The Sky Eye Meeting, somewhere outside the base.

"Do you understand how disappointing this is?" Victor Sage stood in the middle of the empty parking lot, roaring at his phone with his throat.

On the other end of the phone, an old man with half-white hair sat at a high-end desk, folded his hands in front of him and said slowly: "I know you are very dissatisfied, Vic, but listen..."

"I am very fortunate, Minister, but I'm tired of listening!" Victor's shout came from the phone that pressed the hands-free button.

"Vic, I got a call from the President about approving you to have the right to detonate permission, but I'm going to tell you the truth, I'm really not happy that there are too many people who know about it."

"Then transfer it to me."

"I don't think you understand yet." The old minister said slowly, "You don't know how big the whole project is. I'll just say that - it requires calling a lawyer from an army, and the twists and turns of the process are beyond your imagination. So it's impossible to just say that the transfer of the right to detonate the permission."

“This is simply unreasonable.”

“But that’s how to do it.”

Victor frowned and was silent for a moment, and said, "Forget it, then these things will be over. Next I will find a way."

Sinkalilan, inside the facility where the dead shot was detained.

A large number of soldiers and huge red mechas were thrown into the battle, and the dark smoke covered half of the sky, and guns and shouts of killing almost stopped for a second. Generally speaking, such a situation should appear on the front-line battlefield where the two armies confront each other, rather than fighting a single-handed armored guy.

Just as Eric bravely attracted almost all the attention of the entire base with his own strength, the real action was secretly unfolding. Black Manta, Halle and Deadpool entered along the ventilation ducts one after another and had quietly crept into the interior. Of course, he encountered some guards left along the way, but for these three people, it was simply ignored, and no one even had time to sound the alarm throughout the process.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the bomb exploded and deformed the thick iron gate in the waist and fell to the ground dullly. The three of them entered the dim room one after another. The only old chandelier in the room finally seemed to have been affected by the explosion and extinguished. The shooting was tied to a standing bed board half-deadly, as if it was so angry.

Halle whistled and ran forward: "Look at what I found! The treasure of our trip!"

He opened his eyelids with difficulty: "You... are you here for me?"

"No need to thank you," Deadpool waved his hand repeatedly. "But if you have to thank you, just send me the CD you have collected for many years."

He cried and laughed dryly, as if he had recovered a little vitality.

Several people squirted and loosened their ties, but now he was as soft as his bones were pulled away, and it was almost impossible to stand up. Manta and Harley were carrying him out from left to right, while Deadpool was responsible for opening the way in front, and the way was smooth.

He rushed out of the base again, and there was a lot of war outside. Several huge mechas were broken by Eric, and their hands and feet were broken. Electricity and black smoke were leaping from the exposed circuit board on his chest. The soldiers shouted local languages ​​with accents, and used machine guns and cannons to pour firepower into a certain center, but it was useless. Eric, who switched to super mode, was like an independent shell rushing left and right in the enemy formation, as if he was entering a no-man.

"That kid really has two brushes." Black Manta looked at the afterimage, and couldn't help but talk to himself.

"Hey!" Halle shouted at Eric in a trumpet, "Retreat!"

"Hey, Harley, just say it in the communication." Black Manta scolded, "Are you afraid that others won't see us?"

But in fact, he was also worried. At this moment, there was already a lot of fighting outside the base. Everyone's attention was all in the middle of the fierce battle with Eric. No one noticed them at all. Even the sound of Harley's shouting was buried in the sound of artillery fire, like a rock sinking into the sea, and no one heard it at all.

In fact, the battle outside is coming to an end. What the team didn't know before the raid was that most of the combat power in this facility had been transferred because Sinkalilan had recently denied the existence of their "Red Plan" project to other countries. What is left now is only a small part of the combat power to deal with the emergency. In just a short while, Eric had dismantled all the chariots and mechas on the field with his own strength.

The last mecha fell to the ground, and it seemed to announce the end of the battle. Eric finally stopped and got the opportunity to breathe.

"It's pretty good, boy." When the other people came up, Black Manta said, "I will report your heroic performance when I go back."

But Eric didn't care about this, but turned directly to the death shooter who was put on the shoulders of both of them: "How is Lawton?"

"I'm still alive." Death Sho said weakly, "I just want to leave this broken place now and find a bed to lie down... But thank you for coming to me, I think you must have left."

"You have to thank this guy." Black Manta glanced at Eric, "He insisted on taking you with him."

At this moment, another person's voice rang out from behind everyone: "I'm so glad you take the title of Suicide Squad so seriously."

When the few people turned around, they saw a guy wearing black exoskeleton armor appearing in front of them, painted in black and yellow facial armor, the one-eyed eye on the facial armor, and the two swords on their backs made them unable to help but think of someone who was in the middle of the team not long ago.

"Death knell?" Black Manta asked uncertainly.

"It's that bastard." Death Shot said, gritting his teeth, "He has been betrayed and now he is working for our enemies. I guess that armor must be a gift."

"Sred?" Deadpool was stunned, "But... why?"

"This is for granted." Death Killing said coldly, "From the beginning, we have only acted on individuals at the center. There is no team at all, and of course there is no betrayal at all. And what has changed for me now is that the price offered by the other party is higher, that's all."

After a pause, he deliberately glanced at Deadpool and emphasized: "By the way... they have more vacant positions, they need enough people to complete various tasks, and the reward is absolutely generous."

Black Manta gritted his teeth: "You disgusting materialism... Wade!?"

Before he could finish speaking, Deadpool had already drawn his sword and put it on his neck.
Chapter completed!