bookbashuk Chapter 389 Suicide Squad
Chapter 389 Suicide Squad
Chapter 389 Suicide Squad
Amanda Waller is also said to be the head of a department called the Sky Eye Society.
It seems that neither the Marvel Universe nor the DC Universe can do without the presence of a black slave owner, Commissioner.
However, this Amanda Waller is much more ruthless than Nick Fury.
Nick Fury is at most ruthless and likes to cheat people. Back then, the Skrulls were tricked into becoming his free slaves for who knows how many years by his promises.
As for Amanda Waller, he was black from head to toe, and he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
Take her suicide squad, for example. Each member has a nano-bomb implanted in their body. Anyone who dares to disobey orders will be turned into fireworks on the spot.
She used this method of directly controlling life and death to force a group of superpowered individuals and hardened criminals to perform dirty, shady jobs for her, making her actions even more villainous than many villains.
Of all the pieces controlled by Amanda Waller, the most powerful is the Enchantress.
This is a purely supernatural being with a comprehensive range of magical abilities, including but not limited to teleportation, magical impact, illusion creation, mind control, and so on.
With all skill points allocated to magic, the character has virtually no close-combat ability, making them a completely misguided mage.
Bruce said in a deep voice, "The anomaly that attacked Midway City has energy fluctuation characteristics that highly match those of the Enchantress. The Enchantress is very likely an accomplice."
"Furthermore, as far as I know, the Enchantress has now broken free of Waller's control and is most likely in Midway City. Their presence there is definitely a conspiracy, and we must act quickly to stop them."
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As soon as he finished speaking, a system notification sounded in Du Mu's mind.
NPC Bruce Wayne has given you a new quest.
[Mission: Prelude to Invasion]
Objective: Defeat the Enchantress and the Nightmare, destroy the signal transmitter, and prevent them from sending a summoning signal to Apokolips.
[Rewards: Calculated based on the player's final contribution]
Apokolips?
Du Mu was slightly taken aback.
If he remembered correctly, Apokolips was the territory of Darkseid, the ultimate boss of the DC Universe.
That's a cosmic overlord spanning multiple star systems; its massive army could easily crush the vast majority of interstellar civilizations.
Darkseid himself is incredibly powerful; in the comics, it's common for him to wipe out the Justice League.
Moreover, Darkseid in the multiverse is only a fragment of himself; his true self exists in a higher dimension.
Du Mu originally thought this was just an ordinary supernatural crisis, nothing more than some super villain jumping out to destroy or conquer the Earth. He never expected that it would involve Darkseid, the final boss.
It's not hard to guess from the mission description that the Enchantress and her accomplice, the Nightmare, are clearly sending Darkseid their real-time location. Their purpose is obvious; they're probably asking the Japanese to come and invite them.
If the summoning signal is successfully sent, and Darkseid locates Earth and leads his army to its doom, the entire planet will likely be doomed.
Most of the members of the Seven are still newbies, not even out of the beginner's area yet. Asking them to directly challenge Darkseid, the ultimate boss, is bound to lead to predictable results.
Du Mu, unusually serious, said, "You're right, we must stop them, or my save file will be destroyed."
If Darkseid were to actually descend upon Earth, he would have no choice but to sacrifice Barry and restart the server's save file. It would be a shame to waste the save file he had painstakingly built up.
Bruce keenly noticed the change in Du Mu's tone.
This guy definitely knows more inside information; the severity of this crisis is probably higher than he anticipated.
He added in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I notified Clark in advance, and he has already gone to the scene. I believe news will come soon."
Du Mu was dumbfounded: "What the heck? You let Clark go?"
"Yes, in order to prevent the situation from escalating and causing more civilian casualties, I contacted him immediately and rushed to the scene."
Bruce sensed something was off about Du Mu's reaction: "What's wrong? With Clark's strength, even if his opponent isn't weak, he shouldn't be in any real danger, right?"
Du Mu's lips twitched: "Normal enemies are no problem, but this time the enemy is a mage who is proficient in magic and can also use mind control. That's a big problem. I think you should prepare the anti-superman armor in advance."
Bruce: "?"
Midway City!
It should have been noon, but the entire city was shrouded in an unusual darkness.
The sky seemed to be blocked by something, not a single ray of light could penetrate, and the whole city seemed to have fallen into the dead of night ahead of time.
The streets were a mess, with cracks and rubble everywhere. The windows of the shops along the street were shattered, and many broken police cars and armored vehicles were parked crookedly on the side of the road, clearly indicating that a fierce battle had just taken place.
