[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

"That's a good question," Harley tapped her lips, her blond hair falling to her shoulders, red and blue ends brushing her collarbone as she moved, "if you'd like to take the mask off, show me yours." Face, maybe I'd like to tell you!"

"Aha," Jason grinned reluctantly, "You are very confident in my appearance, what if I am a peerless ugly man who needs a mask to maintain his self-esteem."

The psychiatrist whose real name is "Haileen Quizell" bounced towards Jason, and she twirled the guard's gun around her fingertips, pointing the muzzle at random.The negative staff slumped behind Jason curled up his limbs, wishing he could shrink himself into a small ball, praying that Jason could attract the madwoman's full attention.

The coolness climbed up the spine, just a Harley wouldn't make Jason feel so panicked, he had played against her many times when he was Robin.He couldn't admit that it was another possibility that made his blood run cold and his eyes dizzy.

Harley is Harley Quinn, the woman who accompanies the Joker.So, what about the clown?

Is he also on this ship?

In a blink of an eye, Harley was already standing in front of Jason. The smell of gunpowder mixed with tobacco made people unconsciously think of bars and the alleys of Gotham Days.Idlers squatted together next to the rubbish dump and extinguished their cigarette butts on the ground.

Pale fingers touched Jason's throat, and then went up, "Your body is beautiful, so your face is not bad either."

"Really?" Jason moved the corner of his mouth, and he held Harry's finger, "Are you going to try to take off my mask?"

He pressed that finger and nodded on his sharp jaw, "Would you like to see it for yourself?"

"It's so cute." Harley said, her upper body leaning on Jason, and her hand touched the edge of the electronic probe mask. "Just by feeling it with my hands, I know you must be a sweetheart."

The optical phantom began to flicker erratically, and the face hidden under it was about to appear in the blur.

"But I prefer to watch it myself."

The dagger on the inner layer of the little lunatic's clothes was held in the palm of his hand, and he took advantage of the opportunity of their upper bodies leaning together to directly plunge into Jason's waist and abdomen!

She was slightly stunned, the dagger in her hand didn't feel solid, but only narrowly separated a wound on her waist.

And a hand reached out and took away the gun that Harry was playing with at his fingertips.At the same time, both hands grabbed her right arm, the man's shoulder pressed against her chest, the whole person nestled into her arms, and fell over her shoulder!

Harry reacted sharply, his legs were two deadly strangulation vines, tightly wrapped around Jason's neck.Jason staggered to his knees as her weight dropped.Harley Quinn's two legs were clasped around Jason's neck like a lock, and her left and right ankles were clasped together, trying to block the oxygen to the brain.

The heavy muzzle of the gun gnawed on Harry's forehead, and he nodded roughly.Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to find a way to crack any ground joint skills after they are formed, but the premise is that you don't have a gun in your hand.

The legs let go, and Harry stretched his hands over his head, signaling that he was no longer capable of harm.Jason panted to relieve his short-term lack of oxygen just now.His finger on the trigger, "Where's the clown?"

Harry's eyes widened in surprise.Jason poked the barrel of the gun roughly on the woman's pale forehead, and said sharply, "I ask you, where is the clown?"

"Are you looking for 'pudding', little cake?" Harry ignored the muzzle of the gun on his forehead, with a weird grin on the corner of his mouth, "Oh, you know where he is, he likes Gotham, and black paint Bats tied together with painted old bats. I'm going to have to dig them all out of that dump one day before he can get another look at me."

"F-dam... stop talking nonsense." Jason was furious. "Where is he, what floor and room is he on this ship? Upstairs? Downstairs?"

"Oh, my little cake." Harry clicked his tongue, playing a playful tongue, "You are too radical. Think carefully, what is the use of Mr. J coming to this little broken ship, the cuties here have no Such an attraction."

"Don't fool me..."

Before the words were finished, the armor-piercing bullet shattered the mechanical gate. After experiencing heavy resistance, it still exploded and sparked behind Jason.A baseball bat was thrown in, and Harry took the bat covered with stickers, and slammed it on Jason's head, "Hit!"

Harry stepped on the limp Jason, and lifted his chin with a baseball bat, confirming that the person under his feet was not breathing.She looked at the gun in Jason's hand for a moment, and happily picked it up, "I'm going to put stickers on it that I like."

The man who gave Harry support just now walked in from the outside. He was wearing durable and precise armor, and the scope on the face armor was scarlet.A man named Floyd Lawton Jr. had a well-known underworld nickname, Deadshot.Many people think that he is the most accurate, top-notch and deadliest shooter in the world.

Deadshot glanced at Jason, who was lying on the side, "We are here to complete the mission, and we must act quickly before the Avengers notice the strangeness here."

"I haven't seen his face under the mask yet." Harry muttered, reaching into his chest, and took out a silver-gray USB flash drive.She inserted the USB flash drive into the interface and waited for the data about the biochemical experiment to be copied in.The dead shooter guarded her with guns.

