manynovel Chapter 68 Arrival
Chapter 68 Arrival
Chapter 68 Arrival
With a loud bang.
The Cheshire Cat scrambled away from where it had just been standing, and the next second, that spot exploded under the combined attack of three claws, smashing the wooden floor and scattering wood chips everywhere.
"This is unbelievable."
She said to Deadshot, "I thought I'd finally stop jumping around like a monkey this time."
She complained, "Ever since I came to Gotham, it seems like I've been doing the same job all the time. I'm an assassin! I've had enough!"
With so many claws, the Cheshire Cat simply couldn't make any big leaps or bounds in such an indoor space.
She barely managed to deflect the samurai sword that swung from the muscular claws with her own knife, and then her folding knife flew out the window, shouting "I'm free!"
The Cheshire Cat suddenly became somewhat exasperated: "Floyd, why can't you just pull out an ultrasonic rocket launcher or a surge effect gun or something and blast these guys away?"
Of course, the Cheshire Cat analogy is just a joke. This hall might be a very spacious place as a banquet hall, but if it were a battlefield, firing an ultrasonic rocket here would undoubtedly result in mutual destruction.
The Cheshire Cat was annoyed that he had been distracted during the battle.
She nimbly did a backflip, and then saw the muscular claws opposite her abandon their knife and switch to fists, the size of sandbags, as they slammed down on her with a whooshing sound.
"Fuck," the Cheshire Cat cursed in a pleasant voice.
boom!
With her arms crossed, she was knocked backward and sent flying, leaving a V-shaped hole in the wall before falling from the second floor of the hospital.
The scene felt strangely familiar; it seemed like she had been sent flying in the same way when she fought Bane before.
"Damn it!"
Cold sweat beaded on the Deadshot's forehead. In such a confined space, if he used his breakthrough weapon, he could very well have blasted it to pieces—
Wait, why doesn't it work?
Deadshot's mind went blank for a moment, then he immediately reacted and turned to call out to Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Killer Croc, who were still fighting with several claws.
"Smash this place! Fight these freaks in an open area!"
He shouted a call out, then fired the first shot at the load-bearing wall.
The Mr. Freeze, sprawled on the ground, stared in horror: "No! What are you doing?! We're still lying here unable to move, if you collapse this place—"
"I don't care if you die!"
The Deadshot fired another shot at the wall. The electric current struck the wall, corroding a large, charred hole in it.
"We must face death with equanimity... O great God! Almighty Father, true God, we..."
Mr. Freeze turned his head and saw that the lower half of the Mudman's body was almost melting, yet he was still performing with such passion. He couldn't blame the other party, after all, the other party was a terminally ill performative personality... but he was still so angry!
"Firefly, come help me!" He hurriedly called out to Firefly, the only one among the villains who could still move. After all, only his armor suit was malfunctioning; he could still move around.
Mr. Freeze looked at Dr. Phosphorus, who was lying on the ground smoking after mistakenly eating sodium hydroxide instead of sugar cubes, and the bat-man who had turned into a thin, bookish figure: "We have to get them out of here!"
"Batman, if you don't come to save us soon, we're going to..."
"I've already jumped out of the plane and will be on the battlefield in 30 seconds."
The penguin heard a whooshing sound in his ears, like someone falling. He and the ventriloquist huddled together, the two short, stout figures shivering on the chaotic battlefield.
"Hurry up!!!"
"I won't let you succeed." Scarecrow immediately noticed Deathshooter's actions, and he saw Poison Ivy also slam the huge plant into the load-bearing wall next to them.
He immediately summoned a sharp-clawed creature: "Stop him!"
"Yes."
Even after transforming into muscular freaks, these highly trained claw assassins showed no signs of slowing down.
In an instant, he appeared before Deathshooter, brandishing his blade: "Floyd Lawton, the Court of Owls sentences you to death!"
A blade of light, as sharp as a bolt of lightning, fell. The Death Shooter, his figure staggering backward, raised his gun—
Clang!
The samurai sword was bitten in mid-air by a gaping maw, and shattered into pieces with just a bit of force.
It's a killer crocodile!
The muscular, clawed assassin paused for a moment, then threw a punch, only to be grabbed by Killer Croc: "Don't kid me!"
He swung his tail, and beneath the blue scales, his muscles writhed like a centipede.
Lift your foot, stomp down, and then plunge it into the floor!
The other party just felt...
Weightlessness, spinning, and then suddenly being slammed into the floor like a hammer!
呲!
The Claw Assassin's head pierced through the floor and emerged from the ceiling of the second floor.
Killer Crocodile revealed a contemptuous expression.
"Your power is far inferior to that of the real Bane."
He said confidently, "If that's all there is to it, I wouldn't lose even if three of them came—"
The next second, he was pinned down by five leaping claws.
"It's not fair... Waaaaah..."
The fists pounded down like drums, and the crocodile covered its head with its hands as it was brutally kicked, unable to utter a single word.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Death Shooter fired another shot at the wall.
Rumble rumble rumble rumble!
With a deafening roar, as if the whole world was collapsing, the entire building finally collapsed.
Amidst the ruins, Deathshooter had just gotten up when he saw nine muscular claws standing opposite him in the bright moonlight.
"Wayne, how are you?"
The killer crocodile, dazed, pushed aside a pile of rubble and stood up. He cursed and spat out the pile of rotten stones he had eaten.
"I'm fine, how about Oswald?"
"Thanks to you, I'm still alive."
The Penguin's voice rang out from the side, and a pile of rubble was pushed aside, revealing the Penguin holding an umbrella to protect himself and the Ventriloquist.
He whispered:
"Hold on a little longer, Batman should have about 15 seconds left—"
"Wayne! Old friend!" the scarecrow's voice rang out as he slowly emerged from the protection of his muscular claws and began to clap his hands.
"You're still so fit after all these years, which reminds me of the golden years we worked together."
He said, "How about this, Wellen, I'll offer you $5 million, no, $10 million, in exchange for the head of this stupid penguin next to you?"
"Pay now, just like the times we've done before. You always want money, don't you, big guy?"
"Indeed."
Killer Croc said, "But..."
He paused, and under the Scarecrow's bewildered gaze, said, "There are 5 seconds left."
"What do you mean?"
"5," he said.
"4." Poison Ivy flipped over the bricks, and the plants carried her and Harley Quinn, landing beside the Penguin.
"3." The Cheshire Cat, who had just been knocked away, slowly walked back, crossed the ruins, and landed beside the group.
"2." The Death Shooter lowered his gun, his expression relaxed.
"1," said the penguin.
"He's here."
Chen Tao fell in the center of the battlefield.
(End of this chapter)