The so-called advanced A.I. of the Court of Owls was nothing compared to gatron's sub-personality.
With gatron's ability tracking the direction of data transfers, and Professor X's sub-personality narrowing the search and seizing control of a target within that range—
it was far too easy.
Forcing both Professor X and gatron to act together was, in itself, already giving the Court of Owls a kind of honor.
The only problem was that gatron's sub-personality hated the idea of being in a wheelchair. He only agreed after Raymond promised that one day he would also bring him back to the world in his mories.
"I didn't expect the Suicide Squad in this world to have the shadow of the Court of Owls behind it…" Raymond thought with so surprise.
At first, his only intention had been to contact A.R.G.U.S., so Deadshot's sub-personality could fulfill his wish sooner. Google seaʀᴄh novelfire(.)net
But unexpectedly, he discovered Amanda, a high-level leader of A.R.G.U.S., was also part of the Court of Owls.
Across North Arica, the Court of Owls could never compare to A.R.G.U.S., a semi-official organization.
But in Gotham? A.R.G.U.S.'s influence was nothing compared to the Court of Owls.
That much was clear just from the fact that Amanda, head of A.R.G.U.S. in Gotham, also belonged to the Court of Owls.
If even the local leader of A.R.G.U.S. was one of theirs, then it wasn't hard to imagine how deeply Gotham's A.R.G.U.S. branch had been infiltrated.
In fact, it wasn't just A.R.G.U.S.
Looking at Gotham's underworld and upper world alike, there was almost no corner untouched by the Court of Owls.
If sothing seed untouched, it was only because no one had looked closely enough.
The mayor's wife, the police commissioner's secretary, mob bosses' financiers, mbers of congress from both parties… in short, the Court of Owls was everywhere.
For them, the only true headaches in Gotham ca from two people—Batman and the Joker!
One righteous, one chaotic, enemies to each other, yet with a common trait: neither could ever be controlled by the Court of Owls.
For everyone else, whether legal or criminal, the Court of Owls could always use so thod to force obedience, to make them fear.
But not these two.
Batman was simply too rich, living at a level where he desired nothing, impossible to bargain with.
The Joker was a madman—one mont he'd make a deal, the next he'd kill you without hesitation.
Yet now, with the mysterious organization Raymond had created, the Court of Owls would likely push Batman and the Joker down their threat list.
If they had a chance, the one they'd most want to eliminate would be this unknown organization.
But would Raymond care?
Once Deadshot's wish was fulfilled, he'd leave anyway. And even if he didn't leave, wiping out the Court of Owls would only take him minutes.
The reason the Court of Owls inspired fear was because they stayed in the shadows, seemingly everywhere at once.
The enemy was hidden, they were exposed—of course people feared them.
But with Raymond, it was the opposite. He was the shadow. To him, they were the ones exposed in the light.
If he truly wanted to, Raymond could uproot the Court of Owls in a single night.
The sa logic applied to Hydra.
Hydra could repeatedly make S.H.I.E.L.D. suffer and leave heroes helpless because they always hid in the dark.
Kill one and another would surface.
And worse—anyone by your side could be a Hydra spy, leaving you with no secrets at all.
But for Raymond, none of those problems existed—he was the one who held the true high ground of intelligence.
Whether in his original Marvel world or in this DC world, it was the sa.
Unless absolute power stood before him, no underhanded tricks had any real aning.
"Right now, the Court of Owls has no choice but to accept my conditions."
"And with this super 'local overlord' helping out, making Deadshot into Gotham's savior within a month shouldn't be too hard."
"Next, everything is ready—only one gust of wind remains, to sweep away Enchantress and the Joker…"
Watching the scenery rush past outside the window, Raymond felt utterly confident.
Two hours later, A.R.G.U.S. finally locked down Enchantress's location.
Rick received the intel and imdiately led Raymond and the others toward the target.
But halfway there, the convoy suddenly ca under heavy fire!
The fierce barrage forced Rick's n to fall back step by step, calling desperately for reinforcents.
"So, it finally begins…" Raymond, who had been waiting for this, didn't lift a hand to help.
He was waiting—waiting to see how it would unfold.
Soon enough, A.R.G.U.S. reinforcents arrived, driving the attackers off.
A fresh squad of armored vehicles then ca to escort Raymond and the team to Enchantress's location.
This ti, Harley Quinn still sat with Raymond in the sa vehicle, alongside an old acquaintance—El Diablo—and the uneasy Captain Boorang.
"Bloody hell! What's going on? Weren't we supposed to just deal with that witch? Since when were we taking heavy fire?" Boorang cursed.
El Diablo stayed silent.
He was never much of a talker, and even during the earlier attack, like Raymond, he hadn't made a move—just sat there looking like an ordinary man.
"Fufufu, wasn't it exciting?" Harley said, thrilled, without a trace of fear.
"It is strange, though. We're helping A.R.G.U.S. carry out their mission, so why would soone attack us out of nowhere…" Raymond mused.
"Isn't it obvious? Must be A.R.G.U.S.'s enemies trying to sabotage them," Harley guessed.
"No… I think it might have sothing to do with your Puddin'." Raymond said thoughtfully.
"Puddin'?"
Harley blinked, then suddenly realized. "You an, his target was actually just you?"
"What do you think?" Raymond asked back.
"Emmm… I guess it's not impossible. With Puddin's personality, hitting A.R.G.U.S. wouldn't bother him." She tapped her chin. "But he should already know you're not even scared of those nano-bombs."
"Sending common thugs to hit you… all it would do is rack up A.R.G.U.S. casualties. That doesn't sound like him—it'd be pointless. Unless…"
"Unless what?"
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