After attending the Democratic National Convention, an exhausted Hillary returned home.
When she turned on the light, she was startled to find her husband sitting in the dark.
Hillary jumped. "What are you doing?"
Clinton touched his nose and said seriously, "I'm thinking about a problem."
Hillary: "What problem?"
Clinton looked up. "I'm thinking, is the excuse your team is using to deflect really true?"
"What?" Hillary asked instinctively, then suddenly startled. "You mean... Trump really has Russian support behind him?"
"It's very possible," Clinton said thoughtfully. "And... I think we've all underestimated that idiot."
Bang!
Hillary suddenly exploded, slamming her bag to the floor. "That bastard!"
After cursing, her tone choked up, the grievances of the past few months rushing to her head.
Then, she forced the vulnerability back down. After taking a few deep breaths, she lifted her head with fierce eyes and snarled, "Whether this election succeeds or fails, I'll investigate this. If it really has something to do with that idiot..."
Clinton stood up and hugged his wife. "I'll help you. Now, let's go at it!"
Amid Hillary's exclamation, Clinton scooped her up in his arms.
And the seeds for the future "Russia-gate" explosion had been planted.
...
The next day.
Many pro-Democratic mainstream media outlets began heavily reporting negative news about Trump.
And this attack on Trump reached its peak during Hillary's public speech that night.
This speech was a bit special—not a live in-person address, but composed of various videos.
In the speech videos, clips attacking Trump were edited together, launching a full-scale assault on him across multiple themes: immigration, women, LGBTQ communities, minorities, and more. Each video even cleverly started with a grating sound of chalk screeching on a blackboard, also to heighten viewers' disgust toward Trump.
Finally, Democratic rising star, New Jersey Senator Cory Booker, ignited the atmosphere in the golden time slot, while political figure Cheryl Lankford kicked off the 10 p.m. golden hour with Trump's university scam story.
Following were heavyweight guests—US First Lady Michelle Obama, Senator Elizabeth Warren, Bernie Sanders—and finally, pushing the convention to its climax.
Yes, this was Hillary's counterattack against Trump.
...
With the US Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia officially confirming the nomination of Hillary Clinton to represent the party in the 2016 US presidential election on July 26.
The duel between Hillary and Trump officially began.
At the same time, Martin's new film Suicide Squad was also prepared for release.
Davis Moore was a typical corporate drone; at thirty-one, he was an insurance salesman. His daily work was exhausting, but the income was decent.
He had no girlfriend and liked going to those late-night bars and strip clubs for fun.
He felt that was fine—no need to waste effort pleasing someone; just spend money for ultimate enjoyment.
But tonight, staying home, he felt restless.
He'd heard the "Nightingale Club" had a new girl—a college student, even. Should he go check her out?
He sat on the sofa pondering.
At that moment, the TV in front of him suddenly blared a powerful BGM, followed by flashing images.
In a luxurious orange-lit restaurant, a black woman in professional attire, a general in military uniform, and a suited congressman were dining elegantly, seemingly discussing something.
Then the scene shifted to a gloomy, heavily guarded prison, with soldiers on high alert.
The images flashed again.
Warner, DC, Meyers Films logos appeared in sequence.
Then came a montage of cuts.
In the luxurious restaurant, the black woman chatted casually with the general and congressman. From their words, it was clear they wanted to form a special team to deal with unique criminals.
In the dim prison, soldiers brought out criminals one by one—sexy and beautiful Harley Quinn (Joker Girl), the bizarrely tattooed-face Chato Santana (El Diablo), bald-headed Floyd Lawton punching the wall (Deadshot), the steel-restrained Killer Croc, the Asian woman doing yoga on the prison floor (Japanese Swordswoman).
The images flashed again.
These people had changed out of prison garb into their own clothes, walking down a gloomy street lined with ruins on both sides.....
Followed by Deadshot firing and killing, Joker Girl wildly smashing with a baseball bat, the Japanese Swordswoman's sword lethally slicing enemies' throats in bloody scenes...
Davis Moore sat up straight.
"Hiss~, that blonde chick has a killer figure!"
"Fuck, this Asian woman's kills are so smooth!"
"What movie is this?"
Just as he wondered, boom boom boom boom, a series of metallic gleaming letters smashed onto the screen.
"Martin Meyers Production."
Boom boom boom boom.
"Suicide Squad"
Boom boom boom boom.
"August 4th Release."
Suicide Squad?
Davis Moore committed the name to memory.
July 28th.
At the San Diego Comic-Con, DC brought the latest trailer for their anti-hero film Suicide Squad, drawing plenty of comic fans' attention.
In major North American cities like New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Miami, Toronto, large Suicide Squad posters were plastered everywhere.
Among them, the "Joker Girl" and "Japanese Swordswoman" designs drew the most attention—one beautiful and sexy, the other heroic and poised.
At the same time, Martin's role as the "Joker" also stirred memories among many fans.
This was the first time in seven years Martin appeared before the public as an actor since Joker.
Martin's fans were instantly thrilled.
Even though Martin explained in interviews that he only had a small role in this film, it still couldn't stop his fans' burning desire to watch.
"Seven years—finally! Even if that bastard only appears for a second, I'll go see it."
"I thought Martin had retired to focus on directing; finally, I can see him on the big screen again, and as that classic Joker."
"I've already lined up to preorder tickets."
"Who's that Japanese Swordswoman? She's gorgeous, and her fights in the trailer are awesome."
"The Joker Girl attracts me the most—especially from behind."
Online, the hype was sky-high, with anticipation for the film maxed out.