Chapter 86: Why don't you take a look behind you?
Three days later.
Lynn supported his waist with his right hand and walked out of Catwoman's special CG space.
"Hiss... This is way too brutal. If it weren't for my breathing regeneration ability, I probably would've been drained dry by Selina."
Over the past three days, he and Catwoman Selinaengaged in a fierce battle, almost losing themselves and fighting until the sky and earth turned dark.
Fortunately, Lynn had the upper hand thanks to his breathing regeneration skill, and ultimately defeated the little Catwoman in bed.
Putting Rolisa back into the master ball, Lynn casually picked up a wild, abandoned Mercedes on the road and drove towards Gotham City.
"Beep beep beep!!"
The phone suddenly vibrated, and the muffled ringtone began to sound along with the vibration.
Lynn frowned, took his phone out of his pocket, and answered the call.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Lynn, you're finally willing to answer the phone. What have you been doing these days? Why couldn't I reach you?"
On the other end was Amanda Waller.
Lynn held the steering wheel with one hand and replied:
"Oh, I've been fighting a hard battle for the past three days. An ancient resurrected cat goddess wanted to rule Gotham, so I fought a fierce battle with her for three days and three nights, and finally completely subdued her."
Amanda was startled upon hearing this. An ancient cat goddess was resurrected in Gotham?
How come she didn't know about something like this?
"Where did you battle that cat goddess? Do you still have her file?" Amanda asked hurriedly.
"In bed."
Amanda: "..."
What the hell do you mean you battled her in bed?
She knew it, there was nothing trustworthy coming out of this unreliable Agent's mouth.
Amanda took a deep breath and spoke again: "Agent Lynn, do you still remember Mayor Carroll, whom you killed last time?"
"Wasn't he killed by the Bear Man? You should go find the Bear Man, why are you looking for me, Lynn?" Lynn asked in return.
"Aren't you the Bear Man?" Amanda raised an eyebrow.
"The Bear Man is the Bear Man, and Lynn is Lynn. If you're looking for the Bear Man, what does that have to do with me, Lynn?"
Hearing Lynn's words, Amanda clenched her teeth, veins throbbing on her forehead.
She really wanted to curse the guy on the other end of the phone, but Lynn's ability was not only bizarre, but he could also infiltrate A.R.G.U.S. silently.
If she really cursed him, given this guy's petty nature, she would probably turn into a slime tomorrow.
Forget it, forget it, it's not worth it.
After calming her emotions, Amanda spoke again:
"Mayor Carroll is dead. Do you know what factions are behind him?"
"Congress," Lynn replied, "and that League of Assassins."
"Since you knew of the existence of the League of Assassins, why did you still kill him?" Amanda questioned.
"He asked me to shoot at the time. I've never seen such a request in my life, so I just satisfied him."
Lynn shrugged and said it as a matter of course.
"Speaking of which, he should thank me, after all, I satisfied his secret XP."
Amanda: "..."
"Forget it."
Amanda felt that she still shouldn't chat too much with Lynn, otherwise she felt like she was going to end up in the ICU.
Besides, with America's current situation, even if she, a black person, held a high position, she might not be able to get into the ICU immediately if something happened to her.
And those damn hospitals might even randomly bill her just because she's black, shrinking her assets by more than half.
"Just two days ago, people from the League of Assassins, together with Deathstroke, wiped out our branch in Star City."
Amanda's voice sounded a bit heavy.
"Some laser weapons and classified files were stolen by them. Since the classified files involve members of the Justice League, I need you to help me snatch back this file."
[Main Quest: Snatch Back the File]
[Quest Description: The classified files inside A.R.G.U.S.regarding members of the Justice League have been stolen by the League of Assassins and Deathstroke. Please retrieve the classified files from their hands, Player.]
[Quest Rewards: 20 Experience Points, 20 A.R.G.U.S.Reputation, Lightning Five Consecutive Whips, Random Character Card * 1]
After ending the call, Lynn, who was driving, was stunned for a moment.
"What the heck is this?"
He frowned, staring at the rewards on the azure panel, filled with astonishment in his heart.
"Could this damn thing be that Lightning Five Consecutive Whips I know?"
Darkness swallowed the last trace of madder-red and the setting sun, filling this desolate city along with the cold.
Wayne Manor.
The evening breeze passed through the dead branches in the courtyard, making a wailing sound like the whispers of wandering souls.
Deep within the estate, beside the secret entrance leading to the Batcave, the ground suddenly vibrated.
The heavy stone door slowly rose, revealing the deep and dark passage below. A flock of bats rushed out from the passage as if startled, circling and flying in the night sky.
Batman walked slowly out of the passage, his black cape snapping in the night wind, and his metallic-textured batsuit emitting a chilling luster.
He was covered in various types of equipment, his eyes as sharp as a falcon's, scanning the darkness around the estate.
"You rats hiding in the gutters... always like to pretend to be owls?"
Batman's voice was low and hoarse, like demonic sounds coming from hell.
As soon as his voice fell, a neat sound of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the wall of the estate.
Dozens of black shadows vaulted over the wall like ghosts, landing silently in the courtyard.
They were dressed in black trench coats, wearing silver-white owl masks on their faces, the eye sockets of the masks glowing with eerie green light, holding sharp samurai swords and special crossbow arrows in their hands.
Obviously, they were the remaining Talon Assassins of the Court of Owls.
"Batman, or should I call you Bruce Wayne?"
William Cobb, who was at the lead, spoke. His voice became exceptionally hoarse after being processed by the mask.
"You think you can fight crime and thus change Gotham, but in reality, you've created many of Gotham's tragedies..."
Dick, having recovered as Robin, stepped out from behind Batman, his red cape particularly eye-catching in the night.
"William, no matter how powerful the Court of Owls is, it cannot represent Gotham. Gotham is not your hunting ground!"
He gripped the short stick in his hand, his face filled with determination.
"From the moment it abandoned those vagrants, from the moment it only accepted the powerful and wealthy, it could never take Gotham from our hands!"
Batman Bruce Wayne's face was filled with a chilling expression, and Batgirl Barbara's voice came through the earpiece.
"Bruce, there are more than a dozen of them, and they all carry lethal weapons. Can you and Dick handle it?"
"I can do it, Batman can definitely do it," Batman said in a deep voice.
Alfred's worried voice came through.
"Bruce, you have twelve broken bones in your body, you..."
"Alfred, at least I still have one hundred and ninety-four bones that are intact."
