Bonebreaker's fist came with a vicious wind, smashing towards Tel-Rol's back of the head.
The prisoners in the jail all showed excited and cruel light in their eyes.
They seemed to have already seen the scene of the invader's brains splattering.
However.
The fist stopped.
It was less than a centimeter away from the back of Tel-Rol's head.
A finger.
A seemingly ordinary index finger, casually extended from behind Tel-Rol.
It precisely pressed against Bonebreaker's fist, which was as large as a pot.
The wind stopped.
The sound disappeared.
Time seemed to have been paused.
The ferocious expression on Bonebreaker's face froze.
All of his strength, enough to crush a small car, was continuously pouring out.
But that finger remained motionless.
At the same time, deep within Belle Reve Penitentiary.
Inside a special observation room.
The members of Task Force X were observing everything happening in Sector A through a huge one-way bulletproof glass.
"Oh, oh, oh, there's a good show to watch!"
A woman with pigtails, chewing bubblegum, excitedly slapped the glass.
She was Harley Quinn.
Beside her, a muscular man with skin like a crocodile let out a low growl.
He was Killer Croc.
In the corner, a man in a trench coat, playing with a boomerang in his hand, nervously licked his lips.
He was Captain Boomerang.
And standing at the very front was a man wearing a tactical mask with calm eyes.
Floyd Lawton, codenamed "Deadshot."
A high-tech tactical scope covered his right eye.
The moment Bonebreaker threw his punch, the data on the scope scrolled rapidly.
Target: Bonebreaker
Strength assessment: Peak punch force 5.3 tons
Speed assessment: 12m/s
When he saw that finger.
The scope's analysis system instantly overloaded, emitting a string of garbled code.
Floyd's brain also crashed for a moment.
5.3 tons of impact force.
Stopped by one finger.
The other party didn't even turn his head.
This meant that the finger, no, the entire body of that person, its structural density and strength, had already surpassed any metal he knew of.
What the hell kind of monster is this?
Inside the prison block.
Tel-Rol finally noticed the movement behind him.
He was a little impatient.
"So noisy."
He lightly bent and then flicked the index finger that was pressing against the fist.
The movement was understated, like flicking away a fly.
"Bang!"
A dull thud.
Bonebreaker's massive body flew backward at three times the speed he had charged in.
"Boom!!!"
"Boom, boom, boom—!!"
Five consecutive loud bangs.
His body, over two meters tall, successively smashed through five special alloy walls used to separate the prison blocks.
Like a pile of mud, he was deeply embedded in the main load-bearing wall at the deepest part of the prison.
A human-shaped hole was left on the wall.
Bonebreaker hung there, his limbs twisted at a strange angle, completely silent.
The entire Sector A fell into deadly silence again.
All the prisoners opened their mouths wide, staring blankly at the five huge holes lined up on the walls.
And at that man, who had only extended one finger from beginning to end.
In the observation room.
Harley Quinn's bubblegum popped with a "snap."
She pressed her entire face against the bulletproof glass, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with countless shining stars.
"Wow!"
She let out an exaggerated exclamation.
"That hit!"
"A million times cooler than my Puddin' smashing people with a hammer!"
Harley turned her head, her eyes curved into crescents.
"I like him!"
Captain Boomerang, next to her, swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
He felt like he might wet himself.
Central Control Room.
Amanda Waller stared intently at the main screen.
Her hand, holding a coffee cup, trembled slightly.
The cup and saucer clinked, making a crisp "clack" sound.
Her proud "Hell's Gate."
The strongest cage in the world, which she had built with countless efforts and money.
In front of that man, it was as fragile as a paper toy.
The roof, stomped through.
The strongest prisoner, flicked away with a finger.
This feeling of complete loss of control made Waller's back break out in a cold sweat for the first time.
She felt humiliated.
And she felt a long-forgotten fear.
Waller slammed the coffee cup onto the control panel, coffee splashing everywhere.
She suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and growled into her earpiece, her voice filled with suppressed fury.
"Task Force X!"
"All units deploy!"
"Order: Capture the invader alive! Repeat, alive!"
Her voice, through the encrypted channel, clearly reached the ears of every team member.
"Remember."
"The bombs in your necks are not decorations."
Sector A.
After clearing this fly, Tel-Rol finally felt a bit of peace.
He flexed his fingers, feeling somewhat bored.
Just then, he sensed several new presences.
Slightly stronger than the cannon fodder from before.
They were rapidly approaching from different directions.
Tel-Rol's gaze pierced through layers of walls and ceilings.
He bared his teeth and smiled.
"Finally, some decent appetizers have arrived."
He couldn't be bothered to play hide-and-seek with these "appetizers" in this small tin can.
Tel-Rol's body floated slightly upward.
The next second.
He transformed into a white streak, soaring into the sky.
He flew directly out of the huge circular hole he had just stomped through.
He hovered above the central plaza of Belle Reve Penitentiary, bathed in the cool moonlight.
Like an audience member waiting for the actors to take the stage.
"Creak—"
Around the plaza, four heavy alloy gates slowly rose simultaneously.
Deadshot walked out from the eastern gate, checking the wrist cannon on his wrist as he went.
Harley Quinn skipped out from the southern gate, carrying a baseball bat and humming an off-key tune.
Captain Boomerang, gripping his weapon, peered out from the shadows to the west, his gaze restless.
And beneath the northern gate, heavy footsteps and rough breathing sounds could be heard, as Killer Croc's massive body brought an intense sense of oppression.
The four appeared from different directions, surrounding the open space in the center of the plaza.
They simultaneously looked up at the hovering figure in mid-air.
Tel-Rol's gaze swept over the four of them one by one.
Like he was picking goods in a market.
Finally, his gaze stopped on Deadshot.
The man had the strongest scent of gunpowder about him.
Tel-Rol beckoned to him with a finger.
"You."
"The one with the gun."
"Let's see whose is faster, your bullet or my finger."
Deadshot's eyes beneath his mask turned cold.
He was the world's number one assassin.
Countless people had died by his gun.
No one had ever dared to provoke him in such a way.
Floyd Lawton raised his wrist, the dark muzzle of his cannon aimed at Tel-Rol's forehead.
He didn't say a single word of nonsense.
He pulled the trigger.
"Whoosh—!"
A depleted uranium armor-piercing round, personally modified by him, capable of penetrating the frontal armor of a tank from three thousand meters away.
It tore through the air with a spiraling fiery glow.
Flying straight towards Tel-Rol's forehead.