End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Alfred recognized Russell's ability very much, because he had defeated his master Bruce Wayne.

In Gotham City, there are quite a few people who make Batman feel bad for the first time. Under normal circumstances, after Batman is familiar with the routine, he can come up with a few plans and add some small equipment to get the place back and easily teach the other party how to behave. .

But there are not many people who can make Batman hold his breath, build his armor behind closed doors at home, and explode his liver for several nights in a row.

Without exception, this kind of people are all top experts. Sneaking into the Arkham Asylum and avoiding the heavy blockade is as easy as eating and drinking.

Alfred was even more satisfied when he found out that Russell's target was the intensive treatment building. In this way, he didn't have to contact the informant, and the latter could avoid being exposed and continue to lurk inside the enemy.

This wave is stable!

Russell recognized the Suicide Squad's ability very much, because he had read the script, and the anti-hero squad that could produce an independent movie would not be far behind in strength.

At the very least, sneaking into a lunatic asylum should not be a big problem.

It doesn't matter if it is exposed, it just helps him attract a wave of firepower and squeeze out the remaining value.

This wave is stable!

The Suicide Squad recognizes their abilities very much. Maybe their teammates are a bunch of scammers, and they have to guard against stabbing them in the back during the battle, but they are all experienced veterans in lurking and assassination.

This wave is stable!

...

Fifteen minutes later, the six members of the suicide squad came to the building of the Intensive Treatment Department. Outside the building was an open place for exercising. Searchlights were lit on the four tall towers, and guards with live ammunition were on duty.

In addition, Arkham has a team of armed guards on standby at all times. Once intruders or suspicious elements are found, they will rush to the scene within three minutes.

This is the information of Harley Harley, because the current Arkham has undergone a major shake-up, and the information has fallen behind and is no longer accurate.

After some discussion, they decided to divide into two groups, one at a time, and restrain the armed guards in other areas.

The Shark King is invulnerable, and he is the best bait, because his brain is not working, so Louis the Frost Killer is in charge of directing his actions and cooling him down when necessary.

The black spider walks as an extra head!

Deadshot, Boomerang Captain George, and Harry will evacuate immediately after they succeed. The six discuss and decide to meet at the Penguin's bar.

"That's the plan. If there is no doubt, I will shoot down the guards of the tower, and the three of you will make noise to lure the target away." After Deadshot finished speaking, seeing no objections, he held his breath and began to act.

Draw the gun, aim, and the movements are smooth and smooth, all in one go!

boom! ! !

There was a loud noise, and an orange-red fireball exploded in the open space of the wind farm, and the shock wave hit. George fell to the ground, looked at Deadshot beside him, and exclaimed, "What kind of gun is this? It's so powerful."

Deadshot was silent for three seconds: "Don't be stupid, I haven't fired yet!"

boom! boom! boom!

There were three more explosions in a row, and hearing the harsh siren, Deadshot and George instantly realized that someone had invaded the Arkham Asylum, and they also used decoy tactics.

The only difference is that in the opponent's plan,

The six of them are bait.

"Deathshooter, you may not believe me when I tell you. I probably guessed who tricked us."

"Obvious things, but the death knell underestimates us too much. As long as we don't show up on our stomachs, we won't be used by him."

After the death shot's voice fell, Shark King jumped up on the spot, yelled a few times, turned into a humanoid tank and rampaged in the wind field, then smashed through a wall, and rushed towards the distance.

King Shark: Run when you hear the sound, it's a very simple plan, don't worry leave it to me!

"..."x5

Gunshots sounded in the ear, and a figure with a gun approached not far away. Almost the whole of Arkham moved into action. Deadshot and the others cursed and stood up, chasing the mindless Shark King.

"Perfect cover, as expected of a professional, I will look for you next time... Well, if there is a next time."

Russell dodged into the darkness, quickly walked to the intensive treatment department, and successfully sneaked into the building with the help of the suicide squad.

Thirty seconds later, Alfred completed the infiltration according to the long distance, opened the claw gun and entered the open corridor window on the fourth floor.

Boom!

The posture of turning over and landing was perfect, but the next second, he was knocked down by a punch.

Russell held down Alfred's head, pressed his whole body to the ground, and said with a sneer, "Little thief, it's fine to pretend to be Batman, but you actually use me to find the way, you are so despicable!"

I'm mean, so what are you?

"Death... death knell, we... are our own people..."

Alfred didn't have Bruce's strong physique, his chest was squeezed and he couldn't breathe, and it was exhausting to say a few words.

"Hey, whoever is your own person."

Russell punched down and knocked the pointed ears on the bat helmet: "Tell me, where did you get the bat suit from?"

"I do it by myself."

"hehe!"

For this kind of bastard who brags, beeps, and doesn't write drafts, and doesn't cry when he sees the coffin, Russell has always been ruthless, punching him a few times, and knocking him unconscious.

He glanced to the left and right, found an empty private room, and threw it into it.

"I have to tell Bruce about this. I helped him maintain the copyright of Batman to prevent someone from using his portrait to misbehave. The labor cost is rounded up to 100 million, which is not too much!"