Batman interrupted him, raising his gaze to stare at the Talon Assassins ahead, his eyes emitting a sharp, cold light.
"What I've done for Gotham is far from enough, I haven't devoted myself entirely to the cause of changing Gotham, and now, I will practice my principles!"
As his voice fell, Batman stomped his foot fiercely, and his entire body rushed towards the Talon Assassins ahead like a hunting bat.
"Bruce Wayne! The Court of Owls sentences you to death! Kill!"
At William's command, all the assassins launched an attack simultaneously.
The sharp sound of samurai swords cutting through the air rose and fell one after another, and crossbow arrows shot towards the Batman family members with a piercing sound through the air.
Batman was well prepared; he slammed the button on his waist, and several smoke bombs instantly exploded.
White smoke suddenly permeated the courtyard, blocking the vision of these Talon Assassins.
Taking the opportunity, his figure flashed, rushing into the group of assassins like a ghost, waving his cape to block the attacks of two Talon Assassins.
At the same time, he clenched his fist and fiercely smashed it onto the mask of one of the Talon Assassins. The mask shattered instantly, and the assassin staggered backwards continuously.
Following closely, Batman held a batarang and fiercely stabbed it into the other's head. The assassin's body fell straight to the ground and could no longer move.
As Talon Assassins of the Court of Owls, they all had electrum on their bodies that could heal injuries, so Batmandidn't need to care about any no-killing rule.
Anyway, after being killed, these Talon Assassins could revive again under the power of electrum.
Batman was making a move, and Robin wasn't idle either.
His figure was agile, shuttling continuously through the smoke, his short stick precisely striking the assassins' joints, making each strike cause the assassin to lose combat capability.
It's just that the number of Talon Assassins was simply too many. Although the two of them were well-equipped, it was still difficult to fend off the attacks of more than a dozen people.
William slashed a sword onto Dick's short stick, his eyes narrowing as he stared closely at this descendant.
"Dick, you have the blood of a Talon Assassin flowing in your veins. Becoming a Talon Assassin is your true destination!"
Dick didn't say a word, kicking a low blow towards William's lower body.
William was agile, stepping back quickly to dodge this vicious move.
His eyes narrowed, staring closely at Robin ahead, his face full of disbelief.
"Your parents actually taught you this kind of move?"
"I taught it."
Batman stood beside Robin, his chest rising and falling violently, obviously having consumed too much stamina.
He scanned the Talon Assassins before him. If Wayne Manor's weapons system was intact, he wouldn't need to come out to meet the enemy together with Dick this time.
It's just a pity that previously when dealing with Bane, that guy Lynn came to Wayne Manor and dismantled all his weapons systems.
Looking at the panting Batman, a sneer appeared on William's face.
"Bruce Wayne, we still have four energetic Talon Assassins standing. You and Dick are just ordinary humans; after the battle just now, how much stamina can you possibly have left?"
Batman's face was gloomy. The stamina of both him and Dick was indeed greatly consumed, but that didn't mean the balance of victory would tilt towards the Talon Assassins before them.
It's just... right when he was about to use plan A.
"Bruce, I said that the power of one person cannot fight against the darkness of Gotham."
A familiar, aged voice suddenly came from the shadows.
Batman's eyes suddenly constricted, staring fixedly at that figure.
"Ra's al Ghul!" he said word by word, "You've resurrected?!"
"Of course."
Ra's al Ghul, the Head of the Demon, slowly walked out of the shadows. He had a slender figure, held a samurai sword, and watched the scene of the Court of Owlsconfronting the Batman family.
Behind him, several assassins similarly holding samurai swords followed slowly, their cold eyes gazing closely at the tragic outcome of the battle between the two sides.
Gazing at the exhausted Batman and the few remaining Talon Assassins, Ra's al Ghul raised his head and laughed arrogantly:
"There is an old saying in China: the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Today, our League of Assassins is that mantis!"
As his voice fell, a man's voice came from the shadows behind the two of them.
"Is that so? Why don't you take a look behind you?"
Hearing this, Ra's al Ghul's heart was startled. He turned his head to look back, only to see a man wearing a bear headgear and iron armor standing directly behind him.
Not only that, the Rocket launcher and gatling gun in the man's hands were aimed directly at him and the assassins beside him.
Ra's al Ghul: "..."
Where the hell did this guy pop out from?
Chapter 87: Holding Wayne Couple Hostage to Order the Orphan Around?
Wayne Manor.
Beneath the thick night, a figure clad in gold-red iron armorwalked slowly out of the shadows.
Carrying a Rocket launcher in one hand and a vulcan gatling in the other, he aimed at the three forces ahead.
"Is it you?"
Ras al Ghul squinted slightly, recognizing who the man wearing the gold-red iron armor was.
Last time, he had been bombed wildly by this guy with a Rocket launcher near the Iceberg Lounge and died once.
He didn't expect this damned guy to appear again.
"Of course it's me."
Lynn nodded slightly, filled with righteous indignation and looking utterly heroic.
"You League of Assassins have some nerve, actually daring to bomb a government department."
"Today, on behalf of the IRS, I am going to conduct a major investigation on you and uncover your tax evasion!"
Batman stood to the side, looking at the suddenly appearing Lynn, feeling a sigh of relief in his heart.
With this guy here, he probably didn't need to worry about any trouble tonight.
"And you, Batman!" Lynn's voice sounded once again.
"I suspect that your Batmobile and Batwing equipment haven't paid taxes either, so you need to be heavily investigated too!"
Batman: "..."
"An A.R.G.U.S. Agent?"
Shadows shrouded Ras al Ghul's face, making it hard to see his expression clearly.
"Don't even mention the IRS, even if it's A.R.G.U.S., we in the League of Assassins will still slaughter them without hesitation!" he sneered.
Before coming to Gotham, he had hired Deathstroke to wipe out the A.R.G.U.S. headquarters in Star City together.
It was a pity that Deathstroke felt the League of Assassins' philosophy didn't suit him; otherwise, Ras al Ghul could have had another major general under his command.
"Also, where did you Bat Gang capture Talia and Cheshire?"
Ras al Ghul suddenly waved the sharp blade in his hand, pointing the cold-glaring katana at the figure in the gold-red iron armor ahead.
"Guess?" Lynn's voice was indifferent, devoid of the slightest bit of emotion.
"Heh..."
Ras al Ghul grinned, revealing a cruel smile, and his eyes even exuded a bloodthirsty cold gleam.
"When I chop off your limbs, you..."
Before he could finish his harsh words, he was interrupted by Lynn.
