People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 42 042. Very Cooperative
"You're obviously monitoring me, right? Just wait until I cause some big trouble one day, and then send me to Dream Prison as a helper."

Zhang San didn't need to think about what this woman was going to do to him.

"That's more or less the case, but Liotta didn't tell Waller about your magic space."

It was also for this reason that Waller thought that the 'honey' that kept Moon alive was in his own hands.

It may be that the 25 played a role, or it may be that after such a long time of understanding, Liotta and the others do not want to share more information.

In short, Amanda Waller now knows much less information than the few of them, and the knowledge of Zhang San's information is limited to superpower-like marksmanship, good reflexes and Seven's identity.

"I'm a good policeman who obeys the law. She just waits."

After two years as a police officer, Zhang San knows what to do and what not to do.

In a dream prison where various super-powered criminals and killers are imprisoned.

With a piece of information in hand, Amanda Waller went to meet an acquaintance because of his abilities.

"Five years of commutation allows me to spy on a woman who captured Deathstroke alive. Amanda Waller, are you okay?"

Standing in the same cell as Waller was a black man with a bald head and a beard, holding the information handed to him by the other party.

"I just asked you to monitor her, I didn't ask you to kill her." Waller said to him calmly.

"Oh! Surveillance! I see. Deathstroke was caught with a cane by a deaf man with bad eyesight."

The black man didn't give her any face when he spoke, and every word was mocking.

Waller looked at him calmly. He was not angry at the man's attitude. Instead, he added some benefits:

"Seven years of reduced sentence."

"No, no, no, I think you should just let me go. Then you want me to monitor her for as long as you want. How about that?"

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and the two also looked at each other in this room.

After a while, Waller raised the price again without changing his expression: "Ten years, you don't want to do a dead shot, I think someone is willing to do it."

There is no shortage of criminals in Meimeng Prison. She chose Deadshot because of her previous cooperation and his ability to observe from a distance.

Seeing that Waller had said everything to death, Dead She, who was only thinking about bargaining, looked at her and smiled: "Ten years, but I will not get close to this woman named Carla."

"Just do your job well."

The two sides reached a deal again, which is obviously much better than the death mission that Deadshot took last time.

Even if the target of the mission is a woman who caught the death knell alive, it would be easy for him to rely on his own advantages to just do surveillance.

An hour later, Deadshot boarded a private jet with his gear and rolls of operational funds.

Drip!

Hearing the horns of other cars honking behind him, Dead shot who had landed and was driving a black car stretched out a hand out the window and gave the other car owners a middle finger.

Then he was noticed by patrolmen.
However, the clever Deadshot found a police car following him all the time, and he instantly understood what was going to happen next.

So, until he drove out of the city, the police cars following him didn't catch anything wrong with him.

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Deadshot felt that he had to keep a low profile. His complexion was synonymous with danger and violence in the eyes of those policemen.

On the highway, whenever he drove past a parked state trooper vehicle, he would be stared at by the state trooper sitting inside.

"what happened"

What he didn't know was that because many wanted criminals had recently gone to remote towns, the state police patrolling the highways would pay special attention to some suspicious drivers passing by.

The time came to about ten o'clock in the evening.

Shishe just parked his car on the side of the road to take a pee, and when he came back, he saw a police car parked behind his car.

One of the two state police officers who got out of the car touched his taillights, and the other looked at the situation in the car.

He felt very funny, and raised his hands very cooperatively:
"Is something wrong, officer?"

Two burly state troopers walked over with a flashlight in one hand and put the other on their waists and asked, "Sir, is your car broken down?"

"No officer, I just stopped to pee."

"Well, can you show me your ID card?"

Sishe suddenly felt troubled, but he nodded and said: "No problem, officer, but my ID is stuck in my trouser pocket, can you let me reach for it?"

Seeing that the police officers nodded, Deadshot, who was illuminated by two super bright flashlights, was very careful, and very slowly reached out from his trouser pocket to take out the ID card that Amanda Waller had prepared for him.

One of the officers took it and got back in the car, where he was quickly out of the police car.

"Mr. Hawk, thank you for cooperating with our work."

"It's all right officer, so can I go now?"

"Of course, but I still have to remind you. There are a lot of wanted criminals on the road recently, so don't stop the car haphazardly."

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Now Deadshot finally knew what was going on along the way. It took him a long time because of this kind of thing.

After receiving the ID card from the other party, he smiled and replied, "Thank you, I know the police officer."

After getting back on the road, Deadshot never stopped the car again, and even if he wanted to pee, he found an empty bottle in the car to solve it.

It was slightly bright, and he finally drove the car to the small town of Evergreen, exhausted physically and mentally.

Entering the small town, I found a hotel that looked nice, and even lazily took a shower, and lay down on the bed to rest.

When the sun outside was shining with white light, a phone ringing pulled him out of his dream.

It was Waller who called, and she had already prepared a remote house in the small town for Deathshot.

"Don't test that policeman, don't let him find you."

Waller warned again, then hung up the phone.

laugh.
He wouldn't believe that a small town policeman's marksmanship could be better than his own, at most he would pretend to be a king in this small town with a super power.

Want to overtake someone who has a tie with Deathstroke in marksmanship?
10 minute later.

Dead shot drove his own black car into the most fringe housing area of ​​the town.

There is a lack of convenience stores, fast food restaurants, bars and women's dens here, so few people come here.

It is also because of these reasons that the housing prices in this housing area are terribly low.

He drove slowly in this housing area and found the house number Waller mentioned, 383.

While looking for a house, Deadshot also paid attention to the neighbors around, but most of them are aunts and uncles, and there are not many young people.

The vegetation here is also relatively dense, and he can use these things to retreat if he encounters any situation.

(End of this chapter)