In the airspace outside the city, two military transport planes were descending and slowly approaching the city center.
Inside the cabin of one of the military transport planes, besides a group of fully armed soldiers, sat several oddballs whose style was completely out of place with their surroundings.
They were members of the suicide squad formed by Amanda Waller.
This group of people are all hardened criminals. The total sentences they have accumulated are enough for them to spend the rest of their lives in prison.
Amanda Waller felt that they were all talented people and it would be a waste to leave them like this, so she gave them a chance to redeem themselves by completing the task for her. As long as they completed the task, their sentences would be deducted proportionally.
To put it bluntly, they're just being used as cannon fodder.
As supervillains who lived a life of unbridled freedom, they naturally refused to agree to such a request.
However, Amanda Waller never intended to persuade anyone from the beginning; he simply implanted nanobombs into everyone's bodies.
These nanobombs are extremely powerful; even a tough-skinned killer crocodile couldn't withstand their explosive force.
Under coercion and enticement, these thugs could only outwardly obey, while inwardly harboring their own ulterior motives.
The members of this team are all extraordinary: Harley Quinn, Deadshot, Killer Croc, Captain Boomerang, and Vengeful Demon.
Actually, they had another member codenamed Slipknot, but on the way there, he was tricked by Captain Boomerang and tried to jump out of the plane to escape, and was killed on the spot.
It was thanks to the heroic sacrifice of this honest man that the remaining members finally realized that the nanobombs were not just for show, and they all became much more obedient.
Besides them, the team also included Colonel Rick Flag, the military officer in charge of supervision, and his bodyguard katana.
This motley crew of people formed a special operations team, tasked with resolving the crisis in Midway City.
Harley Quinn, clinging to the porthole, gazed at the churning clouds and streaking lightning above the city center, and said in an exaggerated, drawn-out tone, "Are you sure we can handle this? I think you should go to Gotham and find that little bat; he's the expert in this area."
"We can't rely on those so-called superheroes for everything."
On the screen in front of everyone, Amanda Waller's cold, hard face appeared.
Deadshot Lawton leaned back in his chair and scoffed, "So you're relying on us scoundrels for help?"
Several thugs nearby joined in with undisguised laughter.
These government officials are still behaving the same old way, preferring to use these notorious criminals rather than trust superheroes.
Amanda Waller ignored their mockery and said calmly, "In short, your mission is to stop this crisis at all costs. If any of you dare to disobey, Colonel Flag will detonate the nanobombs inside your bodies."
"Fuck you!"
The boomerang captain raised two middle fingers as a gesture of goodwill.
Just then, the fuselage suddenly began to shake violently without warning, the red emergency lights on the roof instantly lit up, and a piercing alarm sounded throughout the cabin.
"What's going on!?"
Colonel Flagg immediately steadied himself by holding onto the bulkhead and raised his hand to connect to the cockpit communication.
The transport plane pilot's panicked voice came through the air: "Colonel! A large number of unidentified flying creatures have emerged from the clouds and are repeatedly ramming the fuselage!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of muffled, loud bangs followed.
A dozen or so gray, deformed shadows flashed past the porthole. These creatures had two pairs of wings of different sizes, mouths full of sharp teeth, and twisted, bizarre limbs. Even through the glass, you could see their sharp claws and teeth protruding. They were swooping down and crashing into the transport plane in groups.
Captain Boomerang's eyes widened: "What the hell?! What the hell are these things?!"
"I can't hold it in anymore... Ugh!"
As a creature from the sewers, the killer crocodile was not used to the turbulence at high altitudes. The shaking of the aircraft made it dizzy and its stomach churned. It couldn't help but bend over and vomit violently, and a sour and rotten smell instantly spread in the narrow cabin.
No one had the energy to pay attention to him; everyone was on edge because of this sudden turn of events.
Colonel Flagg shouted, "Damn it! Make an emergency landing!"
But as soon as the order was given, the military transport plane suddenly shuddered, lost its balance, and crashed diagonally toward the ground.
The pilot pulled the control stick with all his might, barely cushioning some of the impact of the descent. The plane did not explode or disintegrate on the spot, but it rolled dozens of times on the ground, with long sparks flying from the friction between the metal fuselage and the road surface.
The people inside the cabin were thrown about, all feeling dizzy and disoriented.
But none of that is a problem.
The problem is that the filth that the Killer Croc had just vomited on the bottom of the hold was immediately mixed up after this roll.
"Fuck! What splashed into my mouth!?"
"Aaaaah! Killer Croc! I'm going to kill you!"
