"You're obviously monitoring me, right? Just wait until I cause some big trouble one day, and then send me to Dream Prison to be your helper."

Zhang San knew what this woman was going to do to him without even thinking.

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

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

It may be that the 250,000 yuan played a role, or it may be that after such a long period of understanding, Liotta and others did not want to reveal more information.

In short, the information Amanda Waller knows now is much less than what they know. The information she knows about Zhang San is limited to his superpower-like shooting skills, good reflexes and Seven's identity.

"I'm a good policeman who abides by 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 good abilities.

"The five-year commutation allows me to spy on a woman who captured Deathstroke alive. Amanda Waller, are you okay with your brain?"

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 understand, 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 he spoke was sarcastic.

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

"A commutation of seven years."

"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 of them looked at each other in the room.

After a while, Waller increased the pressure again without changing his expression: "Ten years, if you don't do it, 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 the other party's long-distance observation ability.

Seeing that Waller had said so much, Deadshot, 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."

The two sides reached a deal again, and this one was much better than the last fatal mission Deadshot took.

Even if the target of the mission is the woman who captured Deathstroke alive, it would be easy for him to rely on his own advantages and just do surveillance.

An hour later, Deadshot got on a private plane with his equipment and several rolls of operational funds.

Didi!

Hearing the horns of other vehicles honking behind him, Deadshot, who had already landed and was driving a black car, stretched his hand out the window and gave the other car owners a middle finger.

Then he was noticed by the patrol...

However, the smart Deadshot discovered that there was a police car following him, and he instantly understood what he would encounter next.

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

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Deadshot felt that he had to keep a low profile. His skin color was synonymous with danger and violence in the eyes of the police.

On the highway, whenever he drove past a state police vehicle parked on the roadside, he would be stared at for a long time by the state trooper sitting inside.

"What's going on..."

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 around ten o'clock in the evening.

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

One of the two state troopers who came out of the car touched the taillight of his car, 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 flashlights in one hand and the other on their waists and asked, "Sir, did your car break down?"

"No, officer, I just stopped for a while to pee."

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

Deadshot suddenly felt that he was in trouble, but he still nodded and said: "No problem, officer, but my ID is stuck in my pants pocket. Can you let me reach for it?"

Seeing the police officers nodding, Deadshot, who was illuminated by two super-bright flashlights, very carefully and very slowly reached out from his pants pocket and took out the ID card Amanda Waller had prepared for him.

One of the police officers got back into the car after taking it, and soon he got out of the police car.

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

"It's okay officer, so can I leave 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.

Taking the ID card from the other party, he smiled and replied: "Thank you, I understand, officer."

After getting back on the road, Deadshot never stopped the car again. Even if he wanted to pee, he would find an empty bottle in the car.

It was getting slightly brighter, and he was tired both physically and mentally, so he finally drove the car to the small town of Evergreen.

After entering the town and finding a hotel that looked good, Deadshot didn't even bother to take a shower and just lay down on the bed to rest.

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

The caller was Waller. She had prepared a remote house in the town for Deadshot.

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

Waller warned again and hung up the phone.

laugh...

He would not believe that a small town policeman could be better than him in marksmanship. At most, he would just pretend to be a king in this small town with a superpower.

Someone who is evenly matched with Deathstroke in marksmanship, wants to surpass him?

Ten minutes later.

Deadshot drove his black car into the housing area on the edge 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 for these reasons that the housing prices in this housing area are extremely 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 surrounding neighbors, but most of them were aunts and uncles, not many young people.
Chapter completed!