needed.
He casually put away the research materials; the effect of Kryptonite still needed to be verified in person.
Three days later, Bruce finally waited for this opportunity.
While Clark rushed to a residential area where a fire had broken out, Bruce also hurried over.
Clark arrived from the sky and rushed into the fire, and cheers immediately rang out from the crowd outside the fire.
Clark indeed lived up to expectations, rescuing everyone trapped in the fire.
The trapped personnel were rescued, and the firefighters no longer held back, immediately stepping forward to extinguish the fire.
Amid billowing smoke, Clark placed the child in his hands on the ground, and the crowd gathered around.
A masked man, however, took the initiative to step forward.
"Thank you very much, sir. My family was saved because of you!"
Clark just smiled and nodded, turning around wanting to leave. He did not like being exposed to the gaze of too many people.
"Ugh ah!"
Just as he wanted to mobilize his Bio-electric Field, he suddenly found his power circulating poorly, followed by an unprecedented sense of weakness.
He couldn't help but half-kneel on the ground, losing all his strength.
The crowd instantly erupted in an uproar, and several police officers hurriedly stepped forward to help Clark up.
The masked man, however, quietly left the scene.
Under the inspection of the medical personnel at the scene, it was found that Clark was not injured, only temporarily exhausted and weak.
Clark also felt somewhat strange; he had never experienced this kind of state before.
Why was there suddenly a feeling of his body being hollowed out?
Just as his super brain was about to operate, a clear signal suddenly came through.
Please use super strength!
Chapter 26: First Battle"
"Clark thought of his previous experience inside Zod's spaceship."
"The initial contact with Krypton's atmospheric environment was very painful, but it didn't come with such a strong sense of weakness."
"Could this be an aftereffect of coming into contact with Krypton's atmosphere during the last battle?"
"As Clark was letting his mind wander, he found that his body had returned to normal, and his strength surged forth like rivers rushing into the sea."
"His strength was back!"
"It seemed that the recent weakness was just a fluke."
"Clark pushed the matter to the back of his mind, flew high into the sky amidst the crowd's cheers, and soared into the distance like a shooting star."
"Meanwhile, the masked man opened his car window and muttered to himself as he watched Blue Superman flying into the distance."
"It really is like this!"
"Vroom——"
"With a stomp on the gas pedal and a roar from the engine, the Mercedes-AMG Vision GT sports car immediately shot out like an arrow off a bowstring."
"Middle East, an ordinary village."
""They have encroached upon our land and stolen our wealth. We must drive them out.""
"A bearded man with a red cloth wrapped around his head delivered an impassioned speech."
""Kill them all!""
""Kill them all!""
"A group of men, also wearing red cloths, roared with guns in hand, looking exhilarated."
""Move out!""
"The bearded man immediately jumped onto an armored vehicle, and a crowd of subordinates quickly followed, climbing onto the vehicles."
"Bang!"
"On the bustling street, there was suddenly a huge explosion."
""There's a bomb!""
"The crowd instantly fled in panic amidst continuous screams."
"Swish!"
"Another rocket-propelled grenade flew over, crashing straight into a station wagon."
"Bang!"
"Flames soared from the roof of the car, the car windows were shattered, and the vehicle body was flipped up before crashing heavily back down."
"A group of armed personnel wearing red headscarves poured into the city."
"..."
"In the Department of Defense's huge conference room, a group of people were discussing the rebellion in the Middle East region."
""We must take action; the rebels have already begun indiscriminate slaughter.""
""How can we take action? The rebels number in the tens of thousands. To intervene, we must deploy the military.""
""But the whole world is watching us. Once we deploy the military, the citizens won't agree. This is blatant interference in another country's internal affairs.""
"The general sitting at the head of the table glanced around."
""But we must take action. Whether for national image or showmanship, we must take action.""
""The military cannot be dispatched, but could we send a commando unit to teach the rebels a lesson? After all, their actions have already threatened the safety of American citizens stranded in the Middle East.""
