As the members of Task Force X carried out their fearless suicide mission, descending along ropes and through forcibly cut spiderwebs,
into the underground prison level.
Three thousand meters in the air, a transport plane bearing the MW Group logo opened its cargo bay.
More than a dozen containers, each fitted with enormous parachutes,
came whistling down through the sky, aimed at Belle Reve Penitentiary below. Several parachutists were descending alongside them.
"Otis! Everything's going smoothly!"
Deadshot pressed the microphone at his ear and shouted against the rushing wind, "I'll provide cover. Do whatever you want!"
Otis, dressed in a tailored suit with a parachute on his back and a protective mask over his face, did not answer.
He was a little afraid of heights, but he had jumped without hesitation.
Jason could not be allowed to die.
It was their promise to Miao Mu, and even more, their repayment and gratitude for the man who had never abandoned them since their first meeting.
"Otis, I'm going down first to seize the high ground!"
Deadshot shouted, then removed his parachute midair and glided through the sky in his wingsuit.
Toward the highest point of Belle Reve Penitentiary.
A team of snipers had occupied it.
The wingsuit made a faint sound as it glided through the air, and the snipers keenly sensed something.
Just as they looked up, Deadshot's storm-like barrage came screaming down.
A dense rain of bullets poured down.
In an instant, everyone on the high ground was wiped out. Deadshot flipped in midair and landed, rolling to disperse the impact.
Winding streams of blood covered the ground, pooling together.
They were not here to wine and dine. Deadshot bent down, picked up a sniper rifle from the ground, and immediately aimed below.
The gunfire had made those in