"What are you blabbering on about? Eat my Rocketlauncher!"
As the words fell, Lynn directly pulled the trigger.
Rat-tat-tat!!
The gatling gun's barrels spun rapidly in an instant, a torrent of bullets roaring out, tearing through the airflow and violently shooting towards the assassins of the League of Assassins.
At the same time, the Rocket launcher abruptly fired missiles one after another, blasting toward the crowd ahead.
Ras al Ghul's brows tightened as he gazed at this scene, the cruel smile still plastered on his face.
"Do you think that because I was ambushed by you last time, I wouldn't be prepared this time?!"
As he spoke, the long blade in his hand suddenly flashed with a white light, rapidly slashing and hacking toward the torrent of bullets and incoming shells as fast as lightning.
Following Ras al Ghul's movements, the assassins beside him also drew their blades one after another, hacking toward the steel torrent ahead.
A battle between firearms and cold weapons kicked off at this moment.
Countless bullets shot in front of Ras al Ghul, only to be directly torn apart and chopped in half by the incomparably hard long blade in his hand.
Shells carrying immense power instantly rushed in front of this League of Assassins leader.
The next second, a flash of blade light.
The shells were chopped in half in an instant, blasting towards the direction behind him, toward the Talon Assassins led by William Cobb, Batman, and the others.
Rumble!!
The explosive fire lit up the night, resembling a gorgeous fireworks display.
After going all-out with firepower for a while, Lynn gave up on suppressing them with heavy firepower.
Because he found that these assassins were all acting like they were cheating, chopping bullets and shells with bare hands, which was simply more fantasy than fantasy novels.
He raised his eyes to look at Ras al Ghul ahead, as well as those agile assassins.
"Not bad, your skills are so good, do you want to join our Bat Gang?"
"Join your Bat Gang?"
Ras al Ghul glanced disdainfully at Lynn, then slowly said:
"If it weren't for your sneak attack last time, how could I have lost a life? Furthermore, how can a mere Bat Gangcompare to my League of Assassins?"
"Ras al Ghul! I won't let you run this time!"
Batman roared, taking advantage of Ras al Ghul's inattention to directly raise his elbow for a sneak attack.
However, under the effects of the Lazarus Pit, Ras al Ghul's physical fitness had long surpassed the limits of humanity.
As soon as Batman's body moved, he noticed it.
Seeing Ras al Ghul tilt his head slightly to dodge Batman's elbow strike, he immediately thrust his left elbow backward, violently smashing into Batman's chest.
The force of this strike was immense, directly making Batman stagger back a few steps.
Seeing their leader ambushed, the assassins of the League of Assassins also rushed toward Batman one after another.
Of course, not just them, the Talon Assassins of the Court of Owls weren't just sitting there watching the show either.
Seeing Batman injured, upholding the traditional virtues of America, they all rushed toward him together.
The firelight reflected on Ras al Ghul's face as he raised his head, sheathing his katana back into the scabbard at his waist.
His right hand tightly grasped the hilt, and his left hand held the scabbard, maintaining the posture of a Japanese quick-draw slash.
"Have you heard of... Iai?"
As his voice fell, Ras al Ghul's arm was as swift as lightning, drawing his blade and fiercely slashing toward Lynn ahead.
However—
"100% Catching Blades with Bare Hands!"
A salted fish appeared out of thin air in Lynn's hand, slashing down fiercely toward the front.
"Heh!" Ras al Ghul squinted slightly, a sneer appearing on his face.
"How could a salted fish..."
Thump!
Just as he was sneering.
He knelt.
Completely and thoroughly knelt on the ground.
His hands were clasped together and raised above his head, and the katana he had just drawn also dropped onto the lawn.
Ras al Ghul: "..."
Even though he had lived for six hundred years, he had never seen such a swordsmanship that could instantly force someone to kneel on the ground.
What the hell kind of situation was this?
"Have you heard of... American Iai?"
Lynn held the salted fish thrusting sword in one hand, and Yan Shuangying's Beretta in the other, its pitch-black muzzle aimed at the lower body of this League of Assassins leader.
Due to the Lazarus Pit, no matter how severe the injuries he suffered, Ras al Ghul's body would automatically recover.
But if he died, he would have to go back to soak in the Lazarus Pit and resurrect once more.
Lynn's purpose was to retrieve the classified files from him and Deathstroke.
Therefore, the gun in his hand wasn't aimed at Ras al Ghul's big head, but rather at his little head.
A spine-chilling cold enveloped Ras al Ghul's little head, making his entire body tremble.
Ras al Ghul looked up, gazing at the handgun aimed at his lower body in front of him, and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
"Officer, can we talk this over nicely?"
Obviously, even the Demon's Head of the League of Assassins would fear the pain of getting his little head blown off.
"Talk it over nicely?" Lynn raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Yes, yes!"
Ras al Ghul nodded like a pounding pestle, terrified that this madman in front of him might accidentally blow up his little head.
Although he was a six-hundred-year-old old man and a World-class master assassin, he was still human and still a man.
Just thinking about the pain of getting his little head blown off made Ras al Ghul shudder.
Lynn said with a dim gaze, "It looks like you really want to talk it over nicely..."
"Let's talk nicely, Officer, there's no need to resort to weapons. We in the League of Assassins are all law-abiding citizens, and every bit of income is taxed and paid to the U.S. IRS."
Beads of cold sweat seeped from Ras al Ghul's forehead as he quickly urged Lynn to put down the handgun, preferring to use words instead of actions.
"Is that so?"
Lynn lowered his eyes to look at this six-hundred-plus-year-old old man.
"But how come I heard that your League of Assassinsdoesn't take our IRS seriously at all, and even took down a branch of our A.R.G.U.S.?"
"Misunderstanding... it's all a misunderstanding..."
As Ras al Ghul spoke, he found that his body seemed able to move freely.
A trace of surprise flashed deep within his eyes.
Could this person's ability have a time limit?
He calmly observed Lynn's expression, his eyes rolling around, and a plan to counterattack had already emerged in his mind.
"Since it's a misunderstanding..."
Before Lynn finished speaking, Ras al Ghul quickly picked up the katana from the ground.
"Go to hell!"
He exerted force with his kneeling legs, and his entire body bounced out like a frog.
"100% Catching Blades with Bare Hands!"
Thump!
Ras al Ghul: "..."
"Well... since you said it's a misunderstanding, I have to shoot even more."
