On the rooftop of an apartment building in Coventry District, separated from Arkham District by a single body of water and facing it from afar.
A stern-faced man lowered the binoculars in his hand. He wore a blue maintenance worker's uniform.
He casually picked up the communicator and said in a low voice:
"Area secure. Prepare to move!"
An impatient voice came through the communicator. "Secure? My sixth sense is already telling me I'm about to die!"
"Shut up, you damn Aussie! If you dare spout nonsense over the general channel again, I'll blow your head off!"
The man shouted with a vicious expression. He was truly sick of these unruly criminals, but obeying orders was a soldier's duty!
Because he was Rick Flag, a textbook soldier.
And now, he was leading a team that did not officially exist, carrying out the orders of Amanda Waller, the CIA's newly appointed director.
They were to infiltrate a dangerous area and seek out classified intelligence.
This sort of mission was easy for him. He had carried out missions like this several times before, and this time, they even had a "guide."
It was just that the people he led this time were not battle-hardened, determined United States soldiers, but a group of... death-row inmates!
Filthy, ugly, depraved criminals!
To him, this was an insult. That black woman built like a gorilla could only come up with idiotic plans like this.
She had no idea what they would have to go through during a mission. She was treating soldiers' lives like a joke!
Though Flag was full of complaints, he would not voice a single one. Accepting missions and carrying them out was his purpose.
Even if his subordinates were criminals who needed bombs implanted in their brains to be controlled, he could