Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 622 The bell tolls for you today!

Gotham City, this notorious crime capital in the second dimension, is like a coquettish poppy. The more you understand it, the more you can feel the deadly temperament of this city.

Whenever the city with the highest crime rate is mentioned, many people will immediately think of Gotham City. It is a playground for lunatics and lunatics, a paradise for serial murderers and criminal geniuses.

Sin and darkness have long been engraved in the bones of this city like DNA, and the superhero born in this weird and chaotic stage is Batman.

Joker, Penguin, Two-Face, Riddler, Killer Croc, Black Mask, Bane, Harley Quinn, Captain Boomerang, Deadshot, Deathstroke, Mad Hatter, Professor Pig, Firefly, Solomon Grundy, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze, Clayface, Man-Bat, Ninja Master, Silence.

The stories presented by these many villains and classic works have made Gotham, the crime capital, and even Batman.

He does not walk on the light side of the world to carry out justice like other superheroes, but merges with the darkness and punishes criminals in his own way.

As he said, "To defeat fear, you must become fear." In the first few years of his becoming Batman, the Gotham Police Department thought that his behavior crossed the line more than once, but in fact, no one did it more than Batman. Know what the bottom line is.

At this moment, Batman was standing quietly on the roof, staring at the distant sky with burning eyes.

In the night, a dazzling fire broke through the sky, and accompanied by a huge explosion, the Terminator's Decepticon aircraft swayed in the air, and finally fell heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

Batman frowned, a rare serious expression on his face.

He recognized this man - Slade Wilson, codenamed Deathstroke, a legendary figure who was famous in the mercenary world.

He whispered to himself: "Is violence... always inevitable?" There was a bit of helplessness and sadness in his voice.

His figure quickly disappeared on the roof, leaving only a faint moonlight shining on the place where he just stood.

"Your wings are gone, god among men."

His body was strong and his muscles were as strong as iron, standing there like a hill. The two samurai swords behind him shone coldly in the sun, and the blades seemed to contain endless power, which made people shudder.

The mask covered most of his face, revealing only one ferocious eye, like a hungry beast, staring at its prey, ready to pounce at any time.

If Batman is DC's biological father, then Deathstroke is DC's uncle.

Soon, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed at the spot where the Decepticon aircraft crashed, revealing a huge crater.

Luther looked up.

Luther strode out of his Decepticon.

In the dim twilight, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The figure was like a beast lurking in the darkness, suddenly leaping out, ready to deliver a fatal blow to its prey.

This figure was wearing an orange battle armor. The battle armor was covered with scratches and traces of battle, showing its owner's extraordinary experience.

At this moment, Batman turned over, leaping up like a light swallow, followed closely, and chased in the direction where the Decepticon aircraft fell.

His existence is like an insurmountable nightmare, frightening countless enemies.

Slade Joseph Wilson has various enhanced abilities, possesses ten times the physical fitness of ordinary people, and has a brain development rate as high as 90%, which makes him a tactical genius and good at analyzing the enemy. This ability is all attributed to him. His many years of military service and operations against various heroes.

Slade Joseph Wilson's blood has a healing factor that allows him to heal physical injuries much faster than a normal person, but there are still certain limitations, such as the inability to regenerate his lost right eye and limbs.

If you are fatally injured, you can recover, but this will cause you to fall into madness and animality for a short period of time. The most outrageous record is in the N52 comics, where he defeated Wonder Woman in hand-to-hand combat. That was Wonder Woman!
Also, even without Kryptonite, he can still escape from Superman.

"Today the knell will toll for you."

The sound of the death knell was low and cold, as if coming from the depths of hell. He slowly drew out the samurai sword from behind, and the blade drew a perfect arc in the air, exuding a cold murderous aura.

"You destroyed my aircraft, just use your money to pay off the debt, mercenary."

Luther said with a sneer, his figure suddenly flickered.

Deathstroke's pupils shrank, and he immediately noticed Luther's movements.

However, Luther's speed was far beyond his imagination, and he struck him like a bolt of lightning.

"You destroyed my aircraft, just use your money to pay off the debt, mercenary."

Before Luther could finish his words, he had already rushed towards Death Knell like lightning.

Deathstroke's pupils shrank, and he couldn't catch Luther's disappearing figure at all.

The moment Luther rushed towards him, Deathstroke turned slightly to one side, trying to avoid the fierce attack.

However, Luther's movements were a little faster than he expected. He only felt a huge force coming, and his whole body lost his balance.

"Shh-!"

Luther's fist slammed into Deathstroke's abdomen with the sound of a sonic boom. That fist seemed to contain a huge amount of power, and the air wherever it passed trembled. Deathstroke's pupils shrank suddenly, and he could feel the terror of that power.

However, at this moment, he could no longer avoid it. He could only grit his teeth and resist the blow.

"Bam—!"

There was a dull sound, and Deathstroke's abdomen was hit hard by Luther's fist. At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of his own internal organs breaking. His abdomen instantly sunk, and blood and internal tissue splattered out.

Severe pain spread throughout his body, and Deathstroke felt as if his internal organs had been shattered. His body lost its balance in the air and flew out like a fallen leaf.

"Cough!" Deathstroke opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his mask red. His body rolled in the air, and every roll brought an unbearable pain. He felt as if his insides were being torn apart, and the pain made it almost impossible to breathe.

However, Deathstroke didn't give up.

He endured the severe pain in his abdomen and ignored the splattered internal tissues.

He quickly inserted the knife into the ground, using the resistance of the earth to slow down his flying speed. His body was tumbling in the air, but he never let go of the katana in his hand.

Finally, after flying upside down for dozens of meters, Deathstroke's body came to a halt.

He held the deeply sunken, bloody wound in his abdomen, and blood flowed out between his fingers.

(End of this chapter)