"No... I'm going to throw up again... Ugh!"
"Help! This is hell!"
"Someone come and let me out! I want to go back to prison!"
Hahahaha!
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Amidst howls and the sloshing of liquid, the military transport plane finally came to a stop.
Another military transport plane that had landed safely was parked not far away, and more than a dozen fully armed soldiers quickly ran over to prepare for the rescue.
Before they could even get close to the hatch, the deformed hatch was kicked open from the inside.
A group of people stumbled out, each covered in yellow-green stains and emanating a suffocating, sour smell.
As soon as they stepped out of the cabin, they all rushed to the roadside, leaned against the wall, and vomited violently; the scene was indescribable.
Killer Croc's indiscriminate AoE damage was so powerful that it left an indelible mark on everyone's minds. These people probably won't forget this scene even when they're eighty years old.
"They're here! Open fire!"
Just as everyone was vomiting, the soldiers spotted a large swarm of flying monsters approaching from the sky and immediately opened fire.
A hail of bullets swept low into the air, and the first few monsters were instantly pierced through the body and slammed heavily onto the ground.
However, there were simply too many of these monsters, and they were completely fearless of death, charging towards the group one after another.
Moments later, several monsters broke through the barrage of fire and pounced on the soldiers in the front row. Their sharp claws tore through the bulletproof vests, and blood splattered from their chests instantly.
The suicide squad members, who were vomiting uncontrollably, were startled by the gunshot and looked up to see a horde of monsters looming over them.
Without the slightest hesitation, they turned around almost simultaneously and prepared for a tactical retreat.
What a joke! They're thugs. Running away when they're in danger and betraying their teammates at the slightest disagreement is their normal behavior.
"Come back here, all of you! Even if I die, the nanobombs inside you will still detonate!"
Colonel Flag had recovered and was firing his gun at the onrushing monsters while shouting at the top of his lungs.
Upon hearing this, the members of the Suicide Squad twitched at the corners of their mouths and could only reluctantly turn around to face the enemy.
However, most of them had limited firepower. Boomerang Captain and Harley were just slackers; one of them threw a boomerang and it took forever for it to come back, while the other used a broken baseball bat to attack. They couldn't kill a single monster even after a long time.
Killer Croc's damage output is decent, but unfortunately it can only attack single targets, making it too slow.
As for the vengeful demon, he remained standing still, as if he had gone offline.
The team's overall damage output was almost entirely carried by the Death Shooter.
He was like a cheat code, wielding a modified automatic rifle and firing wildly, hitting the monsters' vital points with every shot, never missing a shot. He alone accounted for at least 90% of the team's damage output.
As he played, he glanced at his bunch of useless teammates and cursed inwardly.
You're all just pretending to be me, aren't you!
However, no matter how high the Death Shooter's damage output is, it can't withstand the endless monsters.
Seeing the monster army about to surge forward, he ignored his other incompetent teammates and roared at the Vengeful Demon, "Hurry up and attack! If we don't, we'll all die here!"
He had reviewed the team members' files and knew that only the Vengeful Demon among them possessed the ability to save the current situation.
The vengeful demon simply shook his head, his voice low and hoarse: "I won't use my powers."
He can control hellfire, but this power is extremely difficult to control, and he will lose control if his emotions fluctuate even slightly.
Back then, he lost control and burned his wife and children to death with his own hands. Since then, he has suppressed his power and would rather die than use it again.
Deathshooter gritted his teeth and shouted desperately, "You coward, you piece of trash! You can't even control your own abilities, you caused your own wife's death! Now you're watching everyone else die and you don't dare to lift a finger. Is your ability only good for showing off to your wife?"
He recited extremely fast, perfectly showcasing the rap talent of a Black person, every sentence hitting the nail on the head, directly dissing the vengeful demon to the point of being red-hot.
"You're not allowed to talk about my wife like that!!"
The vengeful demon's eyes turned bloodshot, and towering flames erupted from its body, sweeping towards the horde of monsters with scorching heat.
Any monster that came into contact with the flames was instantly burned to ashes, clearing out an area of airspace in the blink of an eye.
Death Shooter was overjoyed and was about to offer some praise when he sensed something was wrong.
The flames on the vengeful demon showed no signs of abating; on the contrary, they burned even brighter.
Even his flesh gradually melted away under the high temperature, revealing a human skeleton, which in the blink of an eye grew into a fire giant more than three meters tall, with its empty eye sockets burning with flames, looking down at the Death Archer.
Vengeful Demon: (。皿。#)
Death Shooter: (°——)
Is it still possible to reconcile now?