It is said that Amanda Waller is also the Director of a department called A.R.G.U.S.
It seems that whether it is the Marvel Universe or the DC Universe, there is always a slave-driving Director.
However, this Amanda Waller is much more ruthless than Nick Fury.
Nick Fury is at most dark-hearted and likes to set people up; back then, the Skrulls were fed empty promises by him and tricked into working for him as free labor for who knows how many years.
As for Amanda Waller, she is black from the inside out, and she is unscrupulous in achieving her goals.
Take the Suicide Squad under her command, for example; every member has a nano-bomb implanted in their body, and anyone who dares to disobey orders will be turned into fireworks on the spot.
She relies on this coercive method of directly controlling life and death to force a group of superpowered individuals and felons to perform dirty work that cannot see the light of day. Her conduct is simply more villainous than many villains.
Among all the pawns controlled by Amanda Waller, the strongest is Enchantress.
This is a purely supernatural entity that has mastered comprehensive magic abilities, including but not limited to teleportation, magic blasts, illusion creation, mind control, and so on.
All her skills are invested in magic, and her close-quarters combat ability is basically Zero, making her a mage build that has clearly gone astray.
Bruce said in a deep voice, "The anomalous entity attacking Midway City has energy fluctuation characteristics that highly match Enchantress; it is very likely that Enchantress is an accomplice of the other party."
"In addition, as far as I know, Enchantress has now broken free from Waller's control and is most likely also in Midway City. They are definitely plotting something by staying there, and we must act as soon as possible to stop them."
Just as he finished speaking, a system notification rang in Darian's mind.
[NPC Bruce Wayne has issued a new quest to you]
[Quest: Prelude to Invasion]
[Objective: Defeat Enchantress and Incubus, destroy the signal transmitter, and prevent the two from sending a summoning signal to Apokolips.]
[Reward: Settlement based on the player's final contribution.]
Apokolips? Darian was slightly stunned.
If he remembered correctly, Apokolips seemed to be the territory of the DC Universe's ultimate boss, the Dark Lord Darkseid.
That is a cosmic-level overlord who spans multiple galaxies, and his army is enough to easily trample most interstellar civilizations.
Darkseid himself is immensely powerful; in the comics, it is standard for him to wipe out the Justice League.
Moreover, the Darkseids in the multiverse are just fragments of his avatars; the true entity is still in a higher dimension.
Darian originally thought this was just an ordinary supernatural crisis, nothing more than some supervillain jumping out to destroy or conquer Earth as usual; he didn't expect it to involve the final boss, Darkseid, behind the scenes.
Looking at the quest description, it's not hard to guess that Enchantress and her accomplice, Incubus, are clearly trying to send real-time coordinates to Darkseid. Their purpose is obvious; it's definitely a "inviting the commander over" type of idea.
If the summoning signal were successfully sent out, once Darkseid locked onto Earth and led his army to descend, the entire Earth would probably be doomed.
Currently, most members of The Seven are still in their newbie phase, not even having left the newbie village. Letting them challenge the ultimate boss, Darkseid, would lead to a predictable outcome.
Darian said seriously for once, "You are right, we must stop them, otherwise my save file will be ruined."
If Darkseid really descended to Earth, he would have no choice but to sacrifice Barry and restart the save file for this server, though it would be a pity for the save file he worked so hard to play.
Bruce keenly captured the change in Darian's tone.
This guy definitely knows more inside information; the severity of this crisis is likely higher than he had estimated.
He added in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I notified Clark in advance, and he has already rushed to the scene. I believe there will be news soon."
Darian was instantly dumbfounded, "What the hell, you let Clark go over there?"
"Yes, in order to prevent the situation from escalating and causing more civilian casualties, I contacted him to rush to the scene immediately."
Bruce felt that Darian's reaction was a bit strange, "What's wrong? With Clark's strength, even if the opponent is not weak, he shouldn't encounter any danger, right?"
Darian's mouth twitched, "Normal enemies are fine, of course, but this time the enemy is a mage who is proficient in magic and can also perform mind control. This is a big problem. I think you'd better prepare the anti-Superman armor in advance."
Bruce: "?"
Midway City! It should have been noon, but the whole city was shrouded in an abnormal darkness.
The daylight seemed to be blocked by something, not even a ray of light could penetrate, and the entire city seemed to have fallen into the middle of the night prematurely.
The streets were a mess, the road surface was covered with cracks and rubble, the glass of shops along the street was shattered all over the ground, and many broken police cars and armed vehicles were parked crookedly on the side of the road, clearly having just experienced a fierce battle not long ago.
In the airspace on the outskirts of the city, two military transport planes were lowering their altitude, slowly approaching the city center.