Lynn's left hand holding the gun aimed at Ras al Ghul's little head, his fingers applied force, and he pulled the trigger instantly.
Squish!!
The bullet directly blew off Ras al Ghul's little head, and the intense pain surged over his entire body like a tidal wave.
His expression instantly turned extremely pale, his brows furrowed tightly, and he gritted his teeth, as if enduring some unimaginable agony for an ordinary person.
What was even more torturous was that his hands were now raised above his head, making him unable to even cover his lower body to relieve the pain.
...
Squish!!
Batman's abdomen was savagely pierced by William's hidden blade, and he could only hurriedly dodge the subsequent attacks from these Talon Assassins.
"100% Catching Blades with Bare Hands!"
A deep man's voice came over.
Following closely, four well-trained Talon Assassins instantly knelt on the ground.
William raised his hands above his head, looking up to gaze at the figure in the gold-red iron armor ahead, his face full of shock.
Wasn't Ras al Ghul of the League of Assassins fighting the other party?
How was he dealt with so quickly?
What a trash!
Behind the owl mask, a trace of gloom flashed across his face.
"Rolisa, I'll leave them to you."
Lynn took out the master ball and released the little succubus Rolisa.
Speaking of which, these Talon Assassins also belonged to a type of supernatural creature; perhaps his Feast could execute these immortal monsters and stack some stats.
Rolisa stood in front of these kneeling Talon Assassins, her graceful figure beginning to sway as she urged her magicto cast dark magic.
Ever since Lynn gave her the dionesium last time, the effects of her magic had started getting better and better.
Just by swaying her figure for a moment, she made these Talon Assassins fall into confusion.
When the health points of these Talon Assassins all dropped below 25%, Lynn directly used Feast, devouring them all.
[Feast (Lv2) stacks: 286]
Although he was wounded, Batman still closely gazed at this scene of Lynn devouring the Talon Assassins.
"I didn't expect Lynn to show yet another ability... Looks like I need to update my intelligence," he thought to himself.
He asked himself if he had already collected all of Lynn's intelligence.
But every time, Lynn could always shatter his intelligence and display another incredible ability.
It was simply elusive.
"OMG! What kind of thing is that giant beast?" Robinwidened his eyes, his mouth wide open as he exclaimed in a low voice.
He swore he had never seen such a terrifying giant beast.
How many kinds of abilities did the guy in front of him actually have?
After devouring these Talon Assassins, a comfortable expression appeared on Lynn's face.
"This feeling of increasing intelligence and strength... is really great..."
As the stats increased, his body became stronger than before, and his intelligence became even more astonishing than before.
"Lynn! Can you hear me?"
At this moment, Harley's voice came from the communicator inside the armor.
Lynn came back to his senses and asked, "What's wrong, Harley?"
"Didn't you send Cheshire and Talia to look for Deathstroke?
They already found Deathstroke earlier, and they even set a trap."
Harley's voice sounded somewhat urgent, as if something beyond the plan had happened.
"But that damned old geezer Deathstroke's vigilance is too strong.
He's as alert as if his mother died, immediately noticing Talia and the others' trap.
Right now, Talia and Cheshire are fighting that old geezer."
"How is their battle situation right now?" Lynn asked.
Before he tracked down the League of Assassins, he had sent Cheshire and Talia out to find Deathstroke, preferably to capture him alive.
After all, he didn't know who had the classified files lost by A.R.G.U.S., so a two-pronged approach was the correct solution.
"That old geezer Deathstroke is too strong in combat. If you don't go over there right now, Talia and Cheshire are going to go down and meet their great-grandmothers!" Harleyshrieked.
"So severe?"
Lynn raised an eyebrow, and Deathstroke's information surfaced in his mind.
Deathstroke was a cyborg of the Military, possessing not only ultra-high-speed self-healing abilities, but also extremely strong combat capabilities and combat intelligence.
Come to think of it, it was only natural that Talia and Cheshire couldn't beat Deathstroke.
Although Ras al Ghul's lower body was blown off by Lynn's gunshot, because his body could rapidly self-heal, granulation tissue was now growing at the wound site, causing him to constantly emit miserable screams in pain.
Lynn pulled out the four-dimensional pocket from his system backpack, and directly stuffed the screaming Ras al Ghul into it.
"Rolisa! We should go!!"
Accompanied by the man's deep voice, the gold-red iron armor suddenly spewed high-temperature airflow, ascending into the thick night sky.
Batman and Robin slumped on the ground, gazing at the messy lawn, exhausted.
"Master Bruce, are you still preparing a plan to deal with him? I feel like he, much like that person, possesses an invincible side."
The voice of the old butler Alfred rang in Batman's ear.
"Alfred, I have to do this."
Batman propped himself up to stand, even though his lower abdomen was still bleeding and the intense pain constantly stimulated his nerves, he stood up relying on his tenacious willpower.
"I once swore before my parents' graves that I would make this city better, even if I had to wager everything I have!"
"But he dug up your parents' graves, and you said he has the ability to resurrect others."
Alfred's voice carried a hint of hesitation.
"If one day he resurrects Master Thomas and Mrs. Marthato blackmail you with them, Master Bruce, what will you do then?"
Batman: "..."
Chapter 88: Pigtails, Green Elf, Cat-Eared Girl
It is midnight now.
Diamond District, the rooftop of the Black Mask building.
Scattered across the rooftop floor were broken weapon fragments, dark red bloodstains, and several shattered trap trigger devices.
The howling wind whipped the fine rain, blowing Talia's long black hair into a messy frenzy.
Thick blood oozed from the wound on her chest, staining most of her tight battle suit.
Talia knelt on one knee on the cold concrete ground, her right hand pressing hard against the wound. Blood continuously dripped from between her fingers, splashing into tiny droplets as it hit the ground.
"Cough, cough..."
She coughed violently, a trace of bloody froth spilling from the corner of her mouth, and her vision was already starting to blur.
Cheshire's condition was even worse than hers.
She curled up in the corner of the rooftop, her left leg twisted at a bizarre angle; it looked like it had been snapped by sheer brute force.
The cat-ear mask on her face was also half-shattered, revealing half of her blood-stained cheek.
Cheshire tightly gripped a poisoned short blade in her right hand, but due to inhaling some kind of poisonous gas, she could only pant heavily.
Deathstroke stood in the center of the rooftop, his silver-and-orange tactical armor gleaming with a cold luster in the wind and rain.
The football-shaped, silver-and-orange dual-colored metal helmet perfectly covered his head.