""There is also an exploration expert team from an American oil company there.""
"Hearing this, the generals no longer objected. After all, as long as the regular military wasn't sent, a small-scale commando unit wouldn't have too much impact."
""I heard that Amanda Waller has already completed the formation plan for Task Force X. I think we might as well let her circus execute this mission.""
""The most precious thing in this world is the lives of American soldiers, and the lives of a bunch of criminals are clearly not among them. I agree to dispatch Task Force Xinto the Middle East.""
"Everyone looked at each other and did not object."
"After all, criminals' lives were worthless, and they wouldn't feel sorry for criminals."
"Louisiana, Angola Prison."
"Amanda Waller quietly looked at the group of top-notch talents in front of her."
""Your mission this time is in the Middle East. I need you to assassinate the rebel leader and stabilize the situation in the Middle East region.""
"Harley Quinn paused in the middle of changing her pants and turned to look at Amanda."
""Are you asking us to fight an army? That sounds so exciting.""
"Captain Boomerang, who was standing nearby, snapped out of it after watching Harley Quinn's actions, and upon realizing what was said, immediately became furious."
""Asking us to go fight their army—this must be a joke. I still have a wonderful life and don't want to die so early.""
""That's not up to you; this is a mission you must complete.""
"Amanda Waller said ruthlessly, but she still chose to offer a carrot after the stick."
""Completing the mission can reduce your sentence by ten years, or you can also make some reasonable demands.""
"Deadshot glanced at Amanda, finished assembling his firearm, and came before Amanda."
""I want full custody of my daughter, and I want guarantees that she receives the best education.""
""If her grades drop and she can't get into a prestigious school on her own, I need you guys to pull strings behind the scenes.""
""I need you to guarantee these things in black and white.""
"These demands were not too excessive, and Amandanodded in agreement."
"The members of the Suicide Squad said no more and put forward their own demands in exchange."
""You will be led by Rick Flag. If anything happens to Colonel Rick Flag, you're all done for.""
"The crowd:..."
"Having to protect an ordinary person!"
"..."
"Middle East."
"Suicide Squad members landed in the outskirts, with the female ninja and Dr. June Moone closely following by Rick Flag's side."
""How should we proceed?""
"Deadshot asked, looking at Colonel Rick Flag."
""That will have to wait until we infiltrate the rebel headquarters first.""
"The group selected their equipment and immediately marched toward the rebel headquarters, followed by a team of commando soldiers to assist."
""I hope you won't throw all our lives away here.""
"Deadshot casually said to Colonel Rick Flag, who turned his head and stared at Deadshot."
""I just want to complete the mission. If you want to stay alive, figure out a way to help me take care of the rebel leader as soon as possible.""
""Also, since when do you, an executioner, care about their lives?""
"Deadshot paused in his steps."
""We all are!""
""We are not the same. I am a soldier, and you are just a hired killer!""
"Deadshot was choked by Rick Flag's words and no longer argued with Colonel Rick Flag."
"Unwittingly, they had entered the city, where ruins and debris of the city, as well as corpses of soldiers and civilians, could be seen everywhere."
"The flames of war burned fiercely, with smoke rising from all directions, painting the sky a gloomy gray."
""Good god, these people are truly out of their minds.""
""They are a bunch of war criminals, and you are peacetime criminals.""
"Rick Flag delivered his usual parting shot, but no one paid him any mind."
"The sky gradually darkened, and Rick Flag led his subordinates closer and closer to the rebel headquarters."
""Stop, who are you?""
"A squad of soldiers immediately spoke up upon seeing this group of strangely dressed people."
""Open fire!""
"At Rick Flag's command, Deadshot immediately picked up his rifle and pulled the trigger on the surrounding soldiers."
"Bang bang bang bang!"
"After a few gunshots, several soldiers were shot in the head one after another."