Inside the cabin of one of the military transport planes, besides a group of fully armed soldiers, there were several strange people whose style was completely out of place with their surroundings.
They were the members of the Suicide Squad formed by Amanda Waller.
This group of people were all hardcore felons; the cumulative prison sentences of each person were enough for them to sit until the prison floor wore out and spend their later years in prison.
But Amanda Waller felt that they were all talents, and it would be a pity to just leave them like that, so she gave them a chance to make amends for their crimes. As long as they completed the mission for her, they could reduce their sentences proportionally.
To put it bluntly, it was just taking them to be cannon fodder.
As supervillains who love freedom and are unrestrained all their lives, they naturally refused to agree to such a request.
However, Amanda Waller never intended to rely on persuasion from the beginning; she directly implanted nano-bombs into everyone's bodies.
The power of this nano-bomb is extremely strong; even a physique as thick-skinned as Killer Croc's cannot withstand the power of the explosion.
Under coercion and inducement, these scoundrels could only obey on the surface, while actually harboring their own ulterior motives.
The members of this team are all extraordinary, namely Harley, Deadshot, Killer Croc, Captain Boomerang, and El Diablo.
In fact, they also had a team member with the code name Slipknot, but on the way here, he was tricked by Captain Boomerang into trying to jump off the plane to escape, and he met his end on the spot.
It was also thanks to this honest man's heroic sacrifice that the remaining members finally confirmed that the nano-bombs were not for show, and everyone became much more well-behaved.
Besides them, the team also included the soldier responsible for supervision, Colonel Rick Flag, and his bodyguard, Katana.
It was such a motley crew of people that formed the special operations team, ordered to come and solve the crisis in Midway City.
Harley Quinn clung to the porthole, looking at the churning dark clouds and chaotic lightning over the city center, and spoke in an exaggerated, drawn-out tone: "Are you sure this is something we can handle? I think you should go to Gotham and find that little bat; he is the professional in this regard."
"We cannot rely on those so-called Superheroes for everything." On the screen in front of everyone, Amanda Waller's cold and hard face appeared.
Deadshot Lawton leaned back in his chair and sneered, "So we have to rely on us scoundrels to help?" Several scoundrels nearby followed with undisguised laughter.
Rather than trusting those Superheroes, they would prefer to use them, a group of heinous felons; these government officials' style of doing things was still the same old way.
Amanda Waller didn't care about their laughter and said in a calm tone, "In any case, your task is to stop this crisis at all costs. If anyone dares not to cooperate, Colonel Flag will directly detonate the nano-bombs in your bodies."
"Fuck you!" Captain Boomerang raised two middle fingers to show friendliness.
Just then, the fuselage suddenly shook violently without warning, the red emergency lights on the cabin ceiling lit up instantly, and the ear-piercing siren resounded throughout the cabin.
"What's going on!?" Colonel Flag immediately steadied himself by holding the cabin wall and raised his hand to connect to the cockpit communication.
The transport pilot's voice came over, panicked: "Colonel! A large number of unidentified flying creatures have rushed out of the dark clouds and are repeatedly hitting the fuselage!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of dull, loud noises came one after another.
Outside the porthole, a dozen grey, deformed shadows flashed by. Those creatures had two pairs of wings of different sizes, mouths full of sharp teeth, and twisted, weird limbs. Even through the glass, one could see the exposed sharp claws and fangs, as they dived and rammed into the transport plane in swarms.
Captain Boomerang's eyes widened: "Hell! What the hell are these things!?"
"I can't hold it anymore... Ugh!" As a sewer creature, Killer Croc was not accustomed to high-altitude turbulence. He was shaken dizzy by the fuselage, his stomach was churning, and he couldn't help but bend over and vomit wildly. A sour, rotten smell instantly spread in the narrow cabin.
No one had the energy to pay attention to him; everyone was on edge due to this sudden turn of events.
Colonel Flag shouted, "Damn it! Emergency landing, quickly!"
But as soon as the order was passed, the military transport plane suddenly shook violently, the entire fuselage instantly lost its balance and smashed obliquely toward the ground.
The pilot pulled the control stick with all his might, barely cushioning part of the downward impact. The plane didn't explode or disintegrate on the spot, but rolled dozens of times on the ground, the metal fuselage scraping long sparks against the road surface.
The people in the cabin were thrown about, all dizzy and disoriented. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was that the filth Killer Croc had just vomited onto the cabin floor was directly shaken and mixed evenly after all that rolling.
"Fuck! What splashed into my mouth!?"
"Ahhh! Killer Croc! I'm going to kill you!"
"No... I'm going to vomit again... Ugh!"
