American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 417 Olive Branch and Suicide Squad

Watching Trevor walk away, Green Arrow shook his head. He was about to throw away the document in his arms, but as if by some strange twist of fate, just like everyone has curiosity, as he grabbed a corner of the document, he couldn't help but have this thought in his mind.

"What does Trevor want to do, and how does he plan to do it?"

Curiosity is like grasshoppers in a wheat field; once you see one, a whole swarm has already appeared.

So, tempted by his own heart, Oliver finally reached out and silently opened the tightly closed folder.

Then, after just one glance, his gaze was fixed on her.

"this!"

Oliver stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape in shock.

He could hardly believe his eyes, and clenched his fists, his face filled with anger.

"How could these people do this!"

"Hmph hmph hmph~"

In the vast underground prison, a bed sheet hangs from both ends of a steel wire. A woman with pale skin, long legs, and hair that is as colorful as a rainbow lies leisurely on the bed sheet. She swings her legs and shakes her toes as if playing in the water.

"There was a boy, and he had a name. His name was Ryan."

"Unlimited power, able to reverse the future, and transform stillness into motion."

"Wow, this is a wonderful surprise!"

"Wait, why won't you let me watch!"

The woman looked furious, waving her hands as if trying to snatch something from thin air, but her indignant shouts quickly attracted the attention of two guards outside the cell.

"That damn crazy woman, as insane as ever."

One of the guards was quite wary, turning to look at the eccentric girl. Others might only think at first glance that she was a very beautiful and interesting woman, but only they knew what kind of terrifying soul was hidden beneath her cute appearance.

"Heh, remember that unlucky guy who came here last week? He thought this woman had a nice figure, but she lured him close to the cage and strangled him to death with her hands."

The group continued their discussion, but their conversation soon came to an abrupt end.

The reason was simple: a short, stout black woman was striding towards them. She was expressionless, and beneath her dark eyelids were sharp, eagle-like brown eyes. Whenever her gaze swept over something, the soldiers standing there would immediately lower their heads like elementary school students meeting their homeroom teacher.

Amanda was pleased with the way these people looked at her; only in this way could she find obedience and authority in them.

"Wow, look who's here, poor Amanda, I know quite a few of your little secrets~"

In the dimly lit prison, Harley tilted her head and made a face at Amanda: "Why won't you let me out? I helped Mr. Ginobili before."

"Shut up! I forbid you from mentioning that name!"

Upon hearing Harley's words, Amanda's obese body swayed like a dilapidated building.

"Do you find this interesting? But you've been detained for so long, and they haven't even asked you about your situation."

Amanda sneered, "Perhaps I need to repeat to you the crimes you committed, such as smashing the heads of 28 prison guards and preaching your insane ideas to the people of Gotham City."

"All the characters exist within the novel, and there's also an extraterrestrial being observing our every move?"

"You're incredibly crazy, and you want to smash those who don't accept your ideas."

Amanda shook her head, moved closer, and craned her neck to stare at Harley, saying, "So even legally, I wouldn't be punished for killing you!"

"Wow, I'm so scared~" Harley giggled and stuck out her red tongue, clearly not taking Amanda's words to heart.

No, or rather, I'm not afraid.

Amanda ignored Harley and continued walking deeper into the prison.

After experiencing the incident where Gino had a nano-bomb implanted in her neck, Amanda seemed to have unlocked her full potential.

There's a saying that goes, "Everyone eventually becomes the person they hate most." So Amanda chose a crazy plan. She knew that superheroes had high values ​​and integrity and wouldn't cooperate with the government to do dirty work. But some things always have to be done. So Amanda started planning and preparing a long time ago. She began to capture some heinous and powerful bad guys and bring them to her "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse." Then she would threaten these criminals or take away their most important possessions to coerce them into working for her.

It has to be said that this trick is quite effective; at least Amanda learned it well. But when she saw someone else having a nano-bomb inserted into their neck, she couldn't help but laugh.

"So what brings you here this time? Do you want me to smash that guy's head in again?"

Harley was bored. Her little brain, which seemed to have eaten hallucinogenic mushrooms, could no longer see those otherworldly voices, so she focused her attention on Amanda, intending to listen to what the woman had to say.

"I don't need you to kill anyone today. I've brought some extraordinary individuals to teach you how to gather together and do something big."

"So?" Harley pouted. "I'm not going to work for free; I have to be paid!"

"I know, but before that, let's check on your teammates first."

Amanda clapped her hands, and the next second, the previously tightly closed cell doors suddenly burst open, and a group of fully armed soldiers struggled to push a huge iron gate cart toward them.

"Let's take a look at your new teammates first."

She clapped her hands, and then several soldiers carefully tore off the huge black veil, revealing a hideous and terrifying monster.

With sharp teeth, thick legs, and a large head, if not viewed closely from a distance, it resembles a monster with the appearance of a crocodile but a humanoid body.

"What?" Harley suddenly realized she could see the floating comments around her again: "He's Dr. Lizard?"

"No, no, no, although they look alike, ours is called Killer Croc, and he's a madman, well, not as mad as me!"

At that moment, as the darkness above was lifted, the killer crocodile, seeing the light again, immediately opened its bloodshot eyes: "Roar!"

With its ferocious mouth open, spitting saliva, Killer Croc stared intently at Amanda, who was standing not far away with her arms crossed. He tried to move his body with difficulty, but his limbs were bound by sturdy alloy plates, making it impossible for him to move even an inch.

"Amanda, you despicable, shameless, and ugly woman! Put me down if you dare!"

The killer crocodile clenched its fists in resentment, its sharp teeth rubbing against its scales, sparks flying: "I will definitely kill you, you damned pig!"

(End of this chapter)