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"Wow~"

The pouring rain fell from the clouds, hitting Jino's cheeks and sliding down his chin.

The claws raised their hands silently, tilted their heads like real owls, and made a "coo" sound in their mouths.

In the manor at this moment, Dr. Harleen was also frightened by this extremely weird scene and stood still.

In the rain curtain, the two sides were clearly facing each other.

A group of sharp-clawed assassins surrounded Jino. Judging from the number of people, even one person with one knife could chop the figure into pieces.

"Boom~"

Another thunder sounded from the clouds, and then a bolt of lightning pierced the night. The sound was like a signal from the referee on the field.

"Shh!"

A group of Claw Assassins rushed towards Keno.

They have a tacit understanding of division of labor and act quickly.

"Qiang!"

The assassins raised their right hands clasped with iron gauntlets.

then.

"Cuckoo!"

They made sounds similar to those of owls, and the sharp blades in their hands stabbed the figure from all directions.

"Oh, God!"

Harleen's eyes widened in the room. She tremblingly took out her mobile phone from her pants pocket and planned to call the police.

The sharp blade broke through the raindrops and cut graceful traces in the air towards Jino.

"Snapped!"

A sound like gold and iron colliding exploded on the rainy night.

Harleen rubbed her eyes. She believed that she saw it correctly. The sharp claws on the hands of the assassins slashed a series of sparks on Jino's body.

The assassins didn't kill him with a single blow, and jumped back smartly again. Taking advantage of the gap to distance themselves, they threw the flying knives in their hands to attack Jino.

The flying knife cut through the rain curtain and hit the man of steel.

"Littering is not a good citizen of Gotham."

The heavy rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Jino didn't plan to stand in the rain again. Although it was cool to do so, the feeling of his clothes getting wet from the rain was not pleasant.

Jino only moved slightly, and in the next moment, his hands were filled with a pile of sharp flying knives.

Harleen in the room was even more suspicious of her eyes. The flying knives thrown by the assassins fell into Jino's hands like magic.

And looking at the flying knife held nonchalantly in one hand, it seems that he is not afraid of being cut by the blade on his palm.

The assassins seemed to be surprised by this strange scene, but they did not pause. They still drew the samurai swords behind them and silently launched a second round of charge and assassination.

"Let me see which one I kill first."

Jino watched the swarm of claws rushing toward him. He picked up a throwing knife in his hand and pointed it at the assassin closest to him.

"Shh!"

Gino threw the throwing knife.

next moment.

"Oh!"

Similar to the sound of a torpedo exploding in the water and detonating in the rain curtain, the thrown flying knife exploded into the rain curtain and pierced the head of a sharpclaw with a terrifying impact.

With the help of terrifying power, the flying knife was turned into a Barrett bullet by Gino, and the head of a sharp-clawed assassin was blown into pieces of fleshy debris flying in the sky.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Jino kept throwing the flying knives in his hands. He only needed to aim at the target and shake his wrist slightly, and the flying knives would turn into precise bullets and blast the heads of the claw assassins.

It was not that the assassin raised his knife to block, but the result was that the flying knife collided with the samurai sword and shattered together, and then turned into countless metal fragments and pricked the clawed assassin's face.

In the assassin's manor.

As the number of flying knives in Jino's hand became less and less, the claw assassins who rushed towards him fell one by one.

There is no doubt that this is a massacre on one side.

This group of claw assassins had no idea what kind of opponent they were facing.

And inside the manor house.

Brains mixed with raindrops dripped onto the grass. Harleen witnessed this bloody and violent scene with her own eyes. She felt that she should be filled with extreme fear.

But, I don't know why, a different kind of emotion grew in the girl's heart.

She rubbed her legs, her breathing gradually became faster, and she stared at the tall figure standing in the night.

"Ah~"

Harleen let out a small moan, and there seemed to be another personality in her head calling her to follow him.

"He, he actually did it."

An old voice sounded not far away from Harleen, and the gray-haired Lauren looked like she had seen a ghost.

He looked at the headless corpses on the ground. The old man was well aware of the terror of these clawed assassins. A group of emotionless humanoid weapons. Assassins with superb martial arts, who were regarded as the most trump card of killing moves by the Court of Owls, all died in Egypt at this moment. Lyot Manor.

Lauren was breathing heavily, and now he wanted to push open the door and rush towards Jino, urging him to rush to the Court of Owls to possess those precious treasures.

He didn't expect that the young man outside the window actually did what he said.

Jino didn't know or care about the emotions of the two people in the room at the moment. He stepped towards the dead claws that had been stabbed all over his face by steel debris.

The young man reached out and pulled off the man's mask, revealing a pale and swollen face.

It seemed that he had drank too much of some mysterious drug. The man's blood vessels were glowing a deep purple, as if he had been poisoned.

It seems that the methods used by the Court of Owls to train Talon Assassins are not only shady but also cruel.

But it's not surprising that Keno is here. For these old Gothamites, human life is the least valuable thing.

"Whoosh, whoosh."

Lauren held an umbrella and walked tremblingly behind Jino.

The rain hit the umbrella, and Lauren looked up at Gino's back.

"What are you going to do next?"

Jino raised his head and stared at the rain curtain in the sky, stretched out his hand and watched the water droplets hitting his hand.

Lauren heard Gino's voice ringing in his ears: "Go write a list of the ones you know and give it to me."

"The Court of Owls should also change its name."

"I understand."

Lauren nodded. He didn't know where those guys gathered, but he knew a lot of them.

After seeing the great power of this young man, Laurent chose to dedicate everything he knew to Jino.

Laurent walked into the manor with the help of the steward who came over.

Gino took out his mobile phone and sent a message to "Talia" in the contact list.

"Come to Gotham's Elliott Manor at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Bring your subordinates with you."

Just a few seconds after the message was sent, Jino received a reply, which stated that it had received the message and asked how many members of the Assassin's League were needed.

The Keno editor sent out a message: "As many as you want."

He is a good person, and there are at least dozens of members of the Owl Council.

In addition to their family and friends, there are hundreds of people in total. It will take some effort to kill all these people and then take away their wealth.

After all, Mr. Geno is kind-hearted and doesn't want to see blood. He plans to put on a wave of "black gloves" to do these dirty things, and at the same time mix the water, so that Mr. Bruce Wayne can be busy for a while.

Jino smiled faintly: "I'm looking forward to the expressions of those Owl members when they know that all their Claw Assassins are dead. I believe it will be wonderful."