"Harley Quinn took out a rocket launcher from behind her almost at the same time, laughing crazily."
""Try this on for size!""
"Swish——!"
"Bang!"
"With an explosion, several more soldiers were taken care of."
"Captain Boomerang hid behind Killer Croc and released his boomerang, leaving a bloody streak across the necks of two rebel soldiers."
"El Diablo and June Moone merely watched from the side and chose not to make a move."
"Rick Flag and the commando unit in the rear also opened fire, and the rebel soldiers were completely wiped out without the slightest ability to resist."
""Why didn't you make a move?""
"Captain Boomerang looked at the aloof El Diablo aside."
"El Diablo didn't speak, but silently walked away."
""Don't provoke him, unless you want to turn into barbecue.""
"Rick Flag kindly stepped forward to remind him. Perhaps because his tone was too serious, Captain Boomerangdidn't appreciate it."
""The commotion just now should have already drawn the rebels' attention. We need to speed up, enter the rebel headquarters, and kill the rebel leader.""
"Colonel Rick Flag turned his head to look at the team members before him."
""That sounds crazy, I like it.""
"Harley Quinn hoisted the rocket launcher onto her shoulder, her eyes filled only with excitement."
Chapter 27: The Witch Appears
Colonel Rick Flag wasn't nearly as optimistic, nor did he share the madness of these criminals.
He immediately led a group of people to speed up and rush toward the location of the rebel headquarters.
At this moment, inside a heavily guarded building and a brightly lit hall, the rebel leader David was planning tomorrow's offensive.
"General, a group of people with unknown intentions broke into the urban area, and they killed a squad of our soldiers."
David immediately turned his head, the scar on his face adding a touch of bloodthirstiness to him.
"Kill them!"
"Yes, General!"
Rick Flag and his team had already approached the rebel headquarters building, encountering a few small groups of rebels along the way, but with the cooperation of Suicide Squad and the commando team, they finally managed to rout the rebels.
"Not far ahead is the rebel headquarters."
Looking at the building in the distance, Rick Flag stopped in his tracks.
"How are we supposed to get past?"
Looking at the checkpoint ahead, the rebel soldiers were ready, armored vehicles blocked the road, and searchlights from high above constantly swept across.
"Kill our way through!"
Rick Flag slowly spoke.
"Did I hear that right? With just this handful of people, I'm afraid it's not even enough to fill their teeth between meals?"
Captain Boomerang voiced his protest.
Seeing Captain Boomerang take the lead in protesting, Slipknot immediately followed.
"This is going to our deaths, I refuse to carry out such a mission."
After speaking, he quickly knocked down the commando beside him, intending to slip into the roadside house and escape in the chaos.
They still had a mission and shouldn't choose to expose themselves just to arrest him.
Slipknot harbored wishful thinking, but he didn't see Colonel Rick Flag's expression gradually turning ferocious.
Colonel Rick Flag slowly raised his arm and activated the injection bomb inside Slipknot's body.
Bang!
After a loud bang, Slipknot's body, which was about to leap through the window, instantly dropped, lying on the ground motionless.
At this moment, he had become a quiet corpse.
Seeing that Slipknot had fallen asleep, Captain Boomerangstopped complaining, and the members of Suicide Squadalso fell silent.
But the commotion of the bomb being detonated also alerted the distant rebels.
"Who is it?"
The searchlight immediately shone toward them.
"Take out the searchlight!"
Rick Flag reacted quickly, but Deadshot reacted even faster!
Almost the moment the rebel searchlight began to turn, Deadshot immediately picked up his sniper rifle.
Bang!
With a gunshot, the glare of the searchlight instantly went out.
The rebels instantly lost their target, but dense bullets still poured down along the direction where the explosion had sounded.
Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Although it didn't hit them, Rick Flag wouldn't give the rebels a chance, and decisively issued an order.
"Put on your night vision goggles and eliminate the blocking rebels as soon as possible."
