Chapter 721 Russell didn't speak, just took out the camera
Alfred recognized Russell's ability very much because he defeated his master Bruce Wayne.
In Gotham City, there are many people who frustrate Batman during their first encounter. Normally, after Batman is familiar with the routine, he can come up with a few plans and add some small equipment to regain the situation and easily teach the opponent how to behave.
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But there are not many people who can make Batman hold his breath, build armor behind closed doors at home, and have a violent liver attack for several nights in a row.
Without exception, these people are all top-notch masters. Sneaking into Arkham Asylum and avoiding numerous blockades is as easy as eating and drinking.
Alfred was even more satisfied when he discovered that Russell's goal was to strengthen the treatment building. This way, he would not have to contact the informant, and the latter could avoid being exposed and continue to lurk within the enemy.
This wave is stable!
Russell fully recognized the Suicide Squad's capabilities because he had read the script and it would be a great anti-hero squad to produce an independent movie.
At the very least, sneaking into a lunatic asylum shouldn't be a big problem.
It doesn't matter if it's 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 experienced veterans in such dark jobs as lurking and assassination.
This wave is stable!
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Fifteen minutes later, the six members of the suicide squad arrived at the building of the Intensive Treatment Department. Outside the building was an open outdoor space, with four tall towers lighting up the searchlights, and armed guards on duty.
In addition, Arkham also has a team of armed guards on standby. Once an intruder or suspicious person is discovered, they will rush to the scene within three minutes.
This is Harley Quinn's information. Because of the current overhaul of Arkham, the information has fallen behind and is no longer accurate.
After some discussion, they decided to divide into two groups and attack in the east and west to contain the armed guards in other areas.
King Shark is invulnerable and is the best bait. Because his brain is not working well, Killer Frost Louis is responsible for directing his actions and cooling him down when necessary.
Black Spider comes as a companion!
Deadshot, Captain Boomerang George, and Harley will evacuate immediately after they get it. The six people discussed and decided to meet at Penguin's bar.
"This is the plan. If there is no doubt, I will shoot down the guard in the tower, and the three of you will make noise to lure the target away." After Deadshot finished speaking, seeing that there was no objection, he held his breath and started to act.
Draw the gun, aim, and move smoothly, all in one go!
boom!!!
There was a loud noise, and an orange-red fireball exploded in the open space of the wind farm. The shock wave hit. George flew to the ground, looked at Deadshot next to 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 after hearing the piercing sirens, Deadshot and George instantly realized that someone had invaded Arkham Asylum and also used decoy tactics.
The only difference is that in the opponent's plan, the six of them are bait.
"Death Shooter, you may not believe it, but I can probably guess who tricked us."
"Obvious thing, but Deathstroke underestimates us. As long as we lie down and don't show up, we won't be used by him."
After Deadshot finished speaking, King Shark jumped up on the spot, roared a few times, turned into a humanoid tank and ran rampant in the wind field, then smashed through a wall and rushed towards the distance.
King Shark: Run when you hear the noise. It’s a simple plan. Don’t worry, leave it to me!
"..."x5
Gunshots rang in the ears, and a figure with a gun approached not far away. Almost the entire Arkham took action. The Deadshots stood up and cursed, and chased the brainless King Shark.
"Perfect cover, you are indeed a professional. I will come to you next time...well, if there is a next time."
Russell dodged into the darkness, quickly came to the intensive treatment department, and with the help of the Suicide Squad, successfully sneaked into the building.
Thirty seconds later, Alfred followed the long route to complete the infiltration, opened the grapple gun and entered the open corridor window on the fourth floor.
Bang!
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 sneered: "You little thief, you just pretend to be Batman, but you actually use me to explore the way, you are so despicable!"
I'm mean, so what are you?
"Mourning...Mourning 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 took him a long time to speak two sentences.
"Bah, who is one of your own?"
Russell punched him down, knocking off the pointed ears on the bat helmet: "Tell me, where did you get the bat suit from?"
"I do it by myself."
"hehe!"
Russell was always ruthless towards this kind of bastard who would brag and not write a draft, and not shed tears until he saw the coffin. Russell would knock him unconscious with a few punches.
He glanced to the left and right, found an empty single room, and threw it in.
"I have to talk to Bruce about this. I helped him maintain Batman's copyright to prevent anyone from using his image to do anything wrong. The labor cost is rounded up to 100 million, but it's not excessive!"
