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Deadshot almost flew sideways.

He never got up again.

All nearby enemies have been cleared, and there is only one thing to do now. Watson broke Lawton's spine with one fist, then retrieved his weapon and ran away with him. Deadshot has a name no matter what, and Watson doesn't want to be found by Lannister because he was unconscious for too long when he was "eating people."

Retracting into a small corner, the tentacles protruded from the gaps in the armor and wrapped around the man's entire body. There are no last words or close-ups; Laughton is completely dissolved in a matter of seconds, just like the soldiers before him.

A flood of memory fragments suddenly flooded into my mind.

Mr. Deathstroke remained standing blankly. Under the armor, the black light body lost its original shape and began to change violently again. Within a few seconds, the armor seemed to fall apart and piled into a big ball on the spot. Of course, Watson doesn't have the energy to care about this for the time being.

Real name: Floyd Lawton.

Birthplace Gotham City, New Jersey, Commonwealth...Enlisted in the Army...Discharged...

Oh, I'm only 20 years old, I just debuted soon.

The inside of the armor was filled again, and Mr. Deathstroke stood up majestically again. Watson looked at his watch and saw that this upgrade only took less than 3 minutes.

Deadshot's life was short, but he left behind a lot of things, the most important of which was naturally shooting knowledge. Prior to this, despite having absorbed the combat experience of many soldiers, Watson still relied heavily on Clockwork Man's "feeling" talent when it came to using firearms. This cannot be said to be due to the lack of skill in Clockwork Man. After at least half a year of training, Watson feels that he can achieve perfect results.

But above this, there is a higher level of "shooting".

Commonly known as metaphysics.

Bullets that can bounce off various hard objects, and even bounce off multiple times and hit the target; they can accurately grasp the critical angle and time between multiple shaking obstacles, allowing the bullet to kill the enemy smoothly. In the battle just now, Death Shooter demonstrated such a shooting technique. But this is essentially a precision calculation result. If your brain can take into account every variable in a fraction of a second or even less like a ballistic computer, then the so-called "metaphysics"...

It's just simple geometry.

Apparently, Mr. Lawton's living brain is almost unique.

Watson's thoughts were interrupted by the approaching roar of a helicopter engine in the distance. He picked up the weapon again, took advantage of the cover of the house, and ran towards the nearby building.

To be honest, Watson had no regrets about killing Floyd Lawton, who looked like Will Smith, although according to the setting of the movie "Suicide Squad", the dead shooter's daughter was not released until 2004. will be born. But when dealing with an enemy, you don't have to consider whether he has a family. If such emotions appear on the battlefield, it will be extremely dangerous to yourself or your teammates.

The most important thing is that Lawton has the abilities he needs.

Since entering the mercenary business, Watson has gradually realized the magic of the American comic world. From North America to Western Europe, Central Africa, and now the Balkans, mercenary organizations of all sizes are spread all over the world, and going up a level, there is obviously something similar to a community of interests. As for killers, it's the same. In fact, killers and mercenaries can be confused with each other in many cases. The more disorderly the area, the smaller the difference between the two.

Lawton's memory fragments also confirmed that the area where he received orders has become wider and wider in the past two years, far beyond the scope of the original city. To be fair, if I had this kind of marksmanship and even served as a member of the federal special forces, where would I be able to sneak around in the world and not make money? If it's not necessary for the plot, why bother hanging out with that Batman in Gotham City?

......

"No response from the sniper team, over."

They're finished.

The commander gave up the call and turned to call several soldiers surrounding the overturned armored vehicle: "Are you ready?"

Ga————!

A soldier used a shovel to open the door open: "Is there anyone alive inside? Sir, I don't want to question you, but this poor thing was at least concentrated fire by two heavy machine guns for more than ten seconds. No one can survive in this situation." Survive.”

"No, he can."

"So this is our secret weapon?" The soldier knocked hard on the deformed door bolt: "I knew it. No wonder this BTR joined in halfway. Doesn't it want us to know who is sitting inside?"

"Just pry open the door quickly and don't ask any questions." The commander slapped his forehead, which was covered with mud, and a communication suddenly came in: "Tombstone is calling the Beta team. Reinforcements will be in place within 3 minutes. Deadshot failed. We’ll do it the old-fashioned way, find out where Deathstroke is, and let the artillery team and air strike team take him down, that’s it.”

The man turned his head and looked at the armored vehicle, and was silent for a few seconds: "I got it, so does he still want to get on?"

"Who?"

"The one in the car."