A few drops of blood dripped from the samurai sword in his right hand. The blade was washed shiny by the rain, reflecting the disheveled appearances of Talia and Cheshire.
"Is that it?"
Deathstroke's voice, filtered through the mask, sounded raspy and cold, carrying undisguised mockery.
"Ras al Ghul's daughter, one of the top assassins of the League of Assassins, and Cheshire, reputed to be the deadliest assassin in the World...",
"Team up and this is all the ability you have? You really disappoint me."
He slowly raised his foot and walked toward Talia step by step.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
The combat boots crushed the bloodstains on the ground, making a sticky sound that sounded exceptionally harsh on this storm-tossed rooftop.
An extremely heavy sense of oppression came with the footsteps, as if every step Deathstroke took was treading on the hearts of the two women.
"Mmhmm~"
Cheshire struggled to stand up, but let out a painful groan due to the excruciating pain in her left leg, falling heavily back down.
She gritted her teeth and used her very last ounce of strength to hurl the short blade toward Deathstroke.
Whoosh!!
The short blade flew toward Deathstroke with a sound piercing the air.
But Deathstroke had already perceived her movement and merely tilted his body slightly to dodge Cheshire's short blade.
With a clang, the short blade pierced into the wall behind him like a nail.
"Futile struggle."
Deathstroke glanced at Cheshire, his tone full of disdain.
"You shouldn't have provoked me from the very beginning, nor should you have naively thought that the two of you could keep me here."
Talia forced herself to try and stand up, but the moment she exerted force, the excruciating pain in her chest made her vision go black, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
She could only prop herself up on the ground to steady her posture and looked up at Deathstroke.
"Wilson, do you think you've won?"
"Otherwise?"
Deathstroke raised his brow slightly.
"Right now, the two of you are like two wounded preys, at my mercy."
He stopped his steps, looking down at Talia from above, pointing the tip of his blade at her throat.
"Tell me, what did Ras al Ghul send you to find me for?"
"The League of Assassins didn't send us," Talia said coldly.
"The League of Assassins didn't send you?"
Deathstroke's tone carried a hint of surprise, then, as if realizing something, the crimson light in his eye flickered, and his gaze toward Talia filled with pity.
"Poor Talia, I've said it long ago: Ras al Ghul will abandon you, the League of Assassins is not suited for you, and he is even a madman!"
As early as when Ras al Ghul invited him to join the League of Assassins, he had already seen through the madness of that organization.
Ask yourself, which normal assassin organization would have its ultimate goal be destroying the entire human civilization?
As the most professional mercenary, Deathstroke's philosophy was completely different from theirs—he never cared whether humanity would be destroyed or not; he only recognized money and served whoever paid the most.
Therefore, he did not accept Ras al Ghul's invitation, choosing instead to go solo.
"Without the protection of the League of Assassins, you're not even as good as a stray dog."
Deathstroke withdrew his pitying gaze, his tone turning bone-chillingly cold once more as he slightly raised his samurai sword, aiming the tip at the center of Talia's brow.
"Since it's not for the League of Assassins, you and this cat came to find me mostly for something else, right? What a pity, you won't have the chance to get it."
Gazing at the sharp blade before her, Talia's heart plummeted.
Right now, apart from having members of the Bat Gangstep in to save them, there was no other way.
There was truly no other way left; were they really going to die at Deathstroke's hands?
A trace of reluctance flashed in the depths of Talia's eyes, and her father Ras al Ghul's voice uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.
Those were the words her father said when he taught her how to use a blade hand-in-hand in the training grounds of the League of Assassins when she was young.
"Talia, there is no surrender in an assassin's dictionary, only life and Death. Even if you only have your last breath left, you must bite out your enemy's throat."
Her father Ras al Ghul's voice used to be her belief.
But heard at this moment, it only made Talia feel endless desolation.
She had already tried her utmost, yet she couldn't even pose the slightest threat to Deathstroke.
Despair, mixed with the cold rain, instantly permeated her entire body.
Her vision grew increasingly blurry, the excruciating pain in her chest made her nearly suffocate, and she could even feel the bone-chilling killing intent radiating from Deathstroke's samurai sword.
Talia's heart was filled with a tidal wave of despair. She slowly closed her eyes and gave up struggling.
Perhaps Deathstroke was right; divorced from her father and the League of Assassins, she was nothing.
It was just a pity for Damian Wayne... The child was only eight years old and hadn't even seen his own father.
"Resigning yourself to fate?"
Deathstroke sneered and suddenly exerted force with his arm.
"Since that's the case, then I'll send you on your way!"
The samurai sword slashed fiercely toward Talia's neck with the sharp sound of breaking wind.
The wind and rain seemed to be cleaved apart by the mighty momentum of this slash. The air was left with only a thick aura of Death, wrapping around the heavily injured Talia.
Cheshire, curled up in the corner, abruptly shrank her neck and closed her eyes, not daring to look at this scene at all.
Just at the instant when the samurai sword was about to chop into Talia's neck.
Clang!!
Deathstroke only felt a tremendous force transmit from the blade, his arm instantly going numb, and his entire body was actually jarred half a step back.
"What's going on?!"
He steadied his posture, his crimson gaze staring fixedly at the thing that blocked his long blade.
It was a salted fish that was entirely azure-blue, its surface covered in salt!
"What the hell is this thing?"
Shock appeared in Deathstroke's voice for the first time.
In his decades of career, he had seen countless bizarre weapons, but this was the first time he had ever seen a salted fish block his alloy long blade.
Before he could react, a bantering voice came from the side.
"Deathstroke, what kind of skill is it to bully two girls from the Bat Gang?"
Hearing the voice, Talia abruptly opened her eyes.
In her blurred vision, she saw a figure wearing gold-and-red battle armor standing in front of her, holding a... salted fish?
Deathstroke's helmet turned slightly, his crimson gaze sweeping over Lynn's gold-and-red battle armor, and his tone instantly turned solemn:
"The guy in gold-and-red armor... I recognize you. Last time at the Gotham port, it was you who solved that terrifying monster."
Several months ago, Penguin hired him to take down a man wearing a bear head mask.
They had agreed to rendezvous at the Gotham port, but Deathstroke encountered ferocious monsters there instead.
"That was simply ridiculous, Iron Man and Venom..."
Just as Deathstroke was murmuring, Lynn wrapped an arm around Talia, holding the salted fish thrusting sword in his right hand, and slashed fiercely forward.
"100% Catching Blades with Bare Hands!"
The moment the words fell, a bizarre force suddenly enveloped Deathstroke.
