Sincalilan, inside a bar in the capital. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This was originally a bar run by a local gangster, but it was absolutely legal in its operation, and it was not low-grade. Normally, the bar is buzzing every night, with loud cheers almost every street away, but today is an exception.

Faced by the famous death shooter Floyd Lawton, the bar's owner had him book an all-nighter here. Tomorrow, Lawton's suicide squad has an important mission to do, so tonight he wants them to relax as much as possible. But according to the above requirements, the whereabouts of this special team must not be revealed, so he had to book an all-night in this bar.

The members of the Suicide Squad do seem to enjoy the atmosphere. As soon as Harley entered, she went straight to the bar, smashing several bottles of wine senselessly before finally picking out a bottle she liked, and Lawton tried to stop her at first, but then thought that someone would pay for the mission anyway, so he simply let her go.

Deathstroke sat on the table with his cheeks on the side and drank alcohol, as if he couldn't bear the endless chatter of Deadpool in his ear, but he couldn't help it. If it were someone else, he might have shot the guy in the head without even thinking about it, but considering that he had thrown Deadpool on the blown up plane during the first meeting, and the guy was still alive and kicking around, he decided that he might as well save the bullet.

The black manta ray seemed to be very untalkative, and he usually had little communication with the team, but now he found a table in the corner and sat down. Deathshot deliberately dragged a chair to sit next to him, trying to talk to him about how to lead the team.

And the one who seems to be the most out of place with everyone here is Eric, who was caught in the team in a daze.

He didn't take a single bottle of wine, he picked a table and sat down, looking at everyone here, holding his forehead and trying to recall the details.

He always felt that these people didn't feel like he was all the way, but he couldn't remember anything before he met them. He had been among them when he woke up in a daze a day earlier.

"Your code name is Amozo-Alpha." A man claiming to be Victor told him remotely via an electronic screen, "You're part of this suicide squad. ”

The faceless man told him that he was the strongest member of the squad with a powerful set of armor, but unfortunately he was hit in the head to cover his comrades during the last mission, which caused amnesia.

"But don't worry." "No matter what you become, you'll always have a place on this team. ”

Eric sat on the couch with his cheeks crossed, staring intently at his teammates.

Although that is quite touching, do you really belong to this place?

I always felt that something was wrong, and it seemed that something important was missing......

"Smack!"

A loud bang behind his neck brought Ericla back to reality, and his body trembled reflexively.

"Hahahaha! Scares you! ”

When he turned around, it was Harley behind him, who seemed to tiptoe behind him and slapped him, laughing excitedly like a little girl as if she was very satisfied with Eric's reaction.

She sat down on Eric's couch, her ass wriggling and leaning closer. Eric subconsciously wanted to keep his distance, and the tip of his nose could already smell a faint fragrance that was incompatible with the image of this madwoman.

"Don't be afraid, sister, I won't eat you again." Harley giggled and said, "I'm kind of glad I didn't kill you, you look so cute in a daze right now." ”

"Kill me?" Eric asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"Don't pay attention to her words." Dead shot came up at some point, "You know, she's usually crazy, and nine out of ten sentences can't be taken seriously. ”

Hallie stuck out her tongue mischievously.

In fact, the rest of the team seemed to ignore Eric, but they had been keeping a careful eye on him. If Eric could join the team, he would undoubtedly be their strongest fighter, but he was also extremely uncertain before that. Essentially, Eric and they weren't all the same, and it wouldn't be a good thing for the team if he suddenly had some stimulus or revelation to regain his memory.

The black manta ray, who had just been chatting with Deathshot, also walked up to Eric, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a rare way, "Take it easy, friend." All of us need a good rest on the eve of the battle...... Would you like a drink? ”

Eric stared at the glass in his hand for a moment, then shook his head slightly, "No, forget it." I feel like I'm confused enough now that I don't need this kind of thing to make things worse. ”

"Makes sense." "Then try to take yourself easy." I'm sure you've got a lot of doubts right now, but first you need to be able to trust your teammates – that's the most important thing on the battlefield tomorrow. ”

Deadshot snorted self-deprecatingly, "As for trusting your teammates, that's probably the last thing you should do on this team." ”

"Why?" Eric asked.

"No, just kidding." Deathshot patted him on the shoulder and said, "But the black manta ray is right, you do need to rest." After all, you're our heavy weapon, our last trump card. ”

Is that so?

Eric looked at the hand he had placed on his shoulder, thoughtful.

It was the first time since he lost his memory that he felt needed by others, as if he had found a sense of belonging in the middle of this team.

Maybe you really belong here, right? Maybe this illusion of not being able to join the group is just a gap caused by the loss of memory.

"Alright, so just in case, we'll make one final confirmation of the mission tonight." Dead shot said.

Hallie pouted: "It's really a mother-in-law." You've stressed it I don't know how many times. ”

Dead shot her white, "Especially you, Hallie. ”

"Okay, listen to you, okay?"

Harley made a zipper gesture to her mouth, signaling that she would not speak again.

Tomorrow's mission is actually quite simple - break into a Sincalilan government-owned factory and steal some information about the country's international headquarters. It took about twenty minutes for Dead Shot to re-explain the positions of the people, the route of the breakthrough, the evacuation plan, and the response to some emergencies during tomorrow's operation.

“...... That's about it. Dead shot glanced at everyone, "Do you remember everything?" ”

Deadpool, who seemed to be sleeping on the table the whole time, suddenly raised his head and asked sleepily, "What?" Is it finally over? ”

Hallie let out a long yawn as if echoing him, and nodded, "Like...... yes......"

Deathshot sighed, finally giving up on the idea of having everyone jot down the plan of action.

"Then disbanded on the spot tonight." He said helplessly, "Rest well and prepare for tomorrow's mission." ”