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Chapter 194 Deadshot vs. Deathstroke
The Death Shooter aimed his gun at the exit of the alley.

He is a top shooter. With just a glance, he has calculated the opponent's speed and the time when he will appear. Even if the opponent temporarily hides in it, he will not be able to escape his sniper in the end.

However, the next moment, a bicycle at an incredibly fast speed flew out of the ninth floor window and rushed into the ninth floor next door.

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The Death Shooter looked at the flying bicycle, but his aim and shooting were completely instinctive. Although his brain was still reacting, his body had already subconsciously pulled the trigger.

bang!

A dull roar sounded on the rooftop, and his bullet pierced through the black-robed man on the bicycle in mid-air, leaving a black bullet hole on the outer wall of the building.

Hit?
Hit.

With a gunman's intuition, the Deadshot was certain that his shot had hit the target.

But the next second, the figure flashed across the street again, with no decrease in speed and still agile movements, with no signs of injury.

Missed?
Deadshot originally thought that the guy on the bicycle was just a small character that posed no threat, and after getting rid of him, he could focus on dealing with Deathstroke, but at this time, he found that this plan did not seem easy to implement.

He slightly adjusted the electronic eye on his mask and raised the gun again.

bang! bang!

Seeing that Ma Zhaodi, who was walking alone, had successfully lured the enemy, the lone Death Bell began to run as fast as he could, quickly approaching the Death Shooter's position from the blind spot of his vision at a speed comparable to a high-speed car.

"Deadshot's oppressive feeling is really strong."

Ma Zhaodi no longer had a ghost mask on his head, but a pumpkin. The Death Shooter's shooting ability was too outrageous. No matter whether he showed his head or not, he would almost certainly be hit by a bullet at a certain intersection. At this time, two of the pumpkins on his head had been broken.

Although he tried his best to choose some paths that could hide himself from the Death Shooter's sight and appear as little as possible in his sight, the Death Shooter's shooting method was not a human shooting method at all. He only needed to determine Ma Zhaodi's position to shoot the bullet that hit him.

At the same time, Ma Zhaodi needed to move towards the direction of Death Shooter as much as possible, so he would inevitably expose his position. Even though his route selection was very flexible and his speed was extremely fast, Death Shooter almost shot him into a sieve - he even used different high-powered bullets to try to cause substantial damage to Ma Zhaodi.

"Oh, is that so?"

bang!

Another gunshot rang out, and flames with the smell of gunpowder and huge air waves burst out from the muzzle. A hot metal bullet spun out of the barrel, piercing through the air and sound, and hit a steel bar extending from the broken wall at an angle. Then it bounced and hit an abandoned car on the side of the road. It reflected on the car a second time and finally hit Ma Zhaodi directly behind the bunker.

"Grass!"

Ma Zhaodi cursed inwardly at the powerful push on his back, then collapsed to the ground. His body twitched, and bright red blood gushed out of his black robe, spilling onto the ground. This was why he was shot even without showing his head, and more than once, whenever a bullet could theoretically hit him, the Death Shooter would use the gun in his hand to turn this theory into reality.

From the perspective of the Death Shooter, he could see that the target had fallen to the ground, with part of his body exposed outside the cover. He originally wanted to aim at the vital parts and then shoot again, but the target had already fallen to the ground completely, and there was no shooting angle.

So he randomly fired five or six shots at the exposed part of the cover.

When the first three shots were fired, the body wrapped in the black robe moved twice, but after the next few shots, it became unresponsive.

Is he dead?
The Deadshot finally breathed a sigh of relief. This guy was shot by him several times, and the bullets were able to penetrate the black robe every time, but no blood was seen every time. He almost suspected that there was really a ghost or a spirit under the cloak.

After all, if the bullet is stopped by a bulletproof vest, there is no way a bullet hole will be left on the ground.

In fact, Pumpkin's protection mechanism for Ma Zhaodi is damage absorption, not attack blocking, so the bullets will not be stopped. This is Pumpkin's "mechanism adaptation" to the real world.

At this moment, Ma Zhaodi was lying on the ground with a pocky stick in his mouth, sighing dejectedly. To him, the task assigned by the Riddler was just a gesture of appreciation. No matter how much salary he offered, he would never risk his life for him.

But now, the plan to lure the enemy was a little too successful. The Death Shooter seemed to feel that he was challenging his professional skills and was specifically targeting him, forcing him to fall to the ground and pretend to be dead.

"Alas, it's still easier to lie down. It would be great if I could be a salted fish forever."

When Deathstroke approached Deadshot and the two began to fight each other, the rapid gunfire became more frequent, with short bursts and bursts intertwined. Batman rushed to the scene of the battle between the two at full speed, and Ma Zhaodi immediately got up from the ground and rode his bicycle all the way.

If it weren't for the "I didn't kill anyone" skill on the Death Shooter, he would have pretended to be dead until the end of the battle, or run away immediately, but the two mercenaries seemed to have fought their way from the streets to the central station - there were still quite a few people there, so Ma Zhaodi had to go.

When Ma Zhaodi arrived at the entrance of the station, the sounds of the fight between Deathstroke and Deathstroke, as well as the screams of the crowd, could be heard from inside. It was obvious that the two of them were evenly matched in the medium-range battle, and the battle had now entered the close-range stage.

Unfortunately, the station remains operational to this day, because as the war drags on, a considerable number of Gotham City citizens are beginning to want to flee the city.

In the station, Deathstroke had already pulled out two swords from behind his back. He was a military-modified human, and his movement at this time seemed even more strange and swift. Normal people could hardly capture his movement trajectory and body movements with the naked eye, and could only see a blurry black and yellow shadow.

The Death Shooter raised his hands and used two submachine guns to pour fire on the Deathstroke who came out from behind the counter. The two bullet belts were locked tightly on the Deathstroke's body - this kind of difficult shooting was just a game for him.

Deathstroke gripped the long knife tightly, and with his enhanced eyesight and reaction ability, the trajectory of the bullet was almost clearly visible to him.

ding ding ding-

The double swords turned into two streams of light in his hands. With his terrifying physical fitness and hard alloy swords, Slade chopped off most of the oncoming bullets. Only some bullets that did not cause much damage were skipped by him and hit his armor. However, the impact force could only slow down his pace slightly.

At this time, the crowd in the station was already rushing towards the exit in fear.

(End of this chapter)