His originally tense body suddenly stiffened, and his arm holding the samurai sword stopped uncontrollably in mid-air.
Immediately after, his hands, as if manipulated by invisible threads, abruptly let go of the hilt and instinctively brought his palms together above his head.
With a clang, the alloy samurai sword dropped onto the concrete ground, making a crisp sound.
What made Deathstroke feel even more incredible was that his legs bent uncontrollably, causing him to kneel heavily on the ground.
Catching a sword bare-handed, it is no exception.
"Wh—what the hell?!"
Deathstroke's voice was filled with astonishment and bewilderment.
His crimson gaze stared fixedly at Lynn through the helmet cracks, his body struggling desperately, but his limbs remained as unmoving as if they were poured with lead.
"You used magic on me?" As one of the top mercenaries in the World, Deathstroke figured out the reason in an instant.
This bizarre power must be magic!
"magic?" Lynn raised an eyebrow, the shadow of his gold-and-red battle armor completely enveloping the kneeling Deathstroke.
"You can understand it that way too. But like I said, if you want to bully people from the Bat Gang, you have to ask me first."
Deathstroke: "..."
Are you out of your mind? You Bat Gang people came looking for trouble to bully me!
Lynn ignored Deathstroke's aggrieved expression. He slightly bent his knees, his right elbow pulling back sharply to store power, and Laoda Martial Soul appeared behind him.
Instantly, the tip of his elbow smashed fiercely toward Deathstroke's helmet like a cannonball fired from its chamber!
"Man! Man! Man!"
The elbow tip smashed savagely against Deathstroke's head like a violent storm.
Even though Deathstroke was a genetically modified human, it was hard for him to withstand hundreds of elbow strikes blessed by Lynn's Laodas Power.
Eventually, he collapsed to the ground, his head beaten into a pig's head by the elbows, and passed out.
The entire process was lightning-fast. From Lynn using 100% Catching Blades with Bare Hands, to Deathstroke kneeling in bewilderment, and then being defeated by elbow strikes, it was only a few short minutes.
The rooftop instantly fell into a dead silence, with only the howling sound of the wind whipping the fine rain.
"That... settled it?" Talia stared blankly at the scene before her, her eyes filled with disbelief.
That Deathstroke, whom she and Cheshire couldn't contend against despite trying their utmost and even drove her to despair, was actually resolved so easily by Lynn?
Cheshire, curled up in the corner, also slowly opened her eyes.
When she saw Deathstroke lying unconscious on the ground, a trace of joy surged onto her face.
Cheshire quickly shifted her gaze to the figure wearing the gold-and-red battle armor, and the disgust deep within her eyes receded slightly.
[Cheshire Favorability + 10]
[Talia Favorability + 10]
Lynn put Deathstroke away using his four-dimensional pocket and raised an eyebrow when he saw the azure prompt before him.
"I didn't expect it to indirectly farm favorability with the two of them..."
[Cheshire Favorability: -20]
[Talia Favorability: -10]
...
The next day, Zeus Stock Exchange.
In a cramped room, both Ras al Ghul and Deathstroke were locked inside.
To prevent the two top assassins from escaping the Zeus Stock Exchange, Lynn had long since stripped them of their clothes and battle armor completely.
"You two, you destroyed our A.R.G.U.S. branch in Star City some time ago and took a confidential file. You two surely remember that, right?"
Lynn crossed his legs, sitting on a chair, his clear eyes staring fixedly at Deathstroke Wilson and Ras al Ghul, who were sitting on the ground wearing only a pair of briefs.
"Could it be that just for this file, you dragged the two of us here?"
A look of surprise appeared on Ras al Ghul's face, and his eyes looking at the man wearing the bear head mask in front of him were filled with confusion.
"Of course," Lynn nodded. "Otherwise, how could I get that confidential file back from your hands?"
Ras al Ghul felt as if he had heard some colossal joke.
Just for a file, the madman in front of him had directly captured him and Deathstroke.
"If you had asked me for this file from the very beginning, perhaps I would have considered whether to give it to you or not, but now..."
A sneer appeared on Ras al Ghul's face.
"Don't even think about getting a single bit of information regarding the confidential file from my mouth!"
"Me too!"
Deathstroke crossed his arms. His injured face had long since recovered under his high-speed self-healing ability.
"You two, that's not up to you," Lynn said faintly.
"Are you going to shoot our Dick with a gun again?" Ras al Ghul frowned and said.
"I'm telling you, as top assassins, we've already endured this kind of pain once. Even if you use this trick again, it's useless to me!"
"Me too!" Deathstroke nodded, putting on a cold, emotionless expression.
"Really?" Lynn raised an eyebrow. "Since that's the case, then I'll have to see the limit of your self-healing abilities."
Finished speaking, a pitch-black pistol appeared out of thin air in Lynn's hand, firing two shots directly at the Dicks of both Wilson and Ras al Ghul.
Bang! Bang!
A splash of blood instantly burst from the lower bodies of the two master assassins.
"Holy crab!"
The expressions of Ras al Ghul and Wilson instantly changed, and they covered their lower bodies in pain.
"Th... this trick won't be useful against us!"
Ras al Ghul gritted his teeth and said these words through the pain.
"Me too!" Deathstroke said with a pain-ridden face.
Lynn nodded: "I know, so I'm waiting for you to recover, and then I'll add another shot."
Ras al Ghul: "..."
Deathstroke: "..."
Is this fucking even a human?
...
After interrogating the whereabouts of the confidential file from the mouths of Ras al Ghul and Deathstroke, Lynnonce again dispatched Talia and Cheshire into action.
I have to say, the healing effect of Senzu Beans was really quite useful; the two people were on the verge of Deaththe day before, and the next day they were full of vigor and vitality.
"It's just a pity that my blood packs and Senzu Beans are all used up. I need to see if I can make more of these things that can heal others."
Lynn lay on the office sofa, his World-shocking wisdom starting to spin.
But as he thought about it, he felt something was wrong.
"What's the situation?"
Lynn quickly raised his head and saw Harley with red and blue pigtails, Pamela looking like a green elf, and Selinathe cat-eared lady surrounding him.
"According to tradition, today is your day to pay the public grain," Harley said.
Pamela and Selina beside her also nodded, surrounded him, grabbed Lynn's hand, and placed it on their snow-white, plump, and fragrant chests.
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"Hiss... Yes, I can't do this anymore."
Chapter 89: Is the evil Superman going to team up with aliens to invade Earth?
