I become light in American comics

A door creaked open, and a man stood at the door. His shadow was cast very long on the floor by the light outside the door.

His name was Floyd Lawton, but he preferred to be called by his nickname at work.

Deadshot.

He is the best shooter on the planet, especially good at sniping, and is known to have perfect shots. Originally he still held the title of "The Best Killer in the World", but recently a madman who called himself "Death Knell" appeared in the industry.

That lunatic who was desperate for his life had done a few big deals that shocked the industry a while ago. There were even rumors that he himself said ruthlessly, "As long as the money is in place, even gods can't be killed." Many patrons praised the madman very much. Many people thought that guy was the best killer in the world.

Lawton disagreed with this.

He felt that the rumors were mostly exaggerated. One day he will get the chance to compete with that Deathstroke and tell everyone who is the best in the industry.

But not today.

Today he is here for a big order. He still doesn't know who the customer is, but he only knows that the other party is very generous and the advance payment is eight figures. This piqued Lawton's interest in the business, and he was happy to do it even for the advance payment.

But when he went to the designated location, he found that there was only a dark, empty room with no ghosts at all.

mischief?

But what kind of lunatic would spend so much money on a prank?

"I've been waiting for you, human."

A gloomy voice sounded in the darkness.

Deadshot turned his head following the sound and suddenly froze.

He saw a gorilla.

Yes, that's right, a gorilla. Huge, muscular, with a huge frame, thick skin, and dark, thick hair.

Lawton was stunned for a moment.

".You are a monkey."

"Ape!" The gorilla was annoyed, "Stupid humans can't always tell the difference."

"You're still talking"

"Of course I'm talking. Are you deaf or something?" The gorilla looked contemptuous.

"Well, my client is a talking ape."

Lawton is indeed a well-informed top killer, and he quickly accepted this setting.

Killer Rule 101, never care about your customer's background, as long as he gives you money, even if it's a talking orangutan.

"I heard you are the best killer." The orangutan narrowed his eyes, "Better not let me down, human."

"certainly."

Speaking of professionalism, Laodun immediately became confident and showed a cold and professional expression.

"You just need to tell me where and who to kill."

After a pause, he frowned and suddenly thought of something.

"Wait a minute, isn't my assassination target an orangutan? In that case, it may be a little difficult. Because in my opinion, all orangutans look similar, and I might not be able to recognize them."

The orangutan let out a loud "hum" and his nostrils shrank.

"Of course not. The great king wants to kill a human being. If he hadn't been too conspicuous in the human world, we would have taken action ourselves."

"You also have a king." Lawton frowned, "So is his name Caesar, and is he planning to conquer the earth?"

The orangutan looked at him expressionlessly.

"Okay, back to the mission. Who am I going to kill?"

"A human being in the city you call Midtown."

The orangutan dropped a small ball. The metal sphere rolled twice, emitting light on the floor to form a three-dimensional projection.

Lawton raised his eyebrows again.

An orangutan that can use high technology is even more magical.

In the projection screen was a handsome blond young man, wearing a lab coat, looking a little shy.

"Barry Allen from Midtown, a researcher at the Midtown Police Department's Criminal Identification Laboratory." The orangutan looked at Deadshot, "Can you do it?"

"I thought who you wanted me to kill was just a nobody."

Lawton chuckled confidently.

"The mission will be completed by this time tomorrow. Reward."

"Remuneration is not an issue. The king can promise you more than you imagine." The orangutan said coldly, "But don't underestimate the enemy too much. This human...maybe a little different."

"To me, there is no different person." Lawton smiled confidently.

Gotham's Batman is rumored to be a god. But Lawton had just met him once last month and felt that it was just like that.

What he said was so impressive, didn't he, the Deadshot, manage to escape even after his car was blown up and he was beaten?

It was just a month after I came back that I lay in the hospital with bandages and plaster all over my body.

Batman?

Ha, that's all.

“When a person is killed, he dies.”

Lawton drew his sidearm and turned it around confidently in his hand.

"As long as you know who the target is, anyone... is just a matter of one shot."

Any target targeted by Deadshot will die, without exception.

Can he still dodge my bullet?

"hope so."

The orangutan gave a dull grunt and retreated into the darkness.

"wait for your news."

Midtown, fast food restaurant.

"A cheese beef burger, a cheese burger, boneless fried chicken, crispy chicken nuggets, and give me a hot dog, a salad, a creamy mushroom pasta"

Barry Allen took out the menu and typed it out, and the clerk in charge of ordering wrote furiously on the paper. The writing speed was so fast that the tip of the pen seemed to draw an afterimage, but she still couldn't catch up with his speed.

A month ago, he was struck by a bolt of lightning in the laboratory. After spending a month bedridden and being pronounced by the doctor that he might never wake up for the rest of his life, he miraculously woke up a few days ago, fully recovered at a speed that even the doctors said was unbelievable, and was able to get out of bed and jump around. .

But after that, he always felt hungry these days.

"Well, that's all for now. Huh? Why are you wet?"

"Oh no. It's okay."

The clerk almost had cramps in her hands after writing down three pages. She was panting and brushed her hair that was stuck to her forehead with sweat.

"Confirm sir, are you waiting for a friend?"

Barry blinked.

"No, why?"

"Then," the clerk looked at the three-page paper filled with memories in wonder, "are you going to eat it alone?"

"Oh, yes. I don't know why I have a particularly good appetite recently."

The clerk opened her mouth.

Even if one person eats food for several people, it will still be high in oil and heat.

You call this a good appetite?

What's even more amazing is that this young man looks thin and a bit handsome.

How did he manage to eat like this without gaining weight?

Damn, I’m so envious.

The clerk went there with her book in hand.

However, Barry came to urge him after a while.

"Sorry, my things are not ready yet?" he asked with a frown.

The clerk looked at him in surprise and then at the time.

"Sir, although we are fast food, we are not that fast. It has only been thirty seconds."

"Only thirty seconds?"

Barry scratched his head.

"Why does it feel like it's been a long time? Anyway, please help me hurry up and do it faster. Do it faster."

As he spoke, he returned to the chair, but he felt uneasy as if there were thorns in the chair. Sometimes his left leg rests on his right leg, and sometimes his right leg rests on his left leg again. His knuckles are tapping on the table in a fast and unconscious manner.

A dinner plate was placed in front of him.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Barry looked up, surprised.

"Agent Williams?"

"it's me."

Shen You, who was wearing an "Agent Williams" vest, waved his hand and smiled at him.

"I happened to be passing by on errands nearby. I haven't seen you for a while."