American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 419 City of Mind Control

Justice League.

Inside the watchtower.

"Honestly, maybe we should give Green Arrow a chance?"

Clark looked at Batman, who was dressed like a giant Batman chair, with a hint of helplessness.

"First, his abilities don't meet the requirements for joining the League." Batman shook his head. "Second, we don't yet have a definitive understanding of his character."

"so."

Batman squinted, focusing his gaze on the Earth projection hanging at the top of the hall, where countless tiny dots displayed various risks.

"Let's wait a little longer."

"Cough cough cough!"

"Who said there are no sharks?"

Killer Crocodile swam out of the sea, cursing and swearing. He shook his hand and threw the shark carcass onto the sea.

"Who knows? For a beautiful woman, this could be a wonderful adventure!"

Harley lazily hugged the hammer, shaking her head to remove the water from her hair.

Captain Boomerang, on the other hand, was like a dried-out salted fish, lying lazily on the beach, not wanting to move at all.

"Everyone, take cover immediately. This island is a heavily guarded military base. The soldiers inside are fully armed with guns. If you're not careful, you'll be riddled with bullets."

Colonel Trevor's anxious voice came through the earpiece, but before anyone could react, a white spotlight shone on the beach, completely exposing the Suicide Squad members lurking in the darkness, making them look like models standing on a beach runway.

Then, from the darkness came a shout from who-knows-who: "Fire freely!"

Immediately, a dense barrage of firepower covered the entire beach, and the whistling bullets nearly obliterated the entire suicide squad!

"Everyone, lie down!"

Harley screamed and rolled away to hide behind the still-stunned Killer Croc. As a fellow countrywoman, Harley knew exactly how tough Killer Croc's skin was; even Batman's tens of thousands of dollars worth of batarangs couldn't pierce it. So she chose to hide behind Killer Croc.

Death Shooter is also a veteran of countless battles. As a mercenary, and a mercenary who kills without hesitation, he has faced countless situations with bullets. In the very first level, he found a reef and hid behind it.

Incidentally, he also reached out and grabbed the still-dazed Fire Man. As for the Boomerang Captain beside him?

This guy has such a foul mouth, he doesn't want to save him, after all, he's not Superman who repays evil with kindness.

"Da da da!"

Countless bullets fired from guns covered the area like deadly scythes. The panicked boomerang captain imitated the Deadshot's movements and lunged at the nearby reef. But perhaps because he hadn't trained much, he only managed to land his upper body behind the reef.

Poor Boomerang Captain, his legs were exposed outside the reef. It seemed that even the heavens couldn't stand this foul-mouthed guy, and bullets pierced his legs one after another.

"Oh my God! My legs!"

Captain Boomerang let out a pitiful wail. The Fireman and Deathshooter beside him watched as his once undamaged long legs were riddled with holes from the bullets, looking like tattered rags.

"Damn it! My leg, help me, help me!"

Captain Boomerang raised his hand and reached out towards Death Shooter.

"Get out of here."

Deadshot slapped Boomerang Captain's hand away, looked up, and then pulled two smoke grenades from his waist and tossed them lightly.

"Bang!"

Thick plumes of white smoke rose up, covering the entire beach and obscuring the enemy's view, preventing them from observing the situation.

"Brand, use your power! Killer Croc, charge now!"

As the squad leader, Trevor remotely controlled the Suicide Squad members from his fighter jet as they began their operation.

Killer Croc didn't waste any words. This dim-witted guy still listened to his teammates' advice on important matters. So he stood up and charged into the smoke like a raging mutated crocodile, launching an attack on the enemy lines in the distance.

Fire Man raised his hand and slapped his own cheek hard while cursing himself.

"You're an idiot!"

"You are guilty!"

"You are a sinner!"

Death Shooter was baffled; he didn't understand why Fire was cursing him, but he soon found out.

As the Fire Man cursed himself, the black tattoos on his skin seemed to come alive, radiating a dazzling orange light. Then he stood up, pointing his palms at the smoke: "Die, all of you!"

boom!

The blazing flames roared and burned across the night sky, crashing into the crowd.

The raging flames engulfed everything, and many enemies, unable to bear the intense heat, jumped out of the trenches and screamed as they lay on the beach trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

"Deadshot, provide cover fire. The rest of you, move freely."

The Deadshot concealed the shock in his eyes. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger on the enemies who ran out and were exposed to his sight. Each bullet accurately took a life, staging an art called slaughter.

"A killing spree! I love it, hahaha!"

Harley Quinn laughed wildly, picked up her hammer, and charged into the crowd. Every now and then, someone would shoot at Harley, but like a chosen one, she would easily or not easily dodge all the bullets aimed at her.

With the combined efforts of several people and Trevor's perfect command, the enemies lying in ambush on the beach were quickly wiped out.

The once-dark beach was now covered in dark red blood, resembling a scene of carnage.

"Snap!"

Two crisp sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The battle is over, but everyone reacts differently.

Deadshot removed the magazine from his gun and blew away the smoke from the muzzle, while Killer Croc devoured a human leg.

He seemed to be enjoying his meal very much and was very happy.

As for Brand?

After using his abilities to burn many people to ashes, this guy knelt on the beach, muttering something strange.

Colonel Trevor observed the current situation of Task Force X from the plane, and he was actually quite satisfied. Although the team hadn't shown much coordination during their first operation, at least the result was good.

However, there was one exception: the unfortunate Boomerang Captain. He'd had both legs shot off during the first clash and was now a pitiful cripple. Excessive blood loss had turned him pale, and he looked like he'd die any second.

(End of this chapter)