Sincaliland, somewhere in the facility. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's a dimly lit hut, similar to the one you'd see in TV movies where prisoners are tortured with brutal torture. The old-fashioned chandelier hanging from the dirty ceiling was the only source of light in the room, and its limited light illuminated only a small part of the room, where the tortured prisoners had been tied up.

Death Shooter is unfortunately the protagonist of today.

The pain of the electricity running through his body made him cry out in a lost voice, and the electric shock he received in such a seriously injured condition made him even more pale, and cold sweat flowed down like rain.

This process has been going on for several hours, and even the officials in charge of torture are tired, but they still haven't said anything so far, just like a martyr in a TV series who has a firm faith and would rather die than die in the end. The only difference is that Dead Shot really doesn't know anything.

"Dude, I said you were wasting your time...... "I really don't know where my teammates are. But if I had to guess, they would have been out of Sincariran for a long time. ”

"This bone is harder to gnaw than you think." Another man in a black suit emerged from the darkness and asked, "What else do you want to do next?" ”

"I don't know." The officer with the electric baton shrugged, "I don't know, to be honest I'm already a little convinced that this guy really doesn't know anything, although it's quite disappointing." ”

As they spoke, the door to the room was pushed open. A majestic and burly figure appeared at the door, holding a submachine gun in one hand and a dazzling broadsword on his shoulder, his aura domineering and non-negotiable.

The moment he saw the person who came, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he was speechless in surprise.

That's the death knell.

"That's enough." Deathstroke said in a low voice, "You can all go out, now this matter is in charge of Lao Tzu." ”

Somewhere else.

"Manta rays, this is Waller."

"I'm listening."

"The movement of the Death Shooter has stopped, and we already know where he was taken." Waller said through the communicator, "But when he was brought in, we lost all contact with him. His location must have blocked all outgoing signals, and we couldn't track ** and audio anymore. ”

"It means we can't know if he's dead or alive." "That's good news. ”

"I can't be sure," said Waller, "but from what I know of his luck, I'm sure he won't hang up so easily." ”

"Then it's decided." "I'll draw as much attention as I can from the front entrance when I break in, so you can take the opportunity to try to save the dead shot as low-key as possible." Remember, try to avoid conflicts, don't stay for any reason after rescuing people, and retreat as soon as possible...... We can't afford to lose anyone anymore. ”

There was a subtle silence.

Although no one said it, they all felt the same way - it was only when Eric came that they had this feeling of "one team" for the first time.

Sincariland, somewhere,

"How do you feel?" When Deathstroke said this, the mask was almost on Deathshot's face, and the latter's condition was really messy.

"Not so good." Deathshot glared at him through gritted teeth.

Deathstroke snorted, "From this I can tell that your leg is broken, your ribs are broken, and there are a lot of other internal injuries. ”

"Even so, at least I have both eyes still around, right?" Dead Shot Mockery.

Without saying a word, Deathbell raised his stun baton and slammed it into Deathshot's face with a pale blue arc, and Deathshot groaned in pain.

"You should know that people like you shouldn't be joking." Deathstroke pinched Death's chin in one hand and said, "You're useless, what you've done won't help at all." ”

"And what about your purpose? And what is it? ”

"The world needs me, make me the terminator."

"And just a few minutes after this mission, you betrayed us."

"Team?" Deathstroke sneered, "Are you serious, Deathshot?" Didn't you always emphasize that - there are no teams at all, we are just brought together to achieve the same goal, but each of us is individual-centric, and there is no 'team' in the beginning. ”

"And you're like a Red Sox sub." Death shot spoke unceremoniously again, only to be stabbed in the lower abdomen by Deathknell's full power again, causing him to scream in pain.

"Without your little red eyes, have you always been so blind?" Knell asked coldly.

Just breathing a sigh of relief, Dead Shot continued reluctantly: "Seriously? Would you like to talk about 'eyes' again? I thought...... Ahh!!hhhhh ”

Another violent electric shock, this time the death knell continued until he convulsed, and finally spurted him with a mouthful of blood.

Death shot sweat like rain, trembling all over, gritted his teeth and asked, "Did you tell them about the team?" What do you think we are? ”

"Not yet." Death Knell played with the electric baton in his hand and said, "Secrets are such things as they are valuable only when you know them." ”

"And what did you tell them?"

"I told them you could leave it to me." Deathstroke snorted, "I told them I'd take you all down, one by one, and I could pry the whereabouts of the other team members out of your mouth." ”

Death shot was stunned: "Can ...... I don't know where they are. You know how a squad works, even if I'm the captain......"

"Of course, you don't know." Deathbell said lightly, "I know that. ”

"And what the hell are you doing here?"

Deathstroke smiled: "I just wanted to come here and see what you look like here." ”

As he spoke, the glow of the red warning lights suddenly lit up the room, and the cacophony of voices reminded everyone in the building that they were under attack.

"Oh, I'm talking." Deathbell said nonchalantly, "I think we all know who's coming." ”

At this moment, outside the base.

The explosion blasted through an entire wall, black smoke billowed up, and soldiers shouted and rushed out of the interior with guns in their hands. Wearing armor, Eric slowly stepped through the black smoke and walked out, facing all the enemies present alone, as if he was burning with a raging fighting spirit.

"I can't remember it clearly, but I always feel that I haven't felt like I've been there for a long time." He squeezed the wrist of his right fist, "Let's all go together, the more the better!" ”