Suicide Squad and the commandos put on their night vision goggles one after another, and the figures of the rebels were fully exposed in the night vision goggles.
Harley Quinn secretly moved to the roof on one side, raised the bazooka in her hand, and aimed at the guard post firepower point at the command height of the rebels.
"Go to hell!"
Swoosh!
The rocket-propelled grenade trailed a tail flame and hit the target directly.
Bang!
Boom!
With an explosion, several rebel corpses fell from the narrow guard post.
"There!"
Rat-tat-tat——!
"Watch out!"
El Diablo immediately tackled Harley Quinn to the ground, yet Harley Quinn didn't show a trace of fear.
She looked at the hand pressing against her waist, looking at El Diablo with a hint of teasing.
"Do you like my waist? I can let you feel it secretly, but don't let clown know, otherwise he'll kill you!"
Looking at this lunatic-like woman, El Diablo silently withdrew his hand and didn't give Harley Quinn another glance.
Harley Quinn watched El Diablo leave expressionlessly and curled her lips.
"So boring, clown is still the most interesting!"
The battlefield was still ablaze with war. At this moment, the rebels couldn't find the location of Suicide Squad and could only rely on exposed firepower points to judge their position.
The commando team led by Rick Flag had fierce firepower and precise marksmanship, inflicting heavy casualties on the rebels.
Swish——!
Two illumination flares were launched into the sky, and the glare instantly illuminated the entire battlefield, turning the dark night sky as bright as day in an instant.
"Take cover quickly!"
Rick Flag roared loudly, his body already prone behind cover.
Rat-tat-tat——!
"Ahahaha——!"
The rebels opened fire with full force, machine guns strafing, and a dozen commandos failed to react in time and were shot one after another, blooming flowers of blood blooming on their chests.
Captain Boomerang hadn't had a chance to attack during the recent battle, and thus escaped this round of rebel firepower strikes.
Deadshot successfully avoided it with his amazing reaction speed, and El Diablo didn't attack either, staying behind cover all along.
Harley Quinn seemed to have special luck, as bullets brushed past her hair.
"Ugh ah!"
A roar sounded, and Killer Croc angrily flipped over a huge boulder to block in front of him.
Bullets continuously hit the boulder, splashing stone fragments everywhere.
"He's been shot!"
Harley Quinn watched Killer Croc fall behind the boulder, blood appearing on his body.
El Diablo's expression didn't change much.
"He won't die, his vitality is very tenacious."
Watching Killer Croc's painful roaring appearance, Harley Quinn hesitated slightly.
"Then what is this?"
El Diablo turned around and leaned against the wall.
"He won't die, it just hurts!"
Harley Quinn placed a hand on her forehead.
"I thought I was going to lose a companion, turns out I was just wasting my emotions!"
El Diablo: ——!
This woman is a psycho!
Relying on the illumination flares, the rebels fully utilized their advantageous firepower.
Rick Flag and his team members were pinned down by the rebels and couldn't lift their heads.
"Watch out!"
Deadshot shouted loudly, and Rick Flag saw a rocket-propelled grenade flying toward his cover.
A soldier's instinct made him lunge toward a dead corner to the side.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the previous cover had been blasted with a huge gap, and debris from the ruins flew everywhere.
Rick Flag raised his head, his face already dyed red with blood.
Bang!
Bang bang——!
With a few more loud bangs, several commandos screamed and flew sideways.
"June!"
Rick Flag crawled backward through the dense rain of bullets, coming to the side of Dr. June Moone, who was hiding tightly behind a low wall.
He slowly stroked Dr. Moone's traumatized face.
"Let her out, that way those people won't be able to hurt you."
Dr. June Moone shook her head, but Rick Flag still resolutely shouted out.
"Witch!"
Dr. June Moone's eyes suddenly changed color, five fingers silently passed through June Moone's finger gaps and suddenly turned over.
A palm exuding a dark aura covered June Moone's snow-white hand.
