It was only a little time for Xingle and Damien-Robin, who had put on his mask again, and Dick-Nightwing, who had completely changed his identity, boarded a military transport plane together, thinking that the attack plan in Xingle's mouth was prepared, that is...

"Am I dazzled, or do I really have a Harley in front of me. Quinn was in front of my eyes. ”

"You can try, you can try to use your flesh to test Harley in front of you. Quinn's real body. ”

Xingle smiled and made this suggestion to Nightwing, who was sitting on the side, but Nightwing had been with Han Xingle for a while, and he couldn't tell the difference between Xingle's expression when he was playing tricks and pranks.

"I know you're trying to trick me, so... Take back your disgusting smirk, or I'll be sick to my stomach. ”

Unceremoniously threw away Xingle's life-threatening proposal, if he really stepped forward, he would definitely be killed by Harley. Quinn's legs were cuffed to death on the spot.

Looking at the super criminals sitting in a row across from them, Nightwing didn't know whether to show a stressful expression or a loveless expression, in short, it was summed up in one word, that is: tired.

Isn't an ordinary special forces unit just enough? But Amanda. Waller brought several of the supercriminals together and formed them into a supercriminal's action team, which Waller called Task-Force-X.

However, Xingle prefers another name: Suicide Squad.

Because the tasks they want to perform are all things that government departments can't do, can't expose, and absolutely can't have anything to do with the national government.

But in a hurry, Xingle didn't have time to think about whether to use this inhumane team, so he could only take one step at a time, not to mention that their time was actually not very abundant.

"Relax, boy, we're on the same side this time, and I'm not going to hit you with bullets."

Putting on his silver hood tactical mask, Dead Shot played with a rifle bullet in his hand, and said to Nightwing, as he said, this time the mission is to get them on Han Xingle's side and help him win this battle, not to trap them, this is different.

Of course, Death Shot said this kind of thing, also from the perspective of being a hired killer, and at the same time, he will abide by his professional ethics and complete his mission.

As long as Xingle can accept it, even if it's only for a while, let them fight with him without going wrong.

"Dead Shot, I know if you can count this in your heart, but whether the others will or not, then it's none of your business, right?" Dick still doesn't know what these people are talking about, but do they dare to be cautious with Han Xingle?

"The kid taught by Batman, calm down, we won't have a conflict with Han Xingle, Waller said, if we dare to affect Han Xingle's actions, Amanda. Waller, the evil poisonous woman, would immediately activate the microchip that was injected into our heads, and we would be blown off in the head. ”

The implication is that if they dare to do bad things, there is only one end, it's just...

"You agree with this kind of thing?"

"Not at all, but I'm not the management of the Tianyan Society, and I just talk about them, and I won't interfere with the internal management of the Tianyan Society, so even if I am not satisfied, only Amanda has the right to speak in this matter. Waller only. ”

Xingle said this, saying that he couldn't do anything about it, after all, this matter was Amanda. Waller decided for himself, and it was not them who had the final say.

"Can you trust them? Or, can you make us trust them? ”

Robin, who was rubbing his bird-shaped darts, finally made a sound, and he sat on the other side of Xingle, and asked a question to Xingle and the suicide squad, their next life and death depends on whether they can trust each other, as far as their current situation is concerned, they now have zero trust in each other, basically death on death.

Abbreviation: Dead.

“... Hey, Slade, do you want to kill me? ”

Xingle just turned his head to look at Slade, who was not wearing a mask, and asked this question, which made Slade look at him, and then thought about the question of 'should he kill Han Xingle', and he gave the answer:

"No, I've thought about it now, it's too cost-effective to want to hurt you, I really can't stand this risk."

"Oh~ When I heard this answer, I was so grateful that I burst into tears." Xingle smirked, and said this as he read it, but well, it should also show that Slade didn't want to harm Han Xingle very much, at least he didn't want him to die.

"Oh! I think! I would very much like to shove a bat into your mouth. ”

"What about you? Robin, are you trying to hurt me? Directly ignoring Hallie, who was intermittently insane, Xingle asked Robin this question again, it was such a simple question, as long as one thing can be agreed, then it is okay to cooperate.

