Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

"Bang... bang... bang..."

The vibration became more and more intense.

"what's the situation?!"

"earthquake?"

"Idiot! We have been invaded! Sound the alarm! Everyone, prepare for battle!" The guard captain cursed angrily, grabbed his gun and shouted at his subordinates, "Fake... I knew damn sure these guys were sure They’re going to find someone to rob the prison! Contact those idiots at the GCPD! Turn on the damn Bat Searchlight! We need Batman’s help!”

In the top-floor office of Black Gate Prison, a somewhat obese African-American aunt was watching everything in front of her with cold eyes.

"Ms. Amanda! It's dangerous here!" The office door was knocked open instantly, and the guard captain said solemnly, "The armed helicopter is ready, please get out of here quickly!"

"I'm not going anywhere, Flagg." Amanda Waller looked down at the messy scene below through the floor-to-ceiling windows made of bulletproof glass expressionlessly. "Blackgate Prison must not be lost. We can't count on it." Those masked vigilantes, we have to find a way to save ourselves.”

"Get Floyd out and give him his equipment."

"Floyd Lawton? Are you crazy?! That guy was finally captured by Batman!" Major Rick Flag frowned, "That guy is not a fuel-saving lamp! You are still planning your That crazy plan?! Waller!”

"This is the only way. If the people under your hands can do better, the American government will not allow me to carry out that plan." Amanda sat calmly on her chair, picked up the coffee and took a sip, "F Lloyd's got a tiny bomb implanted in the back of his neck and he's going to have to do what I say, so you better hurry up."

"Damn it..." Major Flagg suppressed his anger, turned around and walked out the door, "You actually want to use criminals... It's simply unreasonable!"

However, obeying orders is the bounden duty of soldiers.

Just when Blackgate Prison was surrounded by a large number of mercenaries with unknown origins, Major Flagg led a guard to a cell.

"Floyd Lawton, it's time to get to work." Major Flagg said coldly.

In the cell, an African-American man was lying on the bed, too lazy to move: "What kind of work?"

"Black Gate Island is being invaded." Major Flagg motioned to the guard beside him to drop the box in his hand. "If you still want to see your son, just be honest with me. I have brought you your equipment." coming."

"Ah...it's this rhetoric again." Floyd sneered and turned over, revealing his face that looked exactly like Will Smith, "Okay...who let my life be in your hands?" Where is it?"

"Tell Amanda for me that she won't be short of any compensation she deserves, otherwise I will definitely hit her in the head before the bomb detonates. You know I can do it..."

"Also, when I'm on a mission, call me by my code name."

"Well... I wish you a happy hunting, Mr. Deathshooter." Major Flagg sneered and said slowly.

Floyd Lawton, codenamed "Deathshooter," is a well-known mercenary and professional killer. He is known as "the deadliest shooter in the world" and "the most accurate marksman on the planet." His use of firearms is superb, and he can use bullets to bounce back when shooting to accurately hit the target without even aiming.

At the same time, he is also one of the participants in Amanda Waller's "Task Force X Plan", and the other name of that plan is probably more familiar to everyone...

Suicide Squad.

Floyd opened the somewhat heavy box on the ground. Inside was a black tactical uniform and a bunch of gun accessories. When he finished wearing it, he used the gun accessories to assemble a large Tactical sniper rifle.

"Watch my 'neighbor', Major." Deadshot said. "After all, my mission is only to resist the intruders. If they escape, I will not take responsibility."

Before Flagg could reply, Deadshot had already rushed towards the top floor of Black Gate Prison with his weapon in hand, which would be a good sniper spot.

Flagg didn't see the corners of Deadshot's mouth rising as he ran.

Everything is being executed according to that person's plan.

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On the first floor, in the VIP room of prisoner Waylon Jones, the guard at the door fell to the ground instantly after a slight gunshot, and the door was gently pushed open.

"I thought Roman was asleep." Waylon looked at the visitor with a cold smile.

"Please wait." The man expressionlessly took out a strange-looking key from his pocket, walked up to Waylon, and inserted it directly into the collar around Waylon's neck.

"laugh……"

The collar was instantly untied, and Waylon's skin began to change instantly. Pieces of sharp cuticles crawled onto Waylon Jones's skin like scales, and his body gradually became stronger. In less than four or five seconds, , then transformed into a huge creature, like...a humanoid crocodile.

Killer Croc.

The man in a suit who came to liberate him automatically approached the wall on the side and said without any emotion: "Your Excellency Black Mask asked me to tell you that the party has begun."

"Very good..." Killer Crocodile grinned a wild smile in a very humane manner, "I can't wait to tear something apart..."

At the same time, civil strife broke out on all floors of Black Gate Prison almost at the same time. Many guards opened the nearest cell with blank eyes, and countless criminals in prison uniforms began to pour out, without being controlled. The guard was shot in the head by his companion before he could react.

For a moment, the demons danced wildly!

Deep in the Black Gate Prison, a man in a suit and ties was stroking the black skull mask on his face and sneered. Next to him was a whole team of guards, who were surrounding him and leaving his cell.

"Thank you for the hospitality... but I have been a guest for too long." Roman Sionis tapped his temple and whispered softly, "Let our friends out. As for the guards..."

"Kill them all."