When everyone looked again, Dr. June Moone had disappeared, replaced by a terrifying witch.
Enchantress looked at the surrounding environment and stared straight at Rick Flag.
"What is that? Is that Dr. June Moone?"
Harley Quinn blankly looked at this woman who looked like a demon from a horror movie.
No one answered her, but she quickly resolved her doubt.
"Enchantress, go deal with those enemies."
The witch scanned everyone with a terrifying look, suddenly turning into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing before everyone's eyes.
"Ah——!"
Screams of rebel soldiers came from afar, and everyone immediately turned their heads.
At this moment, Enchantress had appeared among the rebel soldiers and began a massacre!
Chapter 28 Return
Her figure flickered constantly among the rebels, and soldiers lost their lives with a casual wave of her hand.
From time to time, she turned into a wisp of black smoke, darting ceaselessly among the rebel soldiers.
"Kill her!"
"She is a demon!"
At this moment, the rebel soldiers also panicked; they could not have imagined that such an undying demon would appear.
Countless gun muzzles were aimed at Enchantress, and a dense barrage of bullets swept out.
Enchantress turned into a wisp of black smoke again and vanished on the spot. The rebels' bullets did not cause a shred of harm to Enchantress, but successfully hit their own companions.
The crowd suddenly collapsed in a large swath, successfully easing the pressure on Suicide Squad and Rick Flag.
"Drive out the tanks and blow them all to the sky!"
Seeing that his soldiers suffered heavy losses, the leader David angrily issued an order.
"Yes, General!"
The staff officer beside him immediately turned around and passed down the order.
At this time, Rick Flag had already led Suicide Squad and the assault team to charge into the gap cut open by Enchantress.
With the magic assistance of Enchantress, they successfully routed this wave of blocking rebels.
Having just stepped into David's rebel headquarters, the roaring sound of machinery came over.
"Stop!"
Rick Flag raised his palm to signal, looking at several huge smoke-covered silhouettes in the distance.
The distance gradually closed, and a few flashes of fire suddenly emerged.
"Tanks!"
Bang!
The bodies of several commando members were blown to pieces. Just as Rick Flag stood up, he smelled the stench of blood in the air.
He took a deep breath, looked at the tanks firing ahead, and turned his head again to look at his commando members.
"Aren't you going to make a move yet?"
At this time, Deadshot and Harley Quinn and the others also began to look around for cover to dodge the tanks' fierce firepower.
"Man, ever since the mission started, you've been acting all aloof, hoping I can see your skills, otherwise I'll make you taste the power of my boomerang."
Captain Boomerang said while launching a hidden weapon toward the tank, but no matter how graceful the trajectory of the boomerang was, it only left a few sparks on the tank.
"What if I lose control?"
El Diablo was somewhat worried that losing control would hurt his teammates.
Deadshot shot and killed an exposed rebel soldier.
"Then our chances of winning will be even greater."
"If you still don't make a move, we'll be crushed into biscuits by the tanks before we can be burned to death by you."
El Diablo no longer hesitated, reaching his hands out toward the tank ahead, and scorching flames were released from his palms.
The flames turned into a wave of fire rushing toward the tank, instantly engulfing the tank, this massive iron monster.
Faint screams came from inside.
Seeing this, Rick Flag immediately stepped forward with Suicide Squad to cover El Diablo.
El Diablo made one final push and completely transformed into a fire giant; in this state, he was no longer afraid of ordinary thermal weapons.
Taking advantage of his remaining stamina, he quickly stepped forward to clear the path for Suicide Squad. Wherever he passed, raging fires ran rampant, leaving scorched black everywhere.
With the help of El Diablo, everyone broke through layers of obstacles and rushed all the way to the rebel command building.
"What's that sound?"
"It's the sound of a helicopter!"
Rick Flag immediately understood that the rebel leader David was going to escape!
"Enchantress, go kill him!"
