Granny's fist came crashing down, the wind from it stinging people's faces.
If its fist came any closer, Tel-Rol's head would be directly smashed.
In the square, Harley and Deadshot simply turned their heads away, not daring to look.
In the control room, Waller stared at the screen, her hands clenched tightly, a grin almost reaching her ears.
But Granny's fist stopped.
It just hung there in mid-air.
It was stopped by the single finger Tel-Rol extended.
Fingertip against the fist.
Whoosh—!
An invisible gale erupted between the two.
Behind Tel-Rol, whether it was the wall or anything else, everything shattered into dust.
Only the spot where he stood remained intact.
Deadshot sharply turned his head back, his eyes wide with shock.
"Ho… ho… how… how… is… that… po… possible?"
Granny's mind completely stopped working.
It didn't understand what had happened.
It wanted to pull its hand back.
But it couldn't move.
Let alone pull its hand back, it felt as if its entire body was being pressed down by something, unable to even move a pinky finger.
All its strength seemed to have suddenly vanished.
Tel-Rol looked at the huge creature in front of him, feeling a bit disappointed, having expected this behemoth to be stronger.
He raised his other hand and pointed to his temple.
"Here, is a fool."
He then pointed to Granny's fist.
"Here, is brute force."
A small white dot lit up on the tip of Tel-Rol's finger that was pressing against the fist.
The light dot was initially about the size of a pinhead.
But its brightness was so intense that it made people unable to open their eyes.
Tel-Rol's voice was calm.
"Watch closely."
"This is how power is used."
As soon as he finished speaking.
He gently poked his finger forward.
"Pop."
A dazzling white light instantly drilled into Granny's fist.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The white light traveled along its arm, to its shoulder, and then pierced through the center of its chest.
Leaving a fist-sized black hole in the alloy wall dozens of meters behind it.
Granny froze completely.
It lowered its head and looked at its cracked fist.
Then looked at the small, still smoking hole in its chest.
The most terrifying monster in this prison, the one known as the immortal Solomon Grundy.
Its source of power was gone.
"Clang—!!!"
The giant fell backward like a wooden stake, stiff and straight.
Its heavy body crashed to the ground, shaking up dust across the entire square.
The entire square was silent.
On the western wall, Captain Boomerang, who had just woken up, happened to see this scene, his mind twitched, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted again.
Deadshot retreated step by step until his back hit the wall, then slid down the wall to sit on the ground.
He looked at the man standing in the dust and swallowed hard.
In the central control room, there wasn't even a sound of breathing.
Everyone stretched their necks, their eyes almost popping out.
That was Solomon Grundy!
A monster that required an army just to barely catch, and couldn't be killed!
And he was… just… poked to death by a glowing finger?
Amanda Waller's excitement completely froze.
She stared blankly at the screen.
Watching her proudest trump card.
Lying on the ground.
Tel-Rol raised his hand and blew on his fingertip, as if there was dust on it.
He turned his head, his gaze piercing through all the walls and obstacles.
Landing precisely on the central control room.
On the obese woman whose face was darker than the bottom of a pot.
Amanda Waller.
Tel-Rol grinned in her direction, smiling.
He didn't make a sound, mouthing each word.
"Your—toys—are—not—durable."
In the square.
"Clatter."
Harley Quinn's baseball bat fell to the ground.
She stared blankly at the man through the swirling dust.
Watching him blow on his finger.
Watching his wicked smile.
The next second.
Harley clasped her hands to her chest, her eyes no longer seeing anything else, directly turning into two continuously spinning pink hearts!
"Oh! My goodness!"
A scream pierced the silence.
"That was so cool!!"
"That was f***ing cosmically invincible spiral explosively cool!"
She jumped wildly on the spot, waving her arms and legs towards Tel-Rol.
"I declare!"
"He's a million times cooler than Puddin'… No! He's a million times cooler than all the puddings in the world combined!"
"Girls! I unilaterally declare, I'm in love!!"
In the control room.
Amanda Waller was shaking like a sieve.
That silent mockery was more unbearable than a hundred direct insults.
Pride, anger, calculation… now all turned into fear.
All her trump cards, all her years of effort… under that one finger, had become a joke.
She tried to sit back in her chair, but her legs gave out, and she slid directly from the edge of the chair to the floor, landing on her bottom.
"No… impossible…"
She sat on the ground, muttering incessantly.
Her subordinates around her were too scared to move, none daring to come and help her up.
Waller scrambled to her feet, using both hands and feet, to grab the phone on the table.
Her hands were shaking too violently, she couldn't hold the phone, and it fell to the ground.
She picked it up again, clumsily, and shakily dialed the number she least wanted to call.
The phone rang only once before it was answered.
A man's voice came through, very steady.
"Waller?"
"Strange, you actually called me."
Amanda Waller gasped for breath.
She stared intently at the man on the screen.
Squeezing out a sentence through clenched teeth.
"Nick Fury…"
"I f***ed up."
"Now, I'm trading the most valuable combat footage Belle Reve has ever had…"
"For a piece of information from you—"
She pointed at the devil on the screen.
"What… what in the hell is this thing?!"
At the same time.
On the other side of the Earth, in a massive mothership floating above the clouds.
A one-eyed man with a black eye patch was looking at the screen in front of him.
On the screen, a black-haired man had just kicked a burly man with a crocodile head into the wall.
He slowly put down his half-eaten tuna sandwich.
His expression, his brows furrowed.
"Motherf***er?"