What bad intentions could Batman have?

"No! Why is this happening!"

The Plant Master couldn't believe it. He grabbed the green mucus and threw it against the wall in a rage, like a large green snot.

"Project result, failure." Professor Goldblum wrote and drew on the draft paper: "Target death."

"Why is this happening?" The Plant Master turned his eyes to him. Even though he had a wooden face, he could still see how angry he was: "He is a liar. He didn't try his best at all!"

Professor Goldblum flashed a pair of green eyes and faced the Plant Master's accusation blankly.

The plant master quickly turned his anger to Poison Ivy: "Your hypnotic kiss doesn't work at all!"

Ivy sighed: "Calm down, Jason! He is still under our control."

She turned to the professor and said: "Harold, tell us what caused it?"

Professor Goldblum's eyes flashed green, and then replied: "This is a very complex azeotropic mixture. The virus conversion formula works well, but it's just on paper. There are almost millions of variables that can cause the process to fail."

"Then try to guess, meat bun!"

"Well, guessing is not scientific." Professor Goldblum pushed his glasses: "But I suspect it has something to do with something we have been using. The old swamp water used for our experiments comes from the Massacre Swamp. This won't work. What we need is regular biological nutrients and chemicals. Water should be taken from regular places, places that can create swamp monsters-"

"Wainwright Swamp in Louisiana."

"Oh, my God, my ass hurts." Poison Ivy said.

"No, Pamela, didn't you notice? This is perfect." The plant master said, his eyes flashing with fanaticism. "This river flows directly into the Gulf of Mexico. The water in the Gulf of Mexico can carry the virus to the Atlantic Ocean, and then to the whole world." He turned around: "Those corrupt and death-filled monsters will never be able to destroy the green of all things. The incompetent and dirty red of all things will completely surrender to our feet." "Even without the help of the swamp monster, we can drive those dirty things back to the corner where they should go. This planet will be protected by the great green!" He circled on the map: "The rescue plan for Mother Earth will start from here." ... ... ... ... ... As for who will be the leader, Death Shooter doesn't care. Since his daughter was promised the admission letter, he has been a bit of a scumbag. No matter what the employer says, I will just say "Yes!" Anyway, you have money, what you say is what it is. So he said, "Okay, then..."

"Employer, I don't think we need a so-called team leader..."

The Count of Dizziness was interrupted by the employer's voice from the recorder before he finished speaking.

"You can make a decision after seeing this leader, and this leader will be in this room soon."

The voice of the recorder became more hoarse, mixed with some harsh metal sounds, as if it was interfered by some electromagnetic field, making a low and hoarse groan.

"And I think when you really see this leader, you will never object to him taking this position, because I think he is a person you are very familiar with, a real old friend."

Death Shooter had an awkward feeling. He didn't know where this feeling came from, he just felt a little creepy, as if he was being stared at by something that was not human.

Ms. Vic looked at the Cheshire Cat inexplicably, opened her mouth to ask something, but faced with the calm smiling mask, she finally closed her mouth.

The Cheshire Cat seemed to not care at all what they were discussing, her eyes were fixed on the dog in the hands of the dog welder.

The dog welder gave her a "want to touch it?" gesture, so she happily went to pet the dead dog.

Knock, knock, knock!

There was a knock on the door, and Deadshot stood up, feeling more and more uneasy.

There was something outside the door.

"Come in!"

Count Dizzy said loudly.

A stimulating sense of danger came over him, and he felt his hair stand on end.

Ms. Vick also stood up.

"I'm coming in."

Click.

First a shoe.

A special one-piece shoe for tights.

Then came gray tights, a pure black cape, a pair of pointed ears and a mask.

"Batman!"

Deadshot jumped up from the table, but Batman's action prevented the bullet from his gun from being fired.

When he saw Batman, he took a walkie-talkie and said, "I've already told you that I have arranged a leader with enough influence and strength for you. You will like this leader."

Death Shooter saw Batman's pointed ears facing him. In the recorder on the table, Batman's voice was broadcasting synchronously, layer upon layer, like a nightmare echoing in a dark well.

He heard Batman say, "Because this leader is me."

Chen Tao once thought about whether he should disclose his identity as the employer behind the scenes at this time.

He could have quietly hidden behind the scenes like before, becoming a beautiful behind-the-scenes mastermind - and then, what?

Soldiers have no fighting spirit and only want to escape. No coordination, a mess. Disobeying orders and attacking at will?

It has to be admitted that the current Suicide Squad lacks a strong soul figure, a backbone that can bring everyone together.

In the original history, the captain of the Suicide Squad was Rick Flagg, who conquered this group of unruly mercenaries with his noble character and led them to complete one mission after another.

But Chen Tao's men do not have a leadership character like Captain Rick.

Deadshot undoubtedly has this talent. In the history of the Suicide Squad, he has the most records of serving as captain besides Rick. But now he is just a loner who has been alone for many years, not the leader who has been trained in the Suicide Squad for several years.

Nightwing is also possible. As the first generation Robin, he is not used to fighting alone like Batman. When he was Robin, he had experience leading the Titans.

But according to Alfred's intelligence, Dick and the Titans team he led were fighting with Deathstroke at this time, which was why Chen Tao could not recall Nightwing or hire Deathstroke.

Chen Tao did not want someone to tell them in the middle of a fight: Batman is looking for you/an employer is looking for you.

So they put down their work to take the task, and were shocked to find that their enemies had become teammates.

Therefore...

Moreover, Chen Tao could turn into a big dinosaur anyway, and he had basic combat power, and he could also turn into a bat car. Even if he couldn't beat him, he would definitely run faster than others when he turned into a car. That was enough.

In any case, his life safety could at least be guaranteed. If he still didn't dare to go to the scene in person, it would not be hiding, but cowardice.

Chen Tao walked into the room and swept his eyes over the four people in the room.

Deadshot, Earl Vertigo, Cheshire Cat, um, everyone is here.

Wait.

?

Chen Tao stared at the dog welder: "Who are you? Isn't the person I hired a mad dog?"