Enchantress looked at Rick Flag with some dissatisfaction.
"I have no heart, and my magic power needs to be recovered, unless you can return my heart to me!"
The witch slowly approached Rick Flag and whispered in his ear, like the whisper of a devil.
"Return my heart to me, and I will leave Dr. June Moone's body."
Rick Flag's pupils shrank sharply, staring blankly as Enchantress left with a chuckle.
Once the black smoke dissipated, Enchantress had turned back into Dr. June Moone again.
"El Diablo, quickly use fire to seal off the entire building!"
At this moment, El Diablo gave Rick Flag an expressionless glance, and his body began to flicker uncertainly.
In the blink of an eye, he turned back into a human again.
"My energy is completely used up!"
The helicopter had taken off from the roof, and the sound of the rotating propellers was very loud.
"Deadshot, can you hit David in the helicopter?"
"I'm not one of those freakish people with superpowers. I need a shooting angle, and there is no channel on the helicopter that can bounce bullets into the cabin."
Deadshot looked at Rick Flag as if looking at an idiot.
At this time, a woman's voice rang out.
"Did you guys forget about me?"
Everyone turned their heads and saw that Harley Quinnhad already hoisted a grenade launcher barrel onto her shoulder, aiming the thick barrel directly at the helicopter.
As Harley Quinn's finger gently twitched, a grenade flew straight toward the helicopter that was moving away from the battlefield.
"No!"
Bang!
A huge explosion resounded through the night sky, and Harley Quinn immediately jumped up in excitement.
"Oh! God, that is so cool!"
The helicopter tail rotor was successfully destroyed by the grenade launcher, and the fuselage rotated with black smoke, crashing into a building on one side.
Bang!
Another huge explosion, and the firelight illuminated the night sky.
Just like sunlight piercing through the dark night, dawn quietly swept across the horizon...
Anyway, David finally died. This rebel leader did not die on the battlefield fighting against government forces, but was shot down by a woman with a single grenade launcher.
Harley Quinn turned around with a smile.
"Just like that?"
Everyone was somewhat incredulous.
"Of course, he's been blown to pieces now, you might still find David's barbecue if you go over there now."
Harley Quinn flashed a charming smile at everyone, and the scratch on the corner of her mouth drawn by lipstick looked like fresh blood flowing from being cut by scissors, making it even more terrifying at this moment.
Everyone shuddered looking at the badass Harley Quinn.
Not only was this woman psycho, she also seemed very strong.
"I promise I'll never doubt her combat power again; she's not only crazy, but also very powerful, and even a bit charming."
Captain Boomerang quietly sneaked up next to Deadshotand El Diablo and muttered a sentence.
"Don't provoke her, otherwise you'll definitely die a very ugly death."
Deadshot gave Captain Boomerang a kindly reminder.
"Unless I'm crazy, only clown could handle a woman like this!"
...
The mission was completed, and all members of Suicide Squad were able to return to the United States, imprisoned once again in Angola Prison in Louisiana.
Amanda Waller did not break her promise either, completely fulfilling the demands they had made.
They were still locked up in prison, living a regular life of three meals a day and going to bed and waking up early, but the difference was that their quality of life in prison had improved.
...
In the blink of an eye, a year passed, and the world remained peaceful.
In a luxury estate in the Upper East Side, Manhattan, New York.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Muffled loud noises came from the training room built with super alloy, and every loud noise was accompanied by violent vibrations.
A shirtless man was sweating profusely in the training room at this moment, his fists constantly landing on the specially-made sandbag in front of him.
Every punch would leave a deep depression on the sandbag, and the surrounding air also seemed to twist slightly.
After finishing a set of punches, Kal-El picked up a towel to wipe away the sweat, and turned to walk towards behind the door.
The alloy door opened automatically, and in front of him was still a training room. A rectangular display screen above the training room clearly displayed a line of text.
[ Gravity Room — — 80x Gravity ]