The 46th Chapter

"Watch out!"

Oliver, with his sharp eyes, was the first to notice something and shoved Walter aside in shock.

"Bang!"

The bullet grazed past him!

"Ahhh~" Screams erupted throughout the auction hall.

Floyd Lawton lived with his mother and older brother, Edward Lawton, in his childhood. Though their lives were difficult, Floyd was happy and peaceful thanks to the love of his mother and brother.

Until one day, after his vicious father abused and beat his mother again, his mother, unable to bear it any longer, finally decided to have her two sons kill their father (how cruel). Edward accepted his mother's plea and decided to kill their father, but Floyd was unwilling to go along with it. So, Edward and their mother locked him up, leaving his brother to carry out the task alone.

Unexpectedly, young Floyd escaped. Determined to stop his brother, he arrived outside his father's room and, holding a gun, crouched on a tree, intending to shoot the weapon out of his brother's hand. However, due to the swaying of the branches, he accidentally shot and killed his brother, Edward!

This incident changed Floyd's life. Regardless of how young Floyd escaped and evaded his parents' pursuit, Lawton, who wandered across various places, slowly grew up. By a stroke of luck, he joined a secret organization whose main business was assassinating politicians and wealthy merchants. They recognized Floyd's talent with firearms and trained him rigorously in shooting, stealth, and combat.

Years later, Floyd Lawton, having successfully completed his training, became one of the most terrifying assassins on the planet, with his divine marksmanship. The name 'Deathstroke, who never misses' echoed throughout the industry.

Through his scope, Floyd sneered as he watched his target being pushed away by his stepson in the opposite building. His expression unchanged, he continued to fire three shots.

Huh? Floyd was surprised to see a table flying out of nowhere block the three shots and successfully obstruct his view from the window.

He quickly scanned the entire venue through his scope from another window and found a tall, handsome white man loudly directing the panicked crowd. The target and his family had already been escorted away by the police.

"Damn it." Floyd quickly assessed the situation and regretfully realized he had lost his chance. Glancing unwillingly at the chaotic scene, Floyd gritted his teeth and decisively retreated.

But he had only descended two floors when, with a bang, a green figure burst through the glass wall of the stairwell.

Rat-tat-tat. Without even looking, Deathstroke raised his hand and fired a burst.

But the newcomer was not to be trifled with. With a nimble roll, he dodged the bullets and took the opportunity to shoot an arrow at him. Yes, the common arrows we know.

Bang.

The steel arrowhead fiercely pierced the wall. Then, with another bang, the newcomer extinguished the lights in the hallway.

Deathstroke stiffened. "It's you! Vigilante."

A distorted, low voice echoed in the darkness, "That's right, it's me! Lawton, who sent you? Tell me, and I'll spare your life."

Deathstroke, also hiding in a corner, sneered, "Do you think I'll tell you?"

Both of them simultaneously fired a burst of bullets and arrows in each other's direction based on instinct.

"Bang."

"Rat-tat-tat."

"..."

The hallway fell silent.

"As a marksman, I have to admit, your skill with a bow and arrow is astonishing," Deathstroke's sinister voice sounded from the darkness. "But in modern society, firearms are the most convenient and powerful shooting weapons..."

Using the sight on his right eye, Floyd was the first to spot Oliver's figure and fired a burst of bullets.

Green Arrow, who was crouching and preparing to ambush, also keenly sensed the killing intent and leaped forward, breaking through the door and into an abandoned room.

"Alright, looks like you don't want to appreciate each other's talents. It's rare to find fellow killers," Floyd, holding the advantage, engaged in banter.

"No, I'm different from you," Green Arrow said calmly from behind the door. "You kill for money, I kill for justice. Everyone I kill deserves to die; they've failed this city!"

Deathstroke, subtly shifting his position, sneered, "Killing is killing, there's no such thing as justice or injustice. My kills and yours are no different; we both take lives! If there is a hell, we are both booked passengers! So, don't be hypocritical, Hooded Man, you murderer."

Walking down the stairs, Floyd entered the floor where Green Arrow was, cautiously observing his surroundings.

"No, we're not the same kind of people!"

As he spoke, Floyd saw a figure flash by quickly from the second room on his left. Without thinking, he raised his gun and fired. But when he focused, he realized it was just a piece of clothing thrown out. His expression hardened, and he leaped directly into another room.

Bang. A volley of arrows.

"..."

"Fine," Deathstroke couldn't help but say from behind the door. "You're the most talented marksman I've ever seen. How about this: we kill the target together, and we split the money. What do you say?"

"Not interested," Green Arrow sneered, directly blasting open the wall with a special arrow and then charging in to engage Deathstroke in close-quarters combat.

"Damn it!"

Both were skilled fighters, and their bodies had undergone rigorous training and certain enhancements, so they fought to a stalemate for a time.

In an exchange of knee strikes and uppercuts, they briefly separated. Then, Deathstroke, utilizing the convenience of his wrist-mounted gun (a weapon fixed to the arm, similar to a shuriken launcher), fired a burst without hesitation.

Oliver tumbled out in a sorry state.

Bang bang bang.

The bullets ricocheted off the walls and floor with loud bangs.

"..."

The two outstanding marksmen faced each other again in the darkness.

Shaking his head, Aeo, who was floating outside the building, thought for a moment. Without any visible preparation, he suddenly smashed through the building's wall and appeared before Deathstroke. With a kick, he sent the stunned Deathstroke flying.

But Deathstroke was not one to be trifled with. At the last moment, he actually fired a shot at Aeo's chest.

Bang, boom.

Deathstroke slammed into the wall, but the bullet was useless against Aeo.

Immediately after, the young man charged again, slamming a knee into Floyd's stomach. The immense force sent Deathstroke crashing through the wall and out.

"..." Green Arrow stared in shock at the enemy rolling far away, unsure of what to say for a moment.

"Oliver Queen." A deep voice sounded.

"Who are you?" In the darkness, Oliver's hair stood on end. This sudden turn of events made him very uneasy.