"Watching me openly, right? Just wait for me to cause something big one day, and then send me to Sweet Dreams Prison as a helper. ”

Zhang San didn't have to think about it to know what this woman was going to do to him.

"That's pretty much it, but Liotta didn't tell Waller about your magical space."

It was for this reason that Waller thought that the 'honey' that kept Moon alive was in his own hands.

It may be that the 250,000 have played a role, or it may be that after such a long period of understanding, Liotta and the others don't want to say more information.

In short, Amanda Waller now knows a lot less information than a few of them know, and his knowledge of Zhang San's information is limited to his superpowers-like marksmanship, good reflexes, and Saiwen's identity.

"I'm a good law-abiding cop, so she'll wait."

After two years as a police officer, Zhang San knows what to do and what not to do.

...

In a dream prison where all kinds of superpowered criminals and killers are held.

Amanda Waller, who had a document in hand, went to meet an acquaintance because he was very good.

"The five-year sentence reduction allowed me to spy on a woman who was holding the death knell alive. Amanda Waller, you're all right? ”

Standing in the same cell as Waller was a black man, bald and bearded, holding a document handed to him.

"I just asked you to spy on her, not to kill her." Waller said to him calmly.

"Oh! Surveillance! I understood that the death knell was caught with a cane by a deaf man with bad eyes. ”

The black man didn't give her the slightest face when he spoke, and every word was mocking.

Waller looked at him calmly, and was not annoyed by the man's attitude of speaking, but added some benefits:

"A seven-year sentence reduction."

"No, no, no, I think you should just let me go. So how about you want me to spy on her for as long as you want? ”

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and the two of them looked at each other in the room.

After a while, Waller's expression remained unchanged and increased again: "Ten years, if you don't do it, I think someone is willing to do it." ”

There is no shortage of criminals in Sweet Dream Prison, and her choice to shoot dead is also based on the previous cooperation and the other party's long-distance observation ability.

Seeing that Waller had said it to death, Deathshot, who was only thinking about bargaining, looked at her and smiled: "Ten years, but I won't get close to this woman named Kara." ”

"Just do your job."

The two sides reached a deal again, which was obviously much better than the last life-saving mission that Death Shot received.

Even if the mission target is a woman who has captured the death knell alive, it is easy for him to rely on his own advantages to be a surveillance.

An hour later, Deathshot boarded a private jet with his gear and several rolls of operation funds.

Didi!

Listening to the horns of other cars behind him, he had landed and drove a black car, and he stuck one hand out of the window and gave the other car owners a middle finger.

Then he was noticed by the patrolmen...

However, the clever Death Shot noticed that there was a police car following him, and he instantly understood what was going to happen next.

So, until he drove out of the city, the police car following behind him did not catch any fault with him.

Call---

Dead Shot felt that he had to keep a low profile, and his skin color was synonymous with danger and violence in the eyes of the police.

On the highway, whenever he drove past the state police vehicle parked on the side of the road, he would be stared at for a while by the state police officer sitting inside.

"What's going on..."

What he didn't know was that since many wanted criminals had recently been running to remote towns, state police patrolling the highway would be on the lookout for suspicious drivers passing by.

The time came to about ten o'clock in the evening.

Dead shot just parked his car on the side of the road to pee and came back to see a police car parked behind his car.

One of the two state police officers who came out of the car touched his taillights, and the other looked inside the car.

He felt funny, and raised his hands very cooperatively:

"Is there something wrong, officer?"

Two burly state police officers walked over with flashlights in one hand and the other on their waists and asked, "Sir, has your car broken down?" ”

"No, officer, I just paused and came out to pee."

"In that case, can you show me your ID card?"

Death Shot was in trouble, but he nodded and said, "No problem, officer, but my ID is stuck in my pants pocket, can you let me reach for it?" ”

Seeing that the officers nodded, the dead shot illuminated by the two ultra-bright flashlights was very careful, and very slowly reached out and took out the ID card that Amanda Waller had prepared for him from his trouser pocket.

One of the officers took it and returned to the car, where he quickly got out.

"Mr. Hawke, thank you for your cooperation with us."

"It's okay officer, so can I go now?"

"Of course, but I still have to warn you. Recently, there are a lot of wanted criminals on the road, so don't stop your car at random. ”

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This death shot is considered to know what is going on along the way, and it has been doing it for a long time because of this kind of thing.

After receiving the ID card from the other party, he smiled and replied, "Thank you, I know the officer." ”

After getting back on the road, Dead Shot never stopped the car again, and even if he wanted to pee, he found an empty bottle to solve in the car.

It was slightly bright, and he was tired and tired from his body and mind and finally drove the car to the small town of Evergreen.

I entered the town and found a hotel that looked good, and I didn't even bother to take a shower, so I just lay down on the bed and rested.

When the sun outside shone white, a ringing phone pulled him out of his dream.

It was Waller who called, and she had prepared a house in the middle of nowhere for Deathshot in the town.

"Don't test the policeman, don't let him find you."

Waller admonished again, then hung up.

Laugh at...

He wouldn't believe that a small town policeman's marksmanship could be better than his own, at most, he would have a superpower to pretend to be a king in this town.

The man who had a tie with Death Knell in marksmanship and wanted to surpass him?

Ten minutes later.

Dead shot drove his black car into the housing area on the very edge of town.

There is a lack of convenience stores, a lack of fast food outlets, a lack of bars and women's dens, and few people come here.

It is also for these reasons that the housing prices in this housing area are terrible low.

He slowly drove through the house and picked up the house number Waller had said, 383.

While looking for a house, I also paid attention to the neighbors around me, but most of them were aunts and uncles, and there were no young people.

The vegetation here is also relatively dense, and if he encounters any situation, he can use these things to retreat.