Russell walked through the corridors, and most of the single rooms he passed were sick patients with weak breathing. He didn't know that these people used to be Arkham's guards and medical staff, but he could guess that most of them were good people who were captured. .

Russell did not release them, and until the chaos in Gotham stabilized, staying in a single room would keep them safe.

At the end of the corridor, the iron door of the intensive care unit was violently pried open. Bruce, who was paralyzed on the bed, opened his eyes, his eyes flickered, and said in a deep voice, "Ah Fu, is that you?"

No one answered, Bruce turned his head with difficulty, and saw Russell in Deathstroke armor head-on.

On the red and black armor, covered with black gunpowder smoke, there are more depressions that have been hit hard, and there are even a few bullet holes, as if they have just walked off the battlefield.

For a moment, Bruce's rock-solid cold heart was actually shaken by an emotion called moving.

"Death knell, I never thought that the person who came to save me would be you!"

"That said, who else can you count on besides me?" Russell chuckled, and cut off Bruce's straitjacket with two swishes.

Bruce put his hands up and sat on the hospital bed: "How is the situation in Gotham now, did you meet a clown when you came in?"

"I should be asking this question. You disappointed me so much. Gotham changed drastically within a short while after I went out, but you fell asleep leisurely in the ward."

Russell shook his head and sneered: "Batman, you have failed this city!"

"..."

Bruce didn't want to explain anything. The pain of a broken bone made him a warning, and he swore that he would never fall into a trap again next time.

"Let's go, it's time for the bats to come out at night, what are you still doing in bed?"

"I hurt my spine..."

"What!?"

Russell retreated from the door with a dazed expression, and looked up and down at the slightly slumped Bruce in front of him: "Fuck, are you broken? Did Bane do it?"

Bruce nodded: "Since you know Bain, you must have investigated the things in the city..."

This is really not the case!

Russell didn't do the research, but the Gotham City travel guide is very clear, find Bane for bone-setting massage, and Batman's strong recommendation and praise.

"Death knell, Gotham City is handed over to you this time, don't you want to prove that you are a superhero?"

The dejected look on Bruce's face was swept away, and he said seriously: "My body is no longer able to participate in the battle, but I can provide you with intelligence assistance, so that you..."

"no need!"

Russell waved his hand: "A few rotten sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs, I don't pay attention to them at all, no matter if they fight alone or in groups, it's over for Mang."

"Well, I'm afraid not!"

"Because of a dirty bomb?"

"Not a dirty bomb, but..."

Bruce showed embarrassment on his face, and coughed lightly: "I fought against you some time ago, and made a set of bat suits specially restrained you. En stole it."

"..."

Russell was shocked, not because of Bruce's hands-on ability, but because of the 'death knell armor' being snatched away by Bane.

According to his original plan, Batman finished changing his costume with confidence, and was brutally abused by him again after the fight, and took a photo to commemorate it. Now, Bane took away the 'Anti-Death Knell Armor', and his happiness was cut in half.

Russell lost his mind, and the plan didn't change quickly. Suddenly, a Bane jumped out to help Batman prevent disasters. Who can explain this.

"Sorry, I... made the battle armor... it is ready to be sealed."

Bruce didn't know what to say for a while. He understood Russell's current mood. The gap between trust and betrayal was too great, and it could instantly break a person's will.

He was also easily defeated by Bain because he was betrayed and lost his mind.

Russell sighed: "Oh, forget it, it's just a set of battle armor... I will work hard, it should be fine."

"No, the technology of the battle armor is very mature, no matter how hard you try, I'm afraid..." Bruce said halfway, but the meaning has already arrived.

It's not that I, Batman, look down on you. The battle armor I made by myself can hit you just like hitting your son, and you can fight as you want.

Russell said unhappily: "Since the armor you made is so awesome, what assistance can you provide me? Can you make another set of anti-anti-death knell armor?"

"I can provide information. My butler Afu was not caught. He is very good at collecting information." Bruce said confidently: "You don't have to use fists to fight. You can also defeat the enemy by analyzing weaknesses based on intelligence and formulating targeted tactics. enemy."

"I'm not good at what you said, don't worry about it, I want you to move before I talk."

Russell put his hand on Batman's shoulder. He didn't expect that when he pulled off the restraint suit, he saw the oversized diaper, and the bed sheet was still wet.

Russell:!!(??''????)??

Bruce didn't change his face: "The clown's tricks are deliberately used to disgust me. It's very bad, isn't it?"

"Clown! Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure!"

(o???????)

Russell smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. For me, and for the majority of netizens, the truth is sometimes not important. What we want is the explosive point."

Bruce's heart trembled, with an ominous premonition, thinking of Sergeant Gordon of the police station: "You...what are you doing, calm down, this is not a fun thing."

"hehe!"

Russell didn't say anything, and sat Bruce against the wall, highlighting the diapers and the world map on the bed sheet, and took out the digital camera from behind.

"Smile!"

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