"Little cake is scared crazy by pudding." Harry sat on the computer desk, stretching five fingers to admire his red and blue nail polish, the left hand is red and the right hand is blue, "He may be the only one in the world who doesn't know that I am now Those who work for the fat black woman." She wrinkled her nose dissatisfiedly, "I should ask her to add a coffee machine to my prison."

"Amanda Waller won't be happy to hear you call her that." Deadshot said flatly.

They've been around for a while, and most people in the street should know by now that Amanda has a bunch of super criminals doing her dirty work.The code name Suicide Squad is apt, because not everyone has a bomb hidden in their body.

Fortunately, at least she didn't simply want them to die, and the equipment for each operation was complete enough.The dead shooter's scope is very good. This electronic eye-like thing can detect the surrounding environment, which is far better than the human's own perception ability.Just like now, he sensed a change.

There were water waves, vibrations, and harsh squeaks, as if something was scratching the glass surface with a buckle.

The progress bar on the computer is halfway there.Harry tilted his head and looked at the pale yellow egg-shaped membrane in the incubator, "Is it moving?"

The staff huddled in the corner trembled, "Mr. Lauder, Mr. Lauder connected his heartbeat to the central system that controls the biochemical man. You killed him, you killed him!" He cried and covered his hands. Shut your head, "All the monsters here are about to wake up!"

In the fishy yellow sphere, vertical pupil and Harley looked at each other, and countless tiny brown veins spread in the sphere, like dry ground cracked by cracks.

The sharp claws pierced the membrane, and the viscous solution gushed out.The incubator crumbles to scrap metal at the stretch of a humanoid lizard monster!

The sound of howling like a baby caused a shock, and all the glass products in the room shattered.

Harry jumped off the computer desk and fired several shots at the lizard monster. The bullets rubbed sparks on the scales, but they couldn't penetrate this layer of defense.

The death shooter looked outside the door. The semi-destroyed mechanical door concealed the roaring scene of the biochemical man. The monsters who had been sleeping in the container stepped out of the container one after another and lost. The control of the central system rushed in the room, destroying what he saw. everything of.

Deadshot walked forward quickly, and picked up the trembling staff member, "Can the system here be re-adjusted?"

"It can't be done!" The staff said in a broken voice, "This is a self-destructing program, and the program has completely collapsed since Mr. Lauder's death."

The situation was far beyond his and Harry's control.Deadshot grabbed Harry, "We have to go."

As he spoke, he turned his head, and G-Lock spewed out flames, and the modified special bullets hit the scales of the lizard monster, spattering only traces of blood.

"No." Harry stopped in his tracks, reaching out to grab Deadshooter, "Waller won't let us go before we get the information."

The progress bar is still growing slowly, and it has not touched the bottom for a long time.And the lizard monster flicked its tail, and the glass shards were nailed to the computer desk and the ground like darts in the hands of a ninja.

"I draw its attention," said Deadshooter, his scoped eyes focused on the lizard monster.

Wait, wait, the moment the monster blinks!

On the ground full of cracks, an invisible abyss opened.As for G.L.O.K's muzzle, the bullet pierced through the wind and fire, pulling out long ballistic traces in the air, and directly collided with the eyes of the lizard monster!

Crackling, this is the sound of metal shell casings falling to the ground.

The lizard's eyes close with the upper and lower eyelids.The thick scales are gathered into a scale cover, with only a small round hole exposing the monster's pupil.

The dead shooter didn't bring death, the bullet got stuck in the scales, the monster blinked and fell to the ground.

The monster being attacked became fierce and waved its sharp claws. The fragments of the incubator flew out, and it was about to cut off half of the head of the staff hiding behind.The staff has already started to pray, he never believes in God, but at this time, should he rely on two super criminals to save himself?

Bang-dang--

Metal fell to the ground.The standing figure punched down on the flying metal fragments, stopping its movement in the most violent way.

"Wipe the baseball!" said a clear male voice, and he sneered, "Death shooter." He gritted his teeth and said the nickname, "I will nail you into the coffin I climbed out of, and put two thousand pounds on it soil."

The staff timidly opened their eyes, and the man who fell in front of him just now stood in front of him, the magnificent red ear fins trembled twice because of the excitement of the owner, and the fine scales dotted the side of the neck, like a brightly colored gem.

The man was talking to someone who wasn't there and he sounded guilty.

"You think too much. Mermaids can survive in the deep sea, so they won't be immune to bullets."

"This is not to underestimate the enemy, this is a disguise, it's just a disguise!"

"...coffin? What coffin? You heard it wrong."

The author has something to say: Hit: The pitcher throws the ball and the batter hits the ball into bounds and the defender makes no mistakes, and the batter hits the base safely, which is called a "hit".

Wipe baseball: A hit that reaches the catcher's glove quickly and directly after touching the bat and is caught is called "wipe baseball".

Why do you all think I'm going to hand out a knife?It's not TheJoker, it's me) (Kill the squad!

The monitoring side heard the mention that the barrel was out of breath: cardiac arrest.jpg

On the monitoring side, I heard that the barrel resumed breathing: the fist is hard.jpg

I'm considering whether to write another chapter tonight, it's better to finish the fight once