Hmm? Deathstroke

Hmm? Deathstroke

The door lock swiftly turned to plastic and was smashed to pieces by a fist in an instant.

He had become increasingly adept at using the Toyfication ability, allowing him to reap the greatest benefits while consuