Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 193 Where Did You Get Your Bicycle From?
The next day, afternoon on the Upper West Side.

"I heard you're a pretty good shot." Slade half-crouched on the rooftop, aiming his sniper rifle at the street and surveying the surroundings. He casually said to Ma Zhaodi beside him, "But you're even better at playing with toy cars?"

"It's a bicycle, not a toy car. His shooting skills are average, not as good as yours." Ma Zhaodi lay beside him, also using a telescope to observe the surrounding environment, but in fact he had already called up the system panel in his mind, looking at the assessment of the firearms skills demonstrated by Deathstroke in the past half month. It was surprisingly not surprising that he was at the master level.

"But I have two eyes."

Deathstroke's hand involuntarily reached for the pistol at his waist.

He could only see with his left eye, and his right eye was blind. What was even stranger was that he himself could not remember why he became blind.

It was as if from the moment "Death Knell" came into this world, he would never be able to keep two eyes.

This matter did not particularly bother him. Rather, he had a vague feeling that if his right eye returned to normal, he might not be able to adapt.

But regardless, being ridiculed by a nobody made him want to pull out his gun.

I was really looked down upon.
Um? wrong!

Through the high-power sniper scope, Death Bell's sight suddenly focused, and he immediately put Ma Zhaodi's matter behind his mind - he saw a small black dot on the roof in the distance.

That was also a sniper rifle.

A black sniper rifle was held in the hands of a figure wearing a white mask, and he had a bright red scope on his right eye.

Death Shooter, he thought to himself, and the other party had already seen him through the scope.

On the other side, Deadshot made the same judgment as Deathstroke. He knew that Deathstroke also saw him.

Should we shoot, or continue to wait for the signal that Batman will appear?
The two people made a judgment at the same time at this moment.

bang!

bang!

Two bullets were fired from the top of two buildings, hitting each other in the sight.

Eventually they collided in mid-air.

Ding!
At this moment, both of them improved their evaluation of their opponent in their hearts.

"Hey, what the hell?!"

Ma Zhaodi was startled by the sudden firing of Death Bell and trembled all over. He turned his head to look at Death Bell: "Why are you——"

"spy--"

Deathstroke rolled over and wanted to warn at the same time, but he and Ma Zhaodi stopped talking at the same time because he saw Ma Zhaodi subconsciously making a tactical roll with him.

What a quick reaction! This guy's life-saving instinct is top-notch.

The Death Shooter's scope shook for a moment, and he had already lost his target, Ma Zhaodi, so he simply stopped shooting for the second time - if Ma Zhaodi had dodged a little slower, the Death Shooter's bullet would have been fired by now.

"What a pity." Death Bell sighed, not knowing whether he was lamenting that his first bullet did not hit the enemy, or that Ma Zhaodi's reaction speed was too fast.

He turned around and fired another shot at the rooftop, then flew into the door leading to the interior of the building. It was obvious that he did not intend to engage in a super-long-range sniper battle with the Death Shooter.

The chances of winning are not big enough.

"Oh my god, wait for me! I'm still here!"

Ma Zhaodi acted decisively and quickly followed him into the rooftop gate. His movements were equally agile. After the Death Shooter dodged Deathstroke's bullet by rolling over, he quickly raised his gun again, only to see the slowly swaying iron gate through the scope. "Pretty quick."

He immediately put away his gun and moved away, choosing a new sniper position on the rooftop to prevent Deathstroke from showing his head and counterattacking. He searched for the two men in the doors and windows of the building - if they dared to show their heads or dared to walk out of the building, they would face follow-up shooting from Deathstroke.

At the same time, a black shadow spread his wings and flew into the war zone from between the buildings. Hearing the gunshots, he folded his cloak in mid-air, stretched out his hand and shot a grappling hook with his grappling hook, flying towards the battlefield where Deathstroke and Deathstroke were fighting.

The Joker knows that Batman has a Batmobile and a Batbike. In order to limit the opponent's mobility, he has set up sentries and roadblocks at many intersections in the Upper West Side, so Batman can only enter this area in his physical body.

Of course, there is still a Batplane on standby in the air, but it is too eye-catching and does not fit Batman's fighting style of hiding, sneaking, and surprise attacks, so it can only be used as a retreat plan.

Moreover, fighter jets are not invincible and will crash if hit.

"There were two distinct gunshots. Both were from large-caliber sniper rifles, specially made." He quickly assessed the situation in the center of the battlefield. "Sounds familiar. The two sides were very far apart at first, but the frequency of their return fire was very high. The first shots were almost simultaneous."

"Two masters, top-notch marksmen with exceptional marksmanship. Could it be Little Floyd and Slade?"

"Just happened to be here at this time?"

"No—they're here to snipe me."

By the time he flew to the top of the balcony, Batman had already basically sorted out the general outline of the matter in his mind.

"I have to stop them. I have to make them cease fire. Two top mercenaries are fighting in downtown Gotham City. This will definitely affect others."

He went up to the balcony, but it was empty and the shooter had disappeared.

Dadada, dadada—

Da, da, da——

Two more bursts of gunfire rang out. This time, the two sounds were coming from the street near Gotham Center Station, and the fighting method had changed to rifle bursts. Deathstroke used short bursts to ensure fatality, while Deadshot did not need to do so. He fired back shot by shot.

So he chased towards the station street again.

When Batman arrived, Ma Zhaodi followed Deathstroke, watching him shoot at Deadshot, while he hid firmly behind the cover.

"Why didn't you bring your bike?" Deathstroke said calmly, "Its mobility and concealment are at least commendable."

"He carries that thing with him." Ma Zhaodi shrugged and took out a folded bicycle from under his black robe. "But once it appears in his field of vision, he will definitely be able to hit it."

"Where did you get it from? Never mind. From now on, follow my tactical instructions. You ride it and follow the route I arrange. I'll take this opportunity to get close to Death Shooter and engage in close combat."

"Then am I dangerous?"

Deathstroke's hand reached for the gun again.

"Okay, okay, let's talk it over. Don't use violence."

In the Death Shooter's sight, a shadow suddenly flashed through the gap in the alley.

"Ok?"

He immediately turned the gun around but did not pull the trigger - the moment the man showed up, he completed the calculation in his mind.

The distance between the shooting point and the gap was about 740 meters. It took one second for the bullet to fly over, and the man's position was exposed for about half a second, making it impossible to complete the shooting.

But then again, is that a bicycle? Why is it going so ridiculously fast?

Is that the perverted cyclist on TV?
(End of this chapter)