“... Given that you do that kind of from time to time, I can't wait to do it, so yes, I want to hurt you. ”

"Understood, you are so filial." For this kind of words, Xingle automatically filtered it into an answer of 'I don't want to', especially when there was no sign of being slapped in the face on his face, which can be described as really thick-skinned.

"Then I'll ask one more question, and all of you can answer me, and I won't accuse you." Xingle waved his hand, and then said:

"What do you want your future to look like? Do you want to have a bunch of self-righteous 'righteous people' who teach you how to do things, or do you choose a goal yourself, even if it is depravity, regret, or despair, and believe in the choices you make? ”

The meaning is already very simple, whether to let the so-called 'human pioneers' teach all mankind what a 'real' earth should do, or to choose the path they want to take, even if it is wrong, it is also the path they choose, until the end of this road, and they are convinced that the path they take must have their own reasons.

Till death rests.

"I don't know what you want, but my teacher told me, 'pick the right client, do a good job of the commission, and live up to the trust', the most important thing is not to let yourself be able to do everything right, but to let yourself choose, judge by yourself, and implement what you choose, so... Do you believe in the choices you make? ”

After Xingle asked these questions, no one could speak, especially if they would reject an option? A chance to choose for yourself?

Unless that person is already thoroughly not human.

"I hate your arguments."

"This is a philosophy of life, not a correct theory, and if you hate it, it doesn't mean that you will oppose it, will it?"

Xingle understood Slade's words very well, and maintained his smiling expression, which made Slade raise an index finger to Xingle, very friendly.

But in this way, everyone finally has one thing, it is really agreed, and there is no need to go on any longer.

At this time, Clegg, who was heavily armed, stepped onto the military transport plane, looked at the few people whose atmosphere was not as stiff as before, nodded with satisfaction, and then said:

"So guys, are you ready for an action of a lifetime?"

"I just hope I don't scare my guts out halfway through."

Nightwing replied with a slight wistfulness, causing Clegg to hook the corners of his mouth and reply: "That's your problem, the battle plan is your own crazy plan to support that kid, so don't tell me about your timidity." ”

"I'm not scared, okay?"

The next moment, the cabin was closed, and the transport plane began to have several engines to strengthen the power, and the vibration that became more and more vibrating represented that the transport plane was about to take off.

"Voice of God, online?"

Sitting on the other side of the suicide squad, Clegg used the conversation headset in his ear to talk to a certain poisonous woman.

And everyone has their own headphones, so they can receive the words of the 'voice of God'.

"Very clear and clear, now the transport plane is taking off, and that family, don't complain about my code name, I know you're not happy with God."

Just before Xingle wanted to speak, the 'voice of God' on the other side of the headphones - Amanda. Waller was in the command room, cutting off Xingle's words about wanting to complain about the codename, which made the corners of Xingle's mouth twitch, which was really excessive.

"God, what's wrong with you?" Bloody Sports looks at Xingle and wants to know why Xingle is upset with God.

"I'm not unhappy with him, I'm having a grudge against him." Xingle replied with a smile, so that the bloody sports did not continue to ask, otherwise he dared to guarantee that something would happen to him next.

When a sense of weightlessness gradually appeared in the vibration of the plane, everyone knew that the plane had begun to fly off the ground, ready to break into the battlefield over there, as long as it was not shot down early.

“... Well, I have to ask, our task is for you to get all the enemy's firepower and sneak in from the rear, so how are you going to get there, get all the firepower, not to question you, but I don't want this 'big bird' to be shot down before it flies to the combat site. ”

Dead shot asks a very crucial question, if they can't attract firepower, they are still on the plane, and they will definitely be shot down by metal men.

And Xingle smiled and said:

"We'll fly to an altitude of six hundred meters above sea level and jump without parachuting until we're close to the farthest firing range of the metal men on the opposite side, so as to attract all their firepower."

“... Not specific enough, you shouldn't need as many metal men to fight three people, you can't draw all of their firepower over. ”

Just when Death Shot pointed out the mistake, the smile on Xingle's face became even stronger, and he said:

"Oh, I'm not asking them to focus all their firepower on our side, I'm forcing them."