Russell walked through the corridor, and in the single rooms he passed along the way, most of them were sick patients with weak breaths. He didn't know that these people were guards and medical staff in Arkham before, but he also guessed that most of them were good people who were captured. .
Russell did not release them. Until the chaos in Gotham stabilized, they would be safer if they continued to live in single rooms.
At the end of the corridor, the iron door of the intensive care unit was violently opened. Bruce, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "Afu, is that you?"
When no one answered, Bruce turned his head with difficulty and saw Russell wearing the Deathstroke Armor.
The red and black armor was covered with black smoke, and there were many dents from heavy blows, and even a few bullet holes, as if it had just stepped off the battlefield.
For a moment, Bruce's rock-solid cold heart was shaken by an emotion called being moved.
"Death Knell, I didn't expect that the person who came to save me would be you!"
"That being said, besides me, who else can you count on?" Russell chuckled and cut off Bruce's uniform with two swishes.
Bruce propped up his hands and sat on the hospital bed: "What's the situation in Gotham now? Did you meet the Joker when you came in?"
"I should be the one to ask this. You let me down so much. Not long after I went out, Gotham changed drastically, but you were sleeping 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 broken bones made him a warning, and he swore that he would never fall into a trap next time.
"Let's go. At night, the bats are about to go out. Why are you still staying in bed?"
"I'm injured, my spine..."
"What!?"
Russell stepped back from the door with a confused look on his face, looking up and down at the slightly dejected Bruce: "Damn it, you broke it? Did Bain do it?"
Bruce nodded: "Since you know Bain, you must have done some research on things in the city..."
This is really not the case!
Russell has not done any research, but the Gotham City tourist guide clearly states that for orthopedic massage, go to Bane, and it is highly recommended and praised by Batman.
"Deathstroke, 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 disappeared 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!"
Russell waved his hand: "I don't care about a few stinky sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs at all. No matter if they are singled out or fighting in groups, they will be done with it."
"Uh, I'm afraid not!"
"Because of dirty bombs?"
"It's not a dirty bomb, it's..."
Bruce looked embarrassed, coughed slightly and said: "I fought with you some time ago and made a set of bat suits specifically to restrain you. I named it the 'Anti-Death Knell Armor'. It has been used by Bei
En snatched it away."
"..."
Russell looked shocked, not because of Bruce's hands-on ability, but because he was shocked that the Deathstroke Armor was snatched away by Bane.
According to his original plan, Batman changed his costume with confidence. After the fight, he was beaten to death again and took pictures. Now, Bane took away the "Anti-Deathstroke Armor", and his happiness was directly reduced.
half.
Russell was devastated and his plan didn't change quickly. Bane suddenly jumped out to help Batman ward off disaster. Who could he ask to explain this?
"I'm sorry, I...the armor was made...to be sealed."
Bruce didn't know what to say for a moment. He understood Russell's current mood. The gap between trust and betrayal was so big that it could instantly break a person's will.
He was easily defeated by Bain because he suffered betrayal and lost his mind.
Russell sighed: "Oh, forget it, it's just a suit of armor... I'll work hard, it should be fine."
"No, the technology of the armor is very mature. No matter how hard you try, I'm afraid..." Bruce was half-sentence, but the meaning had already been reached.
It's not that I, Batman, look down on you. I made the armor myself. I'll beat you just like I beat my son. I can beat you however I want.
Russell said angrily: "Since the armor you made is so awesome, what other assistance can you provide me? Can you make another set of anti-anti-Deathstroke armor?"
"I can provide intelligence. My butler Afu has not been caught. He is very good at collecting intelligence." Bruce said confidently: "You don't have to use fists to fight. You can defeat the enemy by analyzing your weaknesses based on the intelligence and formulating targeted tactics."
enemy."
"I'm not good at what you're talking about. I don't care. I want you to move first."
Russell raised his hand and put it on Batman's shoulder. Unexpectedly, as soon as he pulled off the uniform, he saw an extra-large diaper, and the sheet was still wet.
Russell:!!(??''????)??
Bruce remained calm: "The clown's tricks are deliberately used to disgust me. It's very bad, isn't it?"
"Joker! Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure!"
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Russell smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. To me, and to the majority of netizens, the truth is sometimes not important. What we want is the hot spots."
Bruce's heart trembled, with an ominous premonition, and he thought of Chief Gordon of the police station: "You... what are you doing, calm down, this is not a fun thing."
"hehe!"
Russell didn't say anything. He sat Bruce against the wall, highlighted the diapers and the world map on the sheets, and took out the digital camera from behind.