Phantom Thief Kidd in the Comic World

"Poison Ivy?"

Deathstroke looked at Pamela, whose aura was increasing, and secretly wrote down the name.

"Pamela, don't be careless. In addition to the samurai sword on his back, Deathstroke also uses various firearms and hidden weapons. He has countless murder weapons hidden on his body!"

"If you don't pay attention, he will catch you and kill him with one strike."

Barbara dragged her still-unrecovered body to the corner of the exhibition hall. In her current condition, she couldn't face the enemy head-on and could only cover Pamela from behind.

By the way, she was reminded of some of Deathstroke's secret intentions.

"I've heard Deathstroke's name since I was a kid. Barbara, the strongest killer in Gotham and even the world, I don't dare to be careless about him."

Pamela turned back to Barbara and smiled.

"No! Pamela, don't take your eyes away from Deathstroke!"

This move startled Barbara.

Deathstroke is a professional killer and mercenary. There are no words such as morality and rules in his dictionary. As long as he can kill his enemies, he will do whatever it takes.

The best time to attack is when your opponent takes his eyes off you.

none of them.

With Deathstroke's professional level, of course he would not let this moment go.

Deathstroke's left hand holding the knife remained motionless, while his free right hand threw a flying knife in a quick and mysterious way.

In Barbara's sight, the flying knife flew directly towards Pamela's head.

She wanted to remind Pamela, but before she could say two words, the flying knife was already approaching Pamela's face.

And at this time, Pamela’s head hadn’t completely turned around…

"when!"

At the critical moment, a long vine stretched out from nowhere and flew the flying knife away from Pamela's eyes.

"It seems that you have been receiving treatment in Arkham Asylum for so long that you have almost forgotten the skills of using a throwing knife, Mr. Deathstroke."

Pamela crossed her arms and smiled contemptuously.

"So you can control these plants. Is this superpower your confidence..."

Deathstroke's tone was still slow.

"It is indeed different now than before. Back then, few people like you who were different from normal people were willing to appear in the city."

"What I did just now was just a greeting. This is to let you know that on the battlefield, paying attention to your opponent is the first rule."

Although Deathstroke was looking at Pamela talking, Barbara had a vague feeling that he was talking to herself.

Could it be that Deathstroke really wanted to be his teacher?

Barbara felt a sense of absurdity in her heart.

"Now that you know how powerful I am, you'd better get out of here while I don't want to kill anyone, and don't bother with my friends from now on!"

Pamela raised her hands, and all the plants in the botanical garden moved, clustering around Pamela like the most devout guards.

"No one can make me—go away!"

Hearing this, the murderous aura in Deathstroke's eyes became more and more intense. So what about people with super powers? It's not like he hadn't killed anyone back then, and there were more than one.

"Whoosh!"

Seeing Deathstroke's appearance, Pamela said no more.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of vine-like plants that Barbara couldn't name came toward the death knell from all directions.

Don't give him a chance to retreat.

Deathstroke turned his eyes, instantly simulated the same environment in his brain, and then found the weakest part.

"Two o'clock direction, elevation angle of 125 degrees, straight-line distance of 3.7 meters, five canes..."

When the simulation was completed, Deathstroke rushed toward the two o'clock direction like lightning, holding a katana in his left hand and pulling out an Uzi submachine gun in his right hand.

With a "swish" sound, the five vines fell down, and the death knell successfully escaped from the encirclement.

Seeing this, Pamela waved her hand again, and the remaining dozens of vines gathered together and swatted at the death knell who rushed out of the encirclement.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."

Little did he know that this was exactly what Deathstroke wanted. The submachine gun he had already prepared unleashed its firepower on the neatly arranged vine-like plants, without any worries about missing.

Poison Ivy can only theoretically increase the growth of plants without an upper limit, and cannot change the nature of plants. Therefore, under the attack of a submachine gun, these vines were shot into two pieces without exception.

By destroying so many plants at once, Deathstroke managed to anger Pamela.

"Knell!"

Hearing Pamela's roar, her ability was activated at a deeper level.

The surrounding plants are growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the small grass and trees extend into thick branches.

A towering tree rose up from behind Pamela, and the exhibition hall of the botanical garden was instantly bursting with expansion of plants.

Caught off guard, Deathstroke was firmly tied up by a branch extending from the giant tree, with only one right hand left outside.

The submachine gun originally held in his hand had fallen to someone unknown. It might have been crushed by the wildly growing plants.

"You will pay for your actions."

Pamela said bitterly, stepping on a branch and rising in front of Deathstroke. The two were several meters apart.

Pamela stretched out her hand, held it empty, made a gesture of pinching something, and then slowly squeezed it tightly.

At the same time, the branches that tightly bound Deathstroke's body also shrank.

The tremendous pressure resulted in severe pain.

It is not difficult to guess from Deathstroke's wide-open left eye and tightly clenched right fist how much torture he is enduring at the moment.

Even so, the death knell never let out a cry or groan of pain.

Instead, he gave a sneer as Pamela ascended.

Although no one could see the sneer under the mask.

"You're not as good as your friends."

Deathstroke suddenly said to Pamela in a deep voice.

"You haven't received the proper training, so even though she doesn't have your abilities, she's still stronger than you!"

"I won't make the same negligence as you."

"What do you mean?"

Pamela had a bad premonition in her heart.

Suddenly, Deathstroke's tightly clenched right hand suddenly threw an object.

"That's an incendiary grenade!"

When Barbara below saw this object, her pupils could not help but shrink.

"boom!"

In Pamela's disbelieving eyes, the grenade accurately landed at the connection point between the branches and the giant tree at Pamela's feet, and then exploded with a bang.

Not only were the branches blown off on the spot, but the tree trunk was also instantly set on fire.

In just a few seconds, the giant tree was engulfed in flames.

As the fire spreads, the entire botanical garden will be reduced to ashes because there are too many flammable materials here.

Pamela fell from a height because the branch broke.

The height is only about two meters, so Pamela will not be injured.

At this time, the branches that tied the death knell naturally became loose. He unhurriedly drew out his katana, and the branches were cut off in a flash of the sword.

"Chopped some boring stuff...but it doesn't matter, you'll be able to taste blood soon."

Deathstroke looked at the katana and muttered to himself.

"Pamela, don't get involved with Deathstroke, we'd better get out of here as soon as possible."

Barbara came to Pamela and said anxiously.

Although Pamela is very capable, after all, she has no fighting experience. Suddenly facing an opponent of Deathstroke's level, it is really hard to say who will lose and who will win.

At least so far, Deathstroke is the one with the upper hand.

"No!"

Pamela looked at the giant tree engulfed in flames and rejected Barbara's suggestion with red eyes.