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Chapter 51 Crash
Deathstroke, DC's world-renowned super villain, was the mortal enemy of the Teen Titans in the original comics.His real name is Slade Wilson, and he is an international terrorist who is called "the best mercenary in the world" by insiders.The image of the death knell was born as a failed product of a genetic modification project. The modification of the body gave him a physical ability far beyond that of ordinary people, and at the same time he has a self-healing ability that can rival Wolverine.In addition, it is said that genetic modification made his brain development rate as high as 90%, which endowed him with extraordinary thinking ability and became the best tactical master on earth.

What?Ability doesn't sound very strong, is it just a mercenary who can manage a little bit?Let’s list this guy’s achievements in the original work—he defeated the Teen Titans by himself, defeated Batman in hand-to-hand combat, and defeated many members of the Justice League with the help of extraordinary tactical thinking solo.

All in all, it shows that this is a pretty formidable opponent.

However, another point that needs to be mentioned is - he can't fly.

Yes, he can't fly, and right now he's crouching on the shell of the Bat-fighter like a big bird, the flickering sword piercing through the 40mm bulletproof glass under his mighty arm strength.

Dick was taken aback, and the two bat darts were thrown away towards the two-colored face at the broken windshield.But the death knell seemed to just waved his hand lightly, and both darts were caught in his hand.

Dick unbuckled his seat belt, buckled a batarang in his right hand, and used it like a dagger across a dark arc to grab Deathstroke's cheek.The silver long sword was pulled out from the plane, the light of the sword flashed like a flower, and the batarang and the blade of the sword clashed with sparks.Dick felt his mouth shake violently, and the dart flew out of his hand immediately, flying like a bird with broken wings and sinking into the endless night.

The tip of the sword in the hand of the death knell turned, like a silver wind whirling and sweeping.Dick raised his arm to block, and dazzling sparks burst out between the black knight's metal gloves and the cold blade.

The material of Batman's glove looks unusual, and it seems that it can hold the edge of the long sword. However, Dick's strength is obviously not at the same level as Deathstroke.He gritted his teeth in pain, his forearm was pressed to the point where it was almost squeezed to his shoulder, and a groan that was indistinct in the hurricane came out of his throat.

Eric saw it in the backseat, but couldn't do anything.He felt that he had never been so eager to be able to fight, but at this most critical moment, Almadra's armor did not move at all.

"Your employer... actually chose to hire you to deal with me." Dick tried his best to squeeze out the words, "Since you need to collect money to eliminate the disaster, it seems that your employer has already put all his eggs in one basket."

Deathstroke reached in with his left hand like electricity, pinched Dick's neck and pulled him out of the cabin.Only then did Dick see clearly that the death knell standing on the cabin was twice as tall as usual, and his arms were as strong as a tree trunk.

"So that's how it is." Dick, who was almost suffocated by pinching his throat, said with difficulty, "You also took that kind of medicine, didn't you?"

"I didn't charge a penny, Batman." Deathstroke sneered. "No one on earth can afford to buy your life. Killing you is a reward for gifting me with this extraordinary drug, and it is also my voluntary execution." an honorable task.”

As he spoke, he held his long sword high, and the snow-white blade reflected a bright and cold light.

And Eric had already unbuckled his seat belt at this stall and touched the front seat.He squeezed the stalk and slammed it in one direction the way a driver would when making a sharp turn.

In an instant, the fighter plane completely reversed itself, like a naughty and dexterous bird.

Before the death knell sword had time to fall, his body was involuntarily pulled down by gravity.Of course, gravity does not discriminate, and Eric and Dick were no exception. The three of them fell rapidly from nearly four thousand feet in the air.

"Lucky you, Batman!"

The death knell shouted in the gust of wind, and the sound was gradually covered by the wind and became smaller and smaller, gradually moving away from the two of them.

The feeling of weightlessness is like holding the heart with one hand, and the heartbeat is almost bursting out.Eric felt the gust of wind like a whip lashing against his face again and again, and the world was spinning in front of his eyes.

This is much more exciting than riding a roller coaster.

Dick grabbed him from behind, and the cloak "huh," like a giant bat's wing.They were slowing down, but not enough. They were getting closer to the ground, and a safe landing at their current speed seemed unlikely.

But I've never heard of Batman falling to his death from a high altitude, right?Surely there will be no precedent today, right?
Dick did not disappoint him.When he was about 20 meters from the ground, he showed his hook gun and fired a shot at an ancient tree.The hook rope got entangled on an ancient tree branch that seemed to require three people to embrace, and dragged the two people out like a swing.

In the end, the ancient tree was still relatively strong, and the branches were not broken by the weight of the two, and the two landed dangerously.

A dense jungle, surrounded by bare tree trunks, surrounded by a small old bungalow.

Is it a coincidence that the death knell strikes here and makes them fall here-just in front of a small house deep in the jungle?

The two looked at each other and walked towards the old house tacitly.

The door wasn't locked—or it wasn't locked at all, and Dick felt like a centimeter of dust fell over his head when he pushed it open.A row of photo frames hung on the stone walls on both sides of the dilapidated corridor, but the photos had all been taken away, leaving only the shattered glass frames.

At the end of the corridor was an empty large room, half of the incandescent lamp hanging from the ceiling was cracked, and the roof was covered with cobwebs.The old floorboards squeaked in protest with every step they took, and the wind howled ghostly through the shattered windows.

Eric suddenly felt dizzy, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for a whole night—oh wait, he really seemed to have been up all night.He rubbed his eyes, looking left and right for something to distract him and cheer him up.

Glancing casually, he saw flickering black shadows cast on the floor in the dim light from the shattered window.

It took him about half a second to confirm that it wasn't a hallucination from overwork, but a dark mass approaching Dick silently from behind.It raised its demonic claws like an executioner ready to strike.

He noticed that Dick's state seemed to be as abnormal as his, and he was completely unaware of the approaching danger behind him.

"Batman!"

While yelling a reminder, he strode up and tried to throw Dick down.

He felt the pain, like a syringe piercing flesh.

He turned his head to look at the assailant, and saw a tattered and distorted face, like a man with a cheap sack on his head, and a dark orange shimmer in his eyes.

That's the scarecrow.

(End of this chapter)