"Help! Is this hell!?"
"Someone let me out! I want to go back to prison!"
"Hahahaha hahahaha!"
Accompanied by a chorus of wailing and the splashing sound of liquid sloshing around, the military transport plane finally came to a stop.
Another military transport plane that had landed safely was parked not far away, and a dozen fully armed soldiers quickly ran over to prepare for a rescue.
Before they could get close to the cabin door, the deformed door was kicked open from the inside. A group of people stumbled out, all covered in yellow-green stains, exuding a suffocating, sour, rotten smell.
As soon as they stepped out of the cabin, they all rushed to the side of the road, leaning against the wall and vomiting wildly; the scene was indescribable.
Killer Croc's indiscriminate AOE damage effect was maxed out, leaving an indelible psychological shadow on everyone. It is estimated that these people won't be able to forget this scene even when they live to be eighty.
"They are coming! Fire, quickly!"
Just as everyone was vomiting wildly, the soldiers discovered a large swarm of flying monsters pouring in from high altitude and immediately opened fire in unison.
Dense bullets swept toward the low altitude, and the few monsters at the front were pierced through their bodies on the spot, smashing heavily onto the road.
However, the number of these monsters was simply too great, and they were completely fearless, rushing toward everyone one after another.
In just a moment, several monsters broke through the barrage and pounced in front of the soldiers in the front row. Sharp claws tore through bulletproof vests, and blood splattered from their chests instantly.
The Suicide Squad members, who were vomiting until they were dizzy, were startled by the sound of gunfire and looked up, only to see the sky filled with monsters pressing down on them.
Without any hesitation, they turned around almost simultaneously, greased their feet, and prepared for a tactical retreat.
Are you kidding? They are scoundrels; running away when encountering danger and selling out teammates at the drop of a hat is the normal operation.
"Get back here, all of you! If I die, the nano-bombs in your bodies will still detonate!" Colonel Flag had recovered, and while raising his gun to strafe the incoming monsters, he yelled at the top of his lungs.
Hearing this, the Suicide Squad members' mouths twitched, and they could only turn around reluctantly to face the enemy.
But most of them had limited lethality. Captain Boomerang and Harley were purely freeloaders; one threw a boomerang that took forever to return, and the other used a broken baseball bat to deal damage, unable to kill a single monster after a long time.
Killer Croc's damage output was not bad, but unfortunately, he could only attack single targets, and the efficiency was too slow.
As for El Diablo, he stood still the whole time without moving, as if he were AFK.
The entire team's damage output relied almost entirely on Deadshot. He was like someone with an aimbot, holding a modified automatic rifle and outputting crazily. Every shot hit the monsters' vital points, not a single bullet was wasted, and he alone accounted for at least ninety percent of the team's damage output.
While fighting, he glanced at these freeloader teammates and cursed internally. You are all doing this on purpose to troll me, right!
However, no matter how high Deadshot's damage output was, it couldn't withstand these endless monsters. Seeing that the monster army was about to press forward, he bypassed the other newbie teammates and yelled at El Diablo: "Hurry up and attack, if you don't attack now, we'll all die here!"
He had read the team members' files and knew that among this group, only El Diablo's ability could save the current situation.
El Diablo just shook his head, his voice low and hoarse: "I will not use my ability."
He could control hellfire, but this power was extremely difficult to master, and any slight fluctuation in emotion would cause it to go out of control.
It was precisely because of a momentary loss of control back then that he burned his own wife and children to death with his own hands. Since then, he had tightly suppressed his power, preferring death to using it easily again.
Deadshot gritted his teeth and shouted desperately: "You coward, you loser, you can't even control your own ability and caused your wife's death! Now, watching everyone die, you dare not take action. Is your ability only good for showing off against your own wife?"
He recited it extremely fast, perfectly displaying the talent for RAP. Every word was piercing, directly dissing El Diablo until he was red-hot with rage.
"Don't you dare talk about my wife!!"
El Diablo's eyes turned red, and monstrous flames exploded from his body, sweeping toward the monster swarm with scorching heat waves.
Any monster touched by the flames was instantly burned to ashes; in the blink of an eye, an entire area of airspace was cleared.
Deadshot felt a surge of joy and was about to praise him, but he sensed something was wrong.
The flames on El Diablo showed no signs of subsiding; instead, they burned brighter and brighter.
Even his flesh and skin were gradually melting under the high temperature, revealing a humanoid skeleton. In the blink of an eye, he grew into a three-meter-tall flame giant, with hollow eye sockets burning with fierce fire, looking down at Deadshot.
El Diablo: ( dish#)
Deadshot: (°) Um, can we still reconcile now?
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