This time it was the opponent's turn to be silent, and the commander added: "To be honest, Levin, you know I never like this. I've watched that dead shooter at least for a while, and I know that his marksmanship is very good. I also understand how the soldiers should cooperate and make arrangements. But I know nothing about the guy in the car! Are you sure a bomb remote control can control him?"

"First, it wasn't a bomb. Second, you weren't the only one holding the remote control."

Levin's voice sounded again: "This guy's identity is relatively sensitive. Knowing too much will not do you any good. Just think of this guy as a traitor to the military. Remember what I said last night, even he can do it together if necessary." Drop it, do you understand?”

"......Row."

Looking at the car door that finally opened, the commander ended the communication.

A strong man in black tights got out of the car. He wore a black leather hood and long chestnut-brown hair. The strong man had no other weapons and only held a black buckler in his hand. What was even more eye-catching was that he was taller than the soldiers around him. He stood in front of him, and the pressure suddenly hit his face.

Like a fighter.

"Well, his codename is 'The Wrestler'."

The commander stepped forward: "He will walk in front of the team and provide us with cover. Do you understand?"

"Cover? Just rely on that small shield?" A soldier tilted his head, but was immediately slapped by his companion and quickly shut his mouth. The commander didn't care. He turned to look at the strong man and threw him a tactical headset: "Do you need some weapons?"

"No need." The strong man said something in Russian.

The reorganized soldiers began to move forward. After the fierce battle just now, there were now less than 15 people left in the team, and all the infantry fighting vehicles and armored vehicles were destroyed. It was only a hundred meters away from the original location of the sniper team, but everyone was already tensing up, fearing that Deathstroke would attack from that corner.

As for the commander himself, the pressure is even greater.

He could hear that after losing Deadshot, Chief Levin no longer expected Team Beta to complete its mission. Although this is also within the scope of the emergency plan, and the situation is not completely out of control, it also means that β needs to know the target location in case Deathstroke decides to escape temporarily after observing reinforcements. The mode of modern warfare has long changed. Even if these soldiers from the former Soviet Union can cover them with firepower, there is no need to charge into battle. Doing so now is undoubtedly the most dangerous situation.

"Be vigilant."

The high heart rate made it difficult to breathe. The man squeezed the handle of the gun tightly, and saw a cold light from the corner of his eye, and a needle-like sting suddenly exploded across his entire back. He didn't have any other thoughts in his mind. At this moment, he just wanted to lie down on the spot and avoid this fatal bullet. However, the next moment, there was a strong impact on his chest, and the commander realized that he had hid too late.

"9 o'clock direction!!!"

"Commander is down!!! Repeat! Commander is down!!"

"Suppressive fire! Quick!!!"

Lannister soldiers immediately rushed around and opened fire at the window of a double-story building on the left.

......

boom!

Watson held the Barrett M82 and fired another shot, shooting directly through the soldiers hiding behind the wall. Thanks to the memory fragments of the sniper team and Deadshot, he knew who the team commander was. Now that the commander is dead, the team's command system will be temporarily confused. You can just rush in and kill them yourself. They won't even have time to call for helicopter reinforcements.

But who is that strong man?

Watson frowned as he looked at the guy dressed like a leather-clad wrestler charging towards him in the scope. He tried to fire three shots at the opponent, but the guy blocked all the attacks by waving his shield as if he could predict the trajectory. This feeling can't help but remind people of one person, that is Captain America.

That's too late.

Seeing the strong man in leather clothes jumping over the fence, Watson picked up the RPK light machine gun in his left hand and fired, and pulled out the extended Nepalese army knife with his right hand. Sure enough, as he expected, although the dense bullets occasionally grazed the edge of the shield and hit the man, they did not cause the expected damage.

A black shield spun towards his face.

Watson turned aside and dodged. He knew it was not over yet. The next second, there was a sound of metal collision behind him. He tilted his body again, and the shield directly grazed his ribs and flew towards the wrestler. This is almost exactly the same trick that Steve usually uses. Watson tightens the handle of the knife and prepares to face this opponent who is suspected to be a clone of Captain America.

Wait, if it was the Soviets who did it, then there does seem to be one...

The man's body is close!

Bang!

Deathstroke's iron fist hit the black shield head-on, and a layer of dust was thrown up from the ground. In this punch, Watson used almost all his strength, hitting the small shield with tons of force, but the man just sank his arm and his whole body stabilized. Watson was not in a daze. He swept forward with his right hand and slashed the opponent's left knee with the Nepalese saber.

The blade penetrates the flesh.

This move was too fast, and the man could not completely dodge it, but he did not pay attention to the sword. With his free right hand, he grabbed the fist that Deathstroke struck on the shield. With an angry roar, the heavy armored man was forced off the ground and crashed into the wall beside the wrestler.