Please brace yourselves, comic book fans, for one hell of a dandy debacle devised by those feather-weight bruisers, Matt Kindt, Jason Masters, and Carlos Rodriques. Well, if you take a look at what they got up to in March, 2014, I'm sure even DC Comic's themselves would grab for the nearest first aid kit, pretty damn quickly, OUCH!

To QUOTE Confucius: 'When it is obvious that the goals cannot be reached, don't adjust the goals, adjust the action steps'.

Holy shit, Deadshot! Can you actually see what he's doing to them out there? Can you see how OMAC is kicking the living crap out of our pals in the Suicide Squad?

OUCH! That must hurt! Poor Papa-Shark has just been turned into a pez-dispenser. Thank God you and I are hiding within this... errr... wherever this is. Me. Harley Quinn. And you, the idiot I have to get the hell out of here with, just so Waller can tell us what to do next.

Huh? What's that you say, Deadshot? She wants us to do what? Inject ourselves with some sort of enhanc.... BANG! 

Overall I'd say 'Magic Bullet' was a fairly 'middle of the road' issue of 'Suicide Squad' to read.

Now I'm not trying to imply that it was a complete and utter car-crash, folks. Cause it wasn't. Matt Kindts action-packed story-line held together pretty well, despite some dodgy and inconsistent visuals from Jason Masters and Carlos Rodriques.

For instance, I did enjoy some of the more jovial scenes in this book. Like those between Floyd and Harley, or that one where Boomerang confronted OMAC and scarred himself shitless.

Furthermore, the twist at the end of this adventure was a right blast. Honestly. When Floyd started shooting everyone in the face, it really did make me stand up and take notice of what it was all about.

Oh! And before I forget, I best mention that tonally this tale was very suspenseful too. And this facet really hit home once all of the fight scenes were over and done with. 

At a rough estimate I'd say this comic book was two thirds action and one third plot, and in my eyes this has made it a rather soluble story to follow. Again, please don't get me wrong. It wasn't a total waste of my time. Although I would have preferred it a lot more if it's word-count rivaled its sound-effects.

I'm sorry for inflicting this on you, dear reader. But for the life of me, the more ironic part of my brain has forced me to pair-up this adventure with 'Don't Fight It' by Kenny Loggins & Steve Perry. May the Lord have mercy on my soul.

I feel compelled to compare this comic book to water-wings, because they're both only ever effective in a kiddie type situation.

Even though this might sound like a strange thing to say, I still feel the best thing to ever happen to this series is the announcement that DC Comics will be canceling it in the near future.

Well, if you think about it for a moment or two. This way DC can allow some time to pass before people can forget about this version of the Squad, before they can then re-hire and re-jig another version helmed by the main man himself, John Ostrander.

Wow! I see it now! John and the old gang back to the way things were. With Amanda a fuller figured woman whilst the rest of the gang are more like their earthier selves.

Deadshot. Bronze Tiger. Nightshade. Captain Boomerang. Rick Flag. Count Vertigo. Poison Ivy. Plus Father Cramer and the Belle Reve ground crew.... ohhhh.... shiver-shiver-shiver. Fingers crossed.