This was a patch of pink clouds, filled with soft, fluffy clouds everywhere, looking exceptionally soft.
Lynn lay back on it, looking completely content and immensely refreshed.
Vine tentacles rapidly stretched out from above the clouds, binding Pamela and Selina.
I have to say, cats are simply much more sensitive than other species.
Catwoman is no exception.
Needless to say, Pamela, who was bound by the vine tentacles next to her, was even more so.
...
Washington, A.R.G.U.S. headquarters.
After paying the public grain, Talia and Cheshire also retrieved the classified files.
After Lynn used breath regeneration to recover his condition, he directly put on the iron armor and brought the classified files to the underground headquarters Base of A.R.G.U.S.
At this very moment, right inside the office of Amanda Waller.
"Here, the classified files you wanted, um."
Lynn casually tossed the classified files onto the desk of Amanda Waller, then comfortably sat down on a chair.
"Not bad." Amanda Waller opened the classified files, glanced at them, and then nodded.
"I knew Agent Lynn that you are the trump card of A.R.G.U.S., being able to have an Agent with such outstanding abilities like you is our luck."
"Of course, if I were a villain, would you guys not be completely finished?" Lynn curled his lips.
Amanda Waller: "..."
How can you believe such flattery?
[Main Quest "Snatch Back Files" Completed]
[Reward Received: 20 Experience Points, 20 A.R.G.U.S.Reputation, Lightning Five Consecutive Whips, Minato Namikaze Character Card * 1]
[Lightning Five Consecutive Whips: A whip with a built-in electric shock effect, waving it once will automatically lash five times.]
[Minato Namikaze Character Card: Do you know what is most important about the Yellow Flash?]
Lynn raised an eyebrow.
"I did not expect this Lightning Five Consecutive Whips to actually be an item, one draw gives four prizes, looks alright.
Moreover, the Minato Namikaze character card seems to be the main point; if I remember correctly, this guy is fast almost to the extent of teleportation.
I wonder if the character card of Jotaro Kujo can be used together with the character card of Minato Namikaze.
If time stop and the teleportation space-time ninjutsu could be used together...
Hiss, then I really would not eat beef anymore."
"You should have looked at this classified file, right?" The voice of Amanda Waller interrupted the thoughts of Lynn.
"Of course." Lynn nodded, "This is nothing more than the weaknesses and coping plans of those few superheroes in the Justice League."
"Nothing more?" Amanda Waller frowned, "This is a plan summarized by our A.R.G.U.S. Agents at the risk of their lives, very precious."
"I have a more complete one here."
Lynn shook his head, took a flash drive out of his pocket, and slapped it directly onto the desk of Amanda Waller.
"You should hurry and burn the classified files in your hand; some of the information on them is wrong."
Amanda Waller half-believingly inserted the flash drive into the computer, and immediately her gaze began to quickly scan the contents inside the flash drive.
Moments later, her expression suddenly became solemn.
"Such detailed weaknesses of so many superheroes, as well as plans targeting them, if controlled by someone with ulterior motives, I am afraid another disaster will occur."
Amanda Waller exclaimed.
"I even saw the weakness of Batman here, as well as the plan targeting him!"
You must know that Batman is the most cautious and meticulous superhero. Even his weakness has been discovered by someone, let alone other superheroes.
"Agent Lynn, where did you find this plan?"
"From the hands of Batman."
Amanda Waller:???
You actually got this kind of thing from Batman?
Just as she was about to continue questioning.
The computer screen on the desk suddenly flickered without warning.
The interface originally displaying the superhero weakness plans was instantly replaced by a blinding patch of static white.
Sizzle!!
A harsh buzzing current sound rang out.
"What is going on?"
Amanda Waller frowned deeply and reached out to press the restart button of the host computer.
Her computer used the highest-level security system of A.R.G.U.S., and network attacks by hackers were completely useless.
But this sudden anomaly raised a trace of unease in her heart.
The next second, the static white faded away, and an angular, oppressive face appeared on the screen.
The man had neat short hair, eyes as sharp as a falcon, and an iron-blooded authority from a long-term high position seemed to linger around his body.
A silver-gray tight-fitting battle armor outlined his explosive muscle lines, and a strange emblem composed of geometric figures was printed on his chest.
"Earthling."
A low and majestic voice came from the speaker, carrying a unique rhythm not belonging to Earth language, yet clearly understood by those present.
"I am Zod, Commander of the Kryptonian Expeditionary Force."
The gaze of General Zod seemed to pierce through the screen, scanning the entire Earth, his tone devoid of any emotion.
"My detectors have locked onto two Kryptonian sparks drifting here; they are the hope of Krypton revival and the luck of your Earth.
I order you to immediately send them before me.
Do not try to resist, and do not harbor any delusions of hiding them.
Krypton technology far exceeds your imagination; any resistance will only bring destruction.
I give you twenty-four hours: either hand them over, or bear the wrath of Krypton."
As his voice fell, the face of General Zod was once again replaced by static white.
Following that, the computer screen went completely black. No matter how Amanda Waller pressed the buttons, there was no response anymore, as if everything just now was merely an illusion.
Amanda Waller was completely dazed, her hand still maintaining the posture of pressing the button, the solemnity on her face completely replaced by shock.
Kryptonians?
Zod?
Kryptonian Expeditionary Force?
Have aliens invaded?
A string of unfamiliar vocabulary exploded in her mind, leaving her unable to react for a moment.
As the woman who controls A.R.G.U.S. and knows countless supernatural secrets, she considered herself to have seen enough storms; whether it was magic, mutant creatures, or alien technology, all were within her scope of response.
But this scene just now... Could these aliens be invading Earth?
Amanda Waller recalled what that person said just now, as if the survival of Earth was nothing more than a matter of a single sentence in the other party's eyes.
Lynn stroked his chin with his right hand, deep in thought.
Zod is most likely looking for Clark Kent, who is Superman, and as for the other one, it should be Supergirl—Kara Zor-El.
Combining the abilities of this group of Kryptonians and the strength of Kryptonian technology, Lynn almost did not have to use his brain to guess the purpose of General Zodfor coming to Earth.
So he raised his head, his clear eyes gazing at Amanda Waller before him, his tone firm.
"It looks like the evil Superman is going to team up with aliens to invade Earth. We must quickly find the righteous Justice League, team up to take down the evil Superman, and rescue the massive Supergirl."
Amanda Waller:???
What the hell is this ridiculous nonsense?
Chapter 90 What era is this, and you are still robbing with knives?
