Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 195 Two Yin Bi
Deathstroke's knife was faster than expected.

brush--

The blade that broke through the air reflected a cold white light, making it difficult for the Death Shooter to open his eyes.

He subconsciously used the two submachine guns in his hands to parry. The alloy knife slashed on the steel gun body, emitting brilliant sparks. The crisp sound of metal collision reached the ears of Ma Zhaodi who was rushing to the battlefield.

If it were a normal fight, no one would use the knife in their hand to cut hard steel. This kind of fighting style would completely destroy the knife in their hand. The blade would break, the blade would crack, and it is even possible that it would break on the spot.

But this was not a fight between normal people, and Deathstroke's knife was not a normal knife. In fact, from the moment he used the knife to chop the bullet, Deadshot realized that the double knives in the opponent's hands must have been made of a special alloy.

A huge force came from the submachine gun, like a hammer hitting the target hard, which made Sishe's hands numb. Two bullets were fired accidentally, shattering the LCD screen showing the countdown to the departure schedule.

And when the blade slid along the gun body towards Deadshot's fingers, he decisively decided to drop the gun.

Deathstroke had already rushed to this distance, and the submachine gun was not flexible enough, so Deadshot pulled out two pistols from his waist, and bullets shot out from the muzzles rapidly. At the same time, he rushed forward and broke into the inner circle of the long sword - Deadshot's fighting ability was not much inferior to his shooting ability, and the dual pistols were his melee weapons.

Ma Zhaodi secretly used the "I didn't kill anyone" skill on the two people who were fighting fiercely. He roughly confirmed through his sense of smell that there was no smell of blood at the scene, which meant that there were no civilians affected yet. So he just lay on the ground and pretended to be a corpse again.

"Slade, get out of my way."

Deadshot spun with both guns, accurately knocked away Deathstroke's long sword with two bullets, and then kneed Deathstroke in the abdomen.

Deathstroke immediately changed his tactics to deal with Deadshot's attack. He stepped back and pulled back both swords. One hand lowered the hilt to block Deadshot's attack, and the other hand chopped at his head.

The twin pistols in Deadshot's hands fired again, and he used the recoil to accelerate his retreat, the tip of the knife just brushing his cheek - and then the other blade followed with an upward thrust.

Deadshot had no time to dodge and had to turn around to absorb the force. The blow was so powerful that it directly split his breastplate. Bright red blood spilled into the air, and Deadshot fell into a disadvantage.

The moment Deadshot turned his back to him, Slade stabbed him again. The flexibility of his two swords and his extraordinary physical fitness crushed Deadshot.

bang!

A Drum bullet flew out from Death Shooter's armpit. This was the best angle he found. Deathstroke could not see his right hand's blind shot from his armpit at all. His reaction at this time was obviously half a beat slower. Even though he dodged and moved sideways, the bullet still tore through the muscles of his left shoulder and penetrated into the bones.

"Is this what you call precision, Floyd?"

Even with a shoulder injury, the sound of the death knell remained unbroken amidst the hail of bullets, and the electronic voice changer in the mask sounded oppressive: "You've regressed."

Deadshot turned around and raised his gun again, just in time to see Deathstroke kick the vending machine next to him, and carbonated drinks with a lot of foam splashed out like a colorful waterfall.

His vision was suddenly obscured by the barrage of soda, and Deadshot barely hesitated. His amazing eyesight almost instantly captured the abnormal light and shadow changes at the ten o'clock position.

bang!

Both guns fired simultaneously, and two bullets, decisively and almost blindly confidently, spun out of the barrel, meeting the two sharp blades that penetrated the water curtain, knocking the blades off course.

when!
After the catapulted bullet flew into the load-bearing column, an old man wearing a woolen hat curled up, shivering while holding his ticket. The bullet hit him right in the body. He only had time to cry out in pain before slowly falling to the ground.

Blood spread from behind the marble pillar to the surrounding ground. The two men who were fighting frowned at the same time under their masks, but their movements did not pause at all. Mercenaries were born to solve their targets and would not be shaken by anything.

"enough!"

Batman's angry voice rang out at the station entrance, and two bat darts drew dark arcs, shooting towards the fighting Deadshot and Deathstroke respectively. Bang!

when!
Deadshot raised his hand and fired a shot, and Deathstroke swung the batarang casually, knocking it down. The two men ignored Batman's warning and continued fighting.

"I've said enough!"

Swah——

A dazzling white light suddenly burst out from the darts on the ground, causing the two men fighting to close their eyes. Taking advantage of this moment, Batman immediately flew to the two of them.

However, realizing that the situation was about to change, Deathstroke immediately took out a smoke bomb from his waist and threw it at the feet of the three people.

The hissing sound of gas continued, and the white smoke filled the small space in just a few seconds. For a moment, the three of them were lost in the smoke.

Should I blow it away? This thought flashed through Ma Zhaodi's mind, but he immediately rejected it.

He moved quickly and silently on the ground, like a ghost, came behind the load-bearing column, fed a piece of fruit candy into the old man's mouth, and then lay back down - with the cover of smoke bombs, this series of actions would not be noticed by those people for the time being.

At the same time, the sound of gunfire and the sound of two swords breaking through the air rang out again in the smoke.

Floyd held the pistol in reverse to block, revealing two shooting arm guards. The special eyepiece on his right eye was activated, and in the infrared thermal vision, the outlines of Deathstroke and Batman in the smoke were presented with incredible clarity.

So he aimed with both arms and shot at both men at the same time.

ding ding ding-

Deathstroke's senses were also extraordinary. When the fog obscured all vision, he immediately closed his eyes and gave up his vision, relying on his hearing to perceive. When Death Shot's bullet left the gun, he tilted his ear slightly and immediately heard the sound of an object breaking through the wind at high speed.

He swung his two swords, chopped off the bullets one by one with incredible precision, and locked onto the position of the Death Shooter through the sound of the gunshot. He immediately turned around and pressed forward, suppressing him in close combat with his two swords.

At this time, Deadshot was defeated again. Deathstroke's body's self-healing ability took effect. The shoulder that was injured by the bullet just now had recovered partially, and close combat had the upper hand again.

Batman also turned on his tactical goggles at this time. Of course, his helmet also had infrared vision, so he immediately joined the battle.

The situation suddenly became chaotic. Deadshot shot Deathstroke, Deathstroke stabbed Batman, and Batman punched Deadshot. The three of them wrestled in the smoke.

"From that supporting pillar, forty-seven steps."

Deathstroke suddenly spoke: "You have been waiting for this moment, right?"

Death Shooter was silent for a moment, then sneered, "Aren't you the same?"

Batman was a little confused, but then he took another step in the smoke, and his boots stepped on the railroad sleepers - this made his body unbalanced, and at the same time made him understand the meaning of the two people's words.

But it was too late now, the tiny mistake seemed so fatal at this moment, the roar of the train sounded in the station, the behemoth train rushed towards Batman on the track, and the joint attack of Deathstroke and Deadshot arrived at the same time.

Batman leaned back to avoid the bullets and double knives, and finally escaped from the smoke that obscured his vision.

However, when he glanced to the side, he saw the glaring light of the car lights.

(End of this chapter)