"Report, sir," the bearded man raised his hand cautiously, "It's not that we don't want to use long-range attacks, but we don't have the right to launch missiles."
"Do we have to use missiles for long-range bombing?" Sherron glanced at him and said angrily, "Where's the plane?"
"We don't have bombers either."
"Return bombers? It's much more convenient and faster to drop bombs from a helicopter than to go into the sewer, right?"
"Uh... we don't have permission."
"It's okay. You didn't have permission before, but now that you've joined SSS, you have permission."
At this moment, another female subordinate wearing glasses saw a red exclamation point pop up on the screen in front of her, and then the red landline next to her rang. The female subordinate was frightened. She quickly reached out and picked up the microphone. After listening for a moment, her expression changed drastically. She turned her head and said tremblingly: "Director Waller, Minister Sherron, something happened at Arkham."
Five minutes ago, the secret underground cell of Arkham Asylum.
Harley Quinn stood at the door of Bruce's glass cell, holding a pen and writing and drawing quickly in her small notebook. Through this period of communication, Harley became more and more interested in Bruce. She could feel that this man named "Tom" was not telling the truth to her, and he must be full of big secrets.
However, Harley's visiting time was about to end. She looked at Bruce with some unsatisfied feelings, blew a kiss, and said with a sweet smile: "Then let's talk next time, Mr. Tom."
With that said, she was about to turn around and leave when suddenly the lights around her dimmed, then turned red and flickered. At the same time, thick gray mist spewed out from the vents, covering all areas of the asylum in the blink of an eye.
"Enemy attack, alert, enemy attack..."
The guards of the lunatic asylum picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted a few words before they were swallowed up by the smoke and soon lost their sound.
Bruce held his breath immediately, and quickly pulled off the sheets, blocking the ventilation opening of the cell to prevent the intrusion of smoke. After special training, he could hold his breath underwater for thirty minutes, but Bruce knew that poisonous gas could also seep into the body along the pores of human skin, so he could only pick up a blanket and wrap it around himself.
Although the effect is very weak, it is better than nothing.
At this time, the outside of the glass cell had been engulfed by the gray mist. No other objects could be seen and no sounds could be heard. Bruce knew in his heart that the psychiatrist named Harley Quinn should not have escaped death, but he did not have any equipment and could not go out to save people.
Just as Bruce was looking around, looking for a way to escape, there was a sudden "pop" sound of air pressure leaking, and the closed cell door slowly slid open to the side. Although Bruce rushed over immediately and tried to close the door again, the raging mist had already surged in.
Bruce felt his vision go dark, and for some unknown reason, a harsh woman's scream sounded in his ears, and then he fell into a coma.
I don't know how long it took, but Bruce opened his eyes in a daze, and a big face appeared in front of him, which made him tremble all over.
"Aha, my friend, you finally woke up." The other party laughed and stretched out his hand to pull Bruce up from the ground. "You almost missed the rave party, but the time was just right."
Bruce blinked and saw that the other person was a thin-faced guy who lived in the cell next to his. His name seemed to be...
"Jack!"
A pair of beautiful legs wearing black stockings appeared in front of Bruce's eyes. Bruce looked up along those beautiful legs, only to see a white shirt stained with blood and a face covered in heavy makeup.
"Harley Quinn?" Bruce was slightly surprised, "How did you become like this?"
"Baby Tom is awake too. That's great, so I don't have to work hard to wake him up with this big stick." Harley waved the baseball bat in her hand that was pitted and stained with blood and unknown pieces of meat. Smiling at Jack and Bruce, "Let's go, the new boss is going to give a speech."
"No problem, honey." Jack was obviously afraid of Harley, his tall and thin body carefully hid behind Bruce, and said with a dry smile, "My good friend just woke up and hasn't recovered yet. Wait a moment and I will take him to the venue."
"Okay, I have to call the others."
Harley waved her baseball bat and turned away.
Only then did Bruce have time to look around and found that there were prisoners in prison uniforms standing all around. All the prisoners in this lunatic asylum should have been released. It's just that the ground is also littered with many corpses lying on it, their heads smashed.
"Don't look at it, Tom," Jack tugged on Bruce's sleeve and whispered, "Their souls have not been purified, so their bodies were purified by Harley. You are almost the same. If you wake up later, In one minute, I won’t be able to protect you.”
Bruce felt that his head was swollen, shook his head vigorously, and turned to look at Jack: "Thank you, Jack."
"You're welcome," Jack grinned, "Who said we are friends...right, Tom, are we friends?"
"Of course." Bruce nodded and lowered his voice, "How did Harley become like this? Also, what happened to the so-called new boss?"
"Harley? Oh, that's her true appearance. I've seen it a long time ago. Haven't you noticed that she is more charming now than before?"
Jack looked at Harry with some fascination, who was smashing someone's head in the distance.
"As for the new boss, I haven't seen him before... Ah ha, by the way, let's go to the venue quickly, the carnival is about to begin."
With that said, Jack pulled Bruce towards the door.
The corridors were also filled with blood and corpses, most of them guards. Bruce just glanced at it and discovered keenly that the guns on these guards had disappeared, and it seemed that they had fallen into the hands of these prisoners.
Soon, faint cheers and screams came from a distance.
Across the corridor, a dazzling light was projected, causing Bruce to squint his eyes. When he finally got used to the light, he found that a spacious square came into view. A high platform was erected in the center of the square, and searchlights were erected around it, illuminating the square like daylight.
Only then did Bruce realize that day had now turned into night.
Standing on the high platform was a man in black wearing a raven hood, holding a long staff that shot out blue arcs of electricity. Behind him, there stood a guy wearing a tattered hood, holding a machete in his hand, and he was dressed like a scarecrow in a cornfield.
Bruce looked around carefully and found that there were many strong men in prison uniforms standing high up around the square, holding guns of different lengths in their hands, looking down warily. Obviously, these are the newly selected guards.
Bruce frowned. In this situation, he had a chance to escape, but if he wanted to leave with Jack, it was almost impossible. Although he didn't know why Jack wanted to help him, he could tell that Jack had no ill intentions towards him and really wanted to be friends with him.
"Please be quiet!"
While Bruce was thinking about countermeasures, the man in black and crow on the high platform suddenly shouted.
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I squeezed out the time code today, and will work hard to resume normal updates tomorrow.