Washington, A.R.G.U.S. underground headquarters Base.
On the office chair, the dark-complexioned Amanda Wallerheld a phone in each of her hands, while another landline phone was pressed against her ear.
Over a dozen minutes had passed since General Zod's broadcast arrived, and she had already taken several calls.
After finishing all the calls, Amanda Waller finally put down those annoying things and let out a sigh of relief.
An alien invasion event like General Zod's was enough to put the entire America into the highest state of combat readiness.
As the Director and highest commander of A.R.G.U.S., at this time she needed to coordinate with various departments of the American Government to ensure the implementation of the plan.
"Lynn, your mission has arrived again."
Lynn, who was sitting in the chair with his legs crossed, sizing up the ceiling, and exclaiming how much of a ceiling this ceiling truly was, instantly snapped to attention.
When you mention this, I am suddenly wide awake.
"People from the Department of Defense just said that those aliens might be looking for Superman and Supergirl." Amanda Waller's expression was slightly solemn.
"So my mission is to take down the evil Superman, and lead the Justice League and Supergirl to rebel against those aliens, right?"
Lynn's world-shaking intelligence began to run, and an excited smile appeared on his face.
Hearing this, Amanda Waller hurriedly wanted to open her mouth to deny it, but was interrupted by Lynn waving his hand in advance.
"No need to say more, I already know your mission and what you mean. Now I will pack my things and prepare to take down the evil Superman."
Amanda Waller: "..."
With your current lunatic mental state, what are you going to use to fight Superman?
She took a deep breath, thinking of Lynn's beautiful mental state, and said helplessly while holding her forehead:
"The President's meaning is for us to try to contact Superman and Supergirl, and conduct negotiations with those aliens.
Although A.R.G.U.S. can contact Wonder Woman, for some reason, she is not responding to us right now, and it is very difficult for us to contact Superman and Supergirl.
So I need you to go to Metropolis to investigate, to facilitate the subsequent actions."
[Main Quest: Investigate Supergirl]
[Quest Description: General Zod is attacking, and the American Government is preparing to unite with Superman and Supergirl.
But they haven't been able to contact Supergirl and Superman. Please go to the new map Metropolis to investigate Supergirl]
[Quest Rewards: EXP + 20, A.R.G.U.S. Reputation + 20, Random Character Card * 1]
...
Metropolis, downtown.
This city, known as the City of Tomorrow, is located in Delaware on the East Coast of America, just over five hundred miles away from Gotham where Batman is located.
But the art style and public security of the two cities are worlds apart.
Lynn stepped down from the intercity bus and looked up ahead. The dazzling sunlight refracted on the glass curtain walls above the tall buildings, dyeing a touch of golden madder color.
White peace doves fluttered above the buildings, sometimes rising and sometimes falling, like swimming fish, striving for freedom in the autumn frost of all things.
"Is this Metropolis? It looks a lot better than Gotham."
Beside him, a middle-aged white man carrying large and small bags put down his luggage, looked up and stared at this City of Hope, his eyes full of yearning.
"Definitely, this is Superman's city after all."
The black man beside him raised his face and grinned a brilliant smile.
"You know Superman, right? He is not as gloomy and cold as Gotham's Batman. Superman is full of hope, just like... just like the Sun, radiating warmth."
Lynn had changed into a wool coat, but his lower body was still floral shorts and slippers.
He walked straight past the two of them and stepped toward a small alley by the street.
According to America's local customs and practices, there must be some NPCs in the alley who could help him adapt to this new map.
Sure enough, as soon as he walked into the alley, Lynn saw two fierce-looking black men walking up.
"Brother, lend some money to spend." A scar-faced black man twirled a butterfly knife in his hand and stepped forward.
"Hehehe... An Asian actually dares to walk into the alley alone. Doesn't he know this is the territory of us Americans?"
The other bald black man grinned, looking at Lynn with a ferocious smile, carrying undisguised Greed on his face.
It seemed that this abstractly dressed Asian was a complete fat sheep in their eyes.
"What era is this, and you guys are still robbing with knives?"
Lynn raised an eyebrow looking at the two black men walking towards him, his face full of disdain.
If the people in neighboring Gotham find out, they'll think that none of the people in Metropolis know how to rob!
He immediately took out his vulcan gatling and Rocketlauncher from the system backpack, and directly handed them to the two black men in front of him.
"Hold this!"
Lynn handed the gatling gun to the scar-faced black man, with its six gun barrels aimed at his own head.
"Point the muzzle at me, that's what a robbery looks like. And you, raise the Rocket and aim it properly."
The scar-faced man and the bald man looked at each other, seeing the dumbfounded expression and astonishment on each other's faces.
Pulling out a vulcan gatling and a Rocket launcher out of thin air... What the hell kind of god-man is this?
Seeing the fear and hesitation on their faces, Lynn looked displeased and broke into a standard Liu Huaqiang smile.
"You two came out to rob, why are you still cowering and not daring to shoot? I'll only give you three seconds, otherwise I'll take these weapons back."
It wasn't that Lynn was truly crazy and wanted to waste one of his lives.
Rather, he felt that the Feast added stats to him, seeming to have reached the level where he could hard-resist bullets.
That was why he was testing it out with these two guys.
The scar-faced black man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, lifting this vulcan gatling laboriously with both hands, his forehead covered in dense beads of sweat.
"What should we do?" he whispered to the bald black man beside him.
"Fuck! Why is today so unlucky, running into a lunatic..."
The bald man cursed angrily.
"Could this guy be from Gotham?"
He looked up at his companion, a fierce look flashing deep in his eyes.
"Didn't he want us to shoot and kill him? Then we'll satisfy him. Anyway, with you as my witness, even if Supermancomes, there's not a damn thing he can do!"
Hearing the bald black man's words, the scar-faced man nodded and immediately prepared to pull the trigger.
However—
"Three!"
Counting to three, Lynn instantly retracted the vulcan gatling and Rocket launcher back into the system backpack, and simultaneously took out Yan Shuangying's Beretta, aiming it at the two of them.
"I gave you a chance, but you guys are useless. You two have got a lot of nerve, actually daring to rob someone from the IRS."
Lynn placed his right hand on the bald black man's head, shaking it as if he were rolling walnuts.
"Robbery! Oh no wait, collecting taxes. I am an Agent of the IRS, hand over all the money in your hands as taxes."
Scar-face: "..."
Bald black man: "..."
Did they run into a lunatic who escaped from Arkham Asylum?
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