Belleaf Penitentiary, Louisiana.

An obese middle-aged black woman in a professional suit walked briskly into the prison carrying a suitcase, when a tall young guard ran up to him and stopped him.

"Sorry ma'am, do you have an appointment for a meeting—uh."

Before the young guard could finish his words, after being glared at by the black woman, he felt a chill rise up his spine, as if it was the instinctive reaction of a human when encountering a poisonous snake.

"I want to see the prisoner who has just been transferred here and call him to the interview room."

The black woman's voice, though very flat, had an irresistible majesty, the young guard stammered.

"Sorry, sorry, what do you mean...... Slade Joseph Wilson? But he is a Level 7 prisoner, and he was temporarily transferred from the GCPD, which requires a process of approval...... There was also a notice to Gordon......"

The young guard's voice grew quieter and quieter, as if he felt a chill emanating from the eyes of the woman in front of him, and he kept his head down and did not dare to make eye contact with the black woman.

At this time, another older guard seemed to hear movement outside and poked his head out of the duty room.

"What's going on, rookie—ah, ah, Miss Waller, why are you here all of a sudden...... Want to see the death knell? Okay, okay, I'll arrange it right away, hey, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and bring the death knell over? ”

Waller's brow furrowed slightly at the sight of the young guard trotting all the way in a panic and nearly falling.

"Is he a newcomer, why haven't I seen him?"

"That kid was transferred from Black Gate Prison, and I heard that he happened to have taken sick leave on the day of the explosion and escaped...... Tsk, this kid is so lucky, but he doesn't have the eyesight to see it, and you don't even recognize Ms. Waller, and I'll teach him a good lesson after that. ”

"No, forget it, he did things according to the rules and did a good job, there is no need to blame him."

Soon, the young guard was pushing a wheelchair with a white-haired man with his head down, his hands shackled, and his prison clothes on top.

It was supposed that a guard must follow him when meeting the prisoner, but Waller raised his hand to stop him.

"I'll meet with him alone, you guys are outside and don't let anyone come close, and don't inform anyone about this meeting."

"But, but according to the rules—"

Seeing the old guard desperately trying to wink at him, the young guard swallowed the second half of his words and gave up his wheelchair to Waller to push in.

But no one noticed that at the moment of changing hands, some inconspicuous little thing fell from the cuff of the young guard and automatically attached itself to the wheel of the wheelchair like a magnet.

Bang! Click.

The door to the meeting room was slammed shut and locked, and the old guard breathed a sigh of relief and slapped the young guard on the back.

"Silly boy, what other rules do you have, do you know who she is? This is Amanda Waller, the federal government's carte blanche over the transhumans, or the de facto owner of the transhuman prison of Belleaf here—what she says is the rule here. Why don't you even recognize your immediate boss, really...... By the way, what's your name? ”

The young guard straightened the brim of his hat and glanced thoughtfully at the closed door of the meeting room.

“...... Just call me Grayson. ”

——

"Hmph, Amanda Waller, you look good, you're a prostitute again, old fox."

As soon as he entered the door, Death Knell, who was in a wheelchair, raised his head, and although he was in shackles, the light in his single eye did not weaken in the slightest.

"But you don't look good, Deathstroke, I didn't expect you to suffer such a fiasco, like a lost dog."

Faced with Amanda Waller's ridicule, Deathbell shrugged his shoulders disappreciatively.

"It seems that we have different concepts of victory and defeat, in my eyes, receiving a reward and surviving, as long as these two conditions are met at the same time, it is a victory for me."

"But before you get paid, you have to complete the mission, Deathknell—what do I want?"

The corners of Deathknell's mouth furled, and he looked at Waller meaningfully.

"I've already looked like this, if I take it out, wouldn't it be a loss for you to snatch me away? Give me a portion of the reward first, and the transaction can only be carried out by mutual trust. ”

Waller hesitated for a moment with a frown, and finally put the suitcase on the ground, opened it, and kicked it in front of Deathbell.

"Here's your equipment and Ross Wilson's whereabouts, the commission has already been paid to your account, but you won't need it for a long time to see how you look."

I saw that in the suitcase, the full armament of the death knell was neatly placed, and there was a small folded note on it.

Bang dang.

In the next second, in Waller's slightly surprised eyes, the shackles on Knell's hand instantly fell off to the ground, and the old mercenary stretched out and stood up directly from the wheelchair.

"Looks like you've miscalculated my injuries and my ability to heal myself, Waller. I've also investigated Red Douglas's abilities in advance, and I've long had countermeasures against heat and burn damage. ”

In the face of Waller's gloomy expression, Deathbell generously took off his prison uniform and changed into his full gear.

"There's one less sword...... Forget it, I can't get it back anyway. ”

Deathstroke glanced at the contents of the piece of paper, and there was a flash of softness and tangle in his eyes, but soon he crumpled the piece of paper and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

"Alright Waller, that's the end of our deal—oh, sorry, I almost forgot, being a mercenary doesn't affect credibility."

I saw Deathstroke lift the blindfold of his right eye, take out a small round ball from it, and throw it to Waller.

"It contains all the information you asked me to investigate, the battle footage of the man named Red Douglas, various statistics, fighting style, skill genre, weaknesses, etc...... But let me give you a word of caution, he's probably even crazier and more uncontrollable than you think, and he's been careful of playing with fire and setting himself on fire. ”

"You don't have to worry about that, Deathbell. Since I asked you to investigate him, I naturally have a corresponding countermeasure...... How's that, Death Knell, do you want to make an additional deal? I'm organizing a team to capture Red Douglas, and maybe you'll have a chance to get revenge on him with your own hands, and I promise it will pay well. ”

Faced with Waller's invitation, Death Knell hesitated for a moment, it was obvious that as an extremely conceited mercenary, although he could do anything to complete the mission, the fact that he was defeated by Red would still be a stain on his career.

But he is not a fool who will die for nothing, he has already seen the strength of Red, and he does not plan to mess around in troubled waters without a chance of winning.

"Forget it, Waller. I'm guessing what kind of suicide squad your team is, a bunch of third-rate stuff recruited from prisons...... I'm not going to be in their company. ”

"You're wrong this time, Death Knell. This time, the team that is going to capture the mad dog...... Not villains and villains, but superheroes. ”

The corners of Waller's mouth curled, revealing a sinister and sinister smile.

"And the leader of this team is still famous—"

"Green Lantern."