Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 626 Deadshot: I would like to call you the strongest man in the world

Deadshot fell to the ground, the cold floor tiles pressed against his back, so cold that he shivered involuntarily.

Just now I was immersed in the joy of defeating my opponent, but before the pride completely dissipated, I fell into another dilemma.

The Terminator's steely claws clamped tightly around his throat, making him almost unable to breathe.

Deadshot's eyes widened with disbelief. The grenade he fired just now, with terrifying power and fire, shot straight towards the Terminator.

He saw with his own eyes the grenade exploded on the Terminator, and the flames and smoke filled the air, but the Terminator seemed to be fine, except for a thin layer of gunpowder ash on the suit.

That layer of tights seemed ordinary, but it gave off an unusual aura.

It fits tightly on the Terminator's body, as if it were his second layer of skin, which not only shows the Terminator's muscular body, but also gives people an indestructible feeling.

Death Shooter couldn't help but wonder what material this suit was made of, how could it withstand such a fierce grenade bombardment and remain intact?

However, he soon realized that the problem wasn't the suit, but the Terminator itself. This guy's body seems to be an incredible miracle.

Just because he used a man's weakness to eat a grenade, he felt that the Terminator could apply for the Guinness World Record.

Just then, Luther's voice broke the silence. He said lightly: "Such a passion is not suitable for you, Deadshot. Think about your daughter, she is still waiting for you to return."

However, he was not willing to fail like this.

Deadshot fell to the ground in pain, coughing and wheezing.

He struggled to stand up, an unyielding light shining in his eyes. He knows that he may not be able to defeat the Terminator, but he must at least fight with all his strength.

He felt the pain in his throat as if it had been torn apart, but what he cared more about was the incredible power of the Terminator. He looked up at the Terminator, his eyes filled with awe and fear.

What kind of monster is he? Is it really made of solid cast steel?

These words were like a sharp needle, instantly piercing the tranquility of the air and piercing the heart of Death Shooter.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, as if he was suddenly hit by the cold wind in the cold winter, catching him off guard.

"You...how do you know?"

Deadshot struggled, trying to escape the Terminator's grip. But the Terminator's power seems endless, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't shake it even a bit.

The Terminator didn't pay attention to Deadshot's surprise and fear. He seemed to be used to such scenes. He stood there quietly, his eyes deep and firm, as if he was thinking about something.

He didn't speak, but expressed his attitude through actions. With a wave of his hand, he threw Deadshot aside like trash.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and only the breathing of Deadshot echoed. He knew that he had been completely defeated, defeated by this seemingly ordinary man with incredible power.

He no longer has any arrogance and arrogance, because he knows that in front of the Terminator, he is just a small existence.

The Terminator looked at him coldly, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all illusions.

Because he had never revealed to anyone that he had a daughter, he kept this secret deep in his heart and guarded it like the most precious treasure, not daring to reveal it at all.

At this moment, he is willing to call the Terminator "the strongest man in the world."

The panic in his heart became deeper and deeper. He had never encountered such a powerful opponent.

Deadshot's voice was trembling, and his hands were clenched into fists, trying to hide the shock and fear in his heart.

He never thought that his secret would be known to the man in front of him.

Luther smiled slightly, and there was an unfathomable light in his eyes. He did not answer Deadshot's question directly, but continued: "You shot me once and gave me a grenade. These accounts are not small. Is it not too much for me to ask you for 50 million?"

Fifty million!
This number is undoubtedly an astronomical figure for a dead shooter.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, trying to find a reason to refute Luther.

However, when he saw Luther's calm and firm eyes, he knew that he had no choice.

"This is really expensive..."

Deadshot smiled bitterly, his heart filled with helplessness and unwillingness.

He originally thought that his career as a killer would allow him to live a carefree life, but now, he has to worry about this astronomical ransom.

However, he knew more clearly that he had no room for bargaining now.

The man in front of him was not only powerful, but also ruthless. He did not dare to resist at all.

"If an ordinary person had already died twice, and I spared your life, do you think it's not worth it?"

Luther said calmly, his tone revealing an unquestionable majesty.

His eyes seemed to be able to see through Deadshot's heart, making it impossible for him to hide or resist.

Deadshot's heart trembled, he knew what Luther said was the truth.

If Luther hadn't been merciful, he would have died long ago. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down the fluctuations in his heart.

Then, he nodded and said: "OK, deal. I will give you 50 million, but you must promise not to pursue this matter again."

Luther nodded slightly in agreement.

There was a cold light in his eyes.

"As long as you do what I say, I won't hold you accountable."

"Only if you don't come to Gotham again."

Luther added.

Hearing Luther's words, Deadshot rolled his eyes.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, there is an invulnerable monster like you in Gotham, with a body of steel, why is he here, smashing his own sign?
"One more thing, I want to know who hired you and him to come here to kill me."

Luther said coldly.

This problem makes Deadshot a little embarrassed. He frowned and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know about this either. I just accepted the task on the killer network. Your head is worth ten million. This price is something I can't refuse."

There was a hint of helplessness and bitterness in his words.

As a killer, he only knows how to perform tasks, but never asks about the identity of his employer.

This is also the rule of the killer industry, and he doesn't want to break this rule out of curiosity.

"Only ten million? I thought my life was worth at least several hundred million."

Death Shooter smiled bitterly when he heard this and said: "Ten million is already an astronomical number. For killers like us, this is a rare big deal."

(End of this chapter)