Gotham Dark Godfather

The two fell into a stalemate, each wanting to kill their opponent as quickly as possible.

"I won...sinner" the Death Angel gritted his teeth and said: "Although you severely injured me...I was favored by the Holy Light at that time, and my body will gradually recover, even if you chop me a few more times... No one will die...On the contrary, you, with a knife on your neck, can cut off your head completely by just pushing it a few centimeters. By then, even if you have extraordinary abilities, you will not be able to continue fighting."

There is indeed some truth to these words. At least for now, although Deathstroke stabbed his opponent in the abdomen, his neck was also exposed to the broad sword of the Angel of Death. If they competed with each other, at least Deathstroke would be in a more deadly situation.

Unexpectedly, after hearing the words of the Death Angel, Deathstroke showed a disdainful smile on his face, as if he had heard some silly joke.

"Humph, you guy... you don't know anything at all." Deathstroke said with a sarcastic smile: "You only stare at other people's weapons to make decisions, but forget what you are using... In this competition, you will win from the beginning. That person is me”

The Angel of Death was stunned when he heard this, and then immediately discovered what Deathstroke was talking about.

The broadsword in his hand is a heavy sword used on medieval battlefields. It is specially used to break through the strong armor of knights. It can even be used as a severing sword to cut down the cavalry's mounts.But this also makes the blade of the broadsword not sharp, and can even be described as rough.After all, weapons that are too sharp on the battlefield may break in a few rounds when facing heavy armor and cavalry.

Just now, the Death Angel relied on this characteristic to almost cut off Deathstroke's saber.But now if you want to compete to see who can cut off the opponent's body first, then the test is the sharpness of each other's weapons.But in this way, Death Angel's weapon has become a disadvantage. The broad sword has almost no edge. Without acceleration, it is difficult to compare with the sharp saber. This is why Deathstroke dared to clamp half of his face just now. The reason for the broad sword.

After thinking about this clearly, the Angel of Death quickly wanted to draw his sword, but he couldn't move it at all. Deathstroke, a ruthless man, fought hard with all his teeth to hold the sword between his head and shoulders to prevent it from moving. Every cent.

"You know, the so-called immortality has no meaning. The fundamental factor that determines everything on the battlefield is whether you can see six directions from a distance and listen to the lines of the mystery of heroes and heroines from all directions." Deathstroke spit out blood and said word by word. At this moment His eyes were already red with blood, his pupils were all red, and he looked like a rampaging beast.

After saying the last word, Deathstroke roared, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased. The saber in his hand cut through the sky, and actually cut the Death Angel in half, cutting off half of his body.

There is certainly an element of saber-sharpness in this, but more of it is the result of Deathstroke's keen observation and mental calculations.

As early as the beginning of the fight, Deathstroke had severely injured the Death Angel's abdomen, leaving a huge wound there. Although it recovered a little due to its powerful self-healing power, the wound was still there.Therefore, when Deathstroke attacks the opponent's abdomen again, combined with the trauma left before, he can easily cut him in half.

To put it simply, no matter how fierce the battle is, Deathstroke always remains calm and keenly observes any possible flaws. Compared to the Angel of Death who only chants Holy Light Blessing but relies on instinct to fight, I don’t know how high he is. .This battle between the undead would be decided so quickly.

Although the Angel of Death was cut in half, Deathstroke's situation was not much better. No matter how ineffective the broad sword was, it still caused a lot of damage. At this moment, Deathstroke's neck was covered with scars and blood kept pouring out, so he had to take a breather. They will all choke on the blood.

Deathstroke fought several people. Even though he was very skilled, he was also covered in injuries. He could no longer hold on. He slumped to the ground and struck the ground with his sword. He wanted to rest for a while. Who knew that as soon as the saber touched the ground, he immediately fell to the ground. Broken in two.It can be seen that the battle just now has reached its limit and cannot be used anymore.

"Damn it, what kind of background does this Zhou Hao have to have such a monster under his control..." Deathstroke said secretly in his heart, while looking at the Death Angel still wriggling on the ground, this guy was struggling, as if he wanted to find himself The lower body seemed to be cut in half without much threat.

"No, now is not the time to be lazy. No matter what, we must settle the matter before Zhou Hao's troops arrive," Deathstroke said through gritted teeth, while resolutely taking out a few syringes from his arms.

肾上腺素

When mercenaries perform tasks, injections of stimulant drugs, which are used only as a last resort, will speed up breathing, increase heartbeat and blood flow, thereby providing sufficient energy for physical activities, making the human body's own reactions more agile, and even It can bring the dying person back from the brink of death.But on the contrary, the side effects of this drug are also very serious. A little improper injection of dosage will cause the user to fall into unbearable pain afterwards.Therefore, it is usually used by mercenaries when they are in desperate situations of running out of ammunition and food.

At this moment, Deathstroke obviously had no worries about the future. Without saying a word, he pierced all the needles into his heart, gritted his teeth and pushed the needle inside into his atrium.

"Uh"

With a shrill roar, Deathstroke lay on the ground with veins popping out all over his body. The pain and discomfort caused by the potion boiled throughout his body, and the convulsive feeling made him vomit out all the bile in his stomach.But his exhausted body quickly regained its fighting strength, and the fatigue just now was swept away.

"The game...is not over yet"

Deathstroke stared with red eyes, said with a ferocious expression, and then quickly chased after Zhou Hao in the direction where he had just escaped.

.......

.............

At this moment, Black Canary led Poison Ivy and her party to the warehouse where the TV station stored valuables, and at the same time locked the door tightly from the inside.

"Don't worry, this place has been reinforced to prevent theft and is specially used to store valuables." Black Gold Bird said carelessly: "You just need to wait here for a while, the police will come soon. When the time comes, the one who calls What... Deathstroke’s guy is not a threat at all. Just don’t worry.”

Poison Ivy glanced at the unconscious Zhou Hao, sighed, and just wanted to say thank you.Unexpectedly, a burst of noise was heard outside the door, and then, someone kicked Kumen hard, making a deafening sound.

"What is this..." Black Golden Bird was stunned for a moment. This place was extremely remote. He had just hid. Could it be that his opponent had already found the door?

It's a pity that Black Gold Bird couldn't help but think about it. The strong door of the warehouse was immediately punched hard. The force was so strong that even the mark of a fist appeared on the all-metal facade.

"Ah, how is it possible? This is a specially reinforced metal gate. With the power of just one person...it's impossible..." the black and golden bird said dumbfounded.

At this time, people outside seemed to feel what was going on inside. Immediately, fists like raindrops hit the door. The originally smooth facade continued to appear one after another with fist marks. In less than 20 seconds, this solid The door was torn open by someone's hands.

I saw a guy with gray hair and a ferocious face appearing at the door. His only one eye was looking at the people inside coldly.

"Zhou Hao is indeed here. My analysis is correct." Deathstroke said slowly: "Now, do you have any last words to say?"