In the night, a helicopter carrying the Suicide Squad and Su Ming headed to Washington, D.C., in a government-announced visit, which was worthy of a chauffeured ride.
"Tell me, Harley, which Celestial Eye Association prison do you like best?"
Su Ming, bored in the cabin, asked the former psychologist who liked to talk.
Harley's answer was as expected, equally rambling and off-topic.
She said Beowulf Prison was too damp, Omega Prison lacked ventilation, and the new Celestial Eye Association headquarters prison was too desolate.
If she had to choose, she still preferred that warm apartment in Gotham City with an A name, where she always felt at home.
Death Shooter was a bit puzzled, he had never enjoyed such treatment. He was a mentally stable criminal and had only stayed in Black Gate Prison.
However, Harley, with the longest sentence among everyone, still had the right to speak. She was accused of 387 murders, almost impossible to get out of prison. She had escaped countless times and was caught by Batman or the Justice League and locked in many prisons and asylums.
Except for the Justice League's Static Prison—a place originally used to preserve gravely injured heroes in hopes that when technology advanced, they could receive treatment.
But later Batman invented another use for it, imprisoning the most vicious criminals.
Of course, Batman preferred not to hand his opponents over to the Justice League and would rather keep the Joker in his own dungeon.
Now, Su Ming was about to take a group of former criminals to visit Batman in the Hall of Justice, hoping Barry wouldn't be too thrilled to see Boomerang and Frost Killer.
Since they were acting under the guise of a government operation, the helicopter landed directly next to the fountain in front of the Hall of Justice, which still emitted a white glow at night.
"It's dazzling."
Boomerang took off his hat, scratched his greasy head vigorously, and raised his hand to shield his eyes.
Samurai Sword hadn't spoken much all day; she was Rick's partner, and Su Ming breaking Rick's leg made her very unhappy.
Harley didn't care about the reactions of the others; she skipped into the Hall of Justice, fascinated by the hero uniforms in the spacious and bright hallway.
Batman, Superman, Green Lantern, among others.
There were many replicas of these uniforms, but at the back, quite a few mannequins were empty. This was to encourage capable people to stand out as heroes and contribute to the cause of justice.
Seeing this, Harley's eyes lit up, and she immediately started undressing, wanting to put her tank top, shorts, and stockings on the mannequins.
But before she could lift her tank top, Mars Hunter suddenly appeared from the air, his blue cloak spreading like wings. It seemed he had been observing the group from a phased state.
"Miss Quinn, undressing in public is quite inappropriate, even if it's not public hours, but we have 24-hour surveillance here."
"But my old uniform is still in Gotham, right?" Harley asked confusedly, she wanted her uniform to stand with the heroes.
Mars Hunter couldn't read Harley's mind; it was full of chaos and madness. However, things were clear, and Ron didn't need psychic abilities.
"These uniforms are displayed here because of what their owners have done. If you want to put your uniform here, you need to do more for this world."
"Do more things..." Harley tilted her head, she seemed to understand a bit. She decided to help Little Red plant trees some days so that the world would be covered with plants.
Little Red had told her many things about the importance of greening. In Harley's view, this was the best thing for Earth!
Seeing Harley stop undressing, Ron turned his gaze to the others.
"Welcome to the Hall of Justice, a place where anyone with justice in their heart can freely come and go. I hope to see everyone here more often."
Death Shooter ignored this, while Captain Boomerang simply sneered.
People like them dare not think about tomorrow, let alone the future?
Ron slowly floated in front of the group, glancing at each person. But from the heads of each member of the Suicide Squad, he couldn't obtain any useful information. The only known fact was that Deathstroke had gained leadership of the Suicide Squad, and they were now following orders.
And the latest command was to visit the Hall of Justice.
Even someone as smart as Ron couldn't guess what Deathstroke was doing here without any intelligence.
But Ron was skilled in interpersonal matters; he believed Deathstroke's intentions would become clear in time. He didn't inquire about Su Ming's intentions but instead chose to lead the group on a tour.
Su Ming glanced at Harley's pale belly and sighed regretfully; if Ron had appeared a few seconds later, it would have been better.
But that's secondary; he came here just to await the unknown forces' attack on the Hall of Justice, to create opportunities for future negotiations.
Ron was very familiar with the items displayed in the Hall of Justice. No matter how bizarre, he could describe their origins.
However, the tour was more about Harley asking questions, and Ron responding to all kinds of outlandish questions.
Su Ming was observing every corner and direction along the way, without any anomalies.
It was as calm as stagnant water, the opposite of how it was during the day.
No matter; with sufficient authority, as long as he's with himself, Amanda won't blow up the squad members' heads. Even if they stay at the Hall of Justice, there should be no concerns.
Only he knew the entire plan and happened to be immune to psychic abilities. Mars Hunter must be quite helpless, right?
Shouldn't they quickly call Diana out and try some beauty tactics?
But Diana's beauty tactics were different from ordinary women; the ways Amazon Women displayed charm, Su Ming had already seen on Earth -11.
It would probably involve arm wrestling, weightlifting, or hunting competitions for fantasy creatures, right?
"Ron, why don't we go to the restaurant? We didn't have dinner before leaving." Su Ming stopped Ron, who was still explaining the function of a peculiar weapon, suggesting they find a place to rest.
Originally lost in the museum tour, Harley immediately raised her hand to agree when she heard about food.
"Sure, our Hall of Justice restaurant operates 24 hours, but it might have other patrons inside. If anything unexpected happens, please keep calm."
Mars Hunter planned to find Batman; leaving the Suicide Squad in the restaurant seemed like a good choice.
Su Ming laughed heartily, removing his helmet: "I'm curious who dares to act against my squad, those boy scouts? Deathstroke's classes are always open to newcomers..."
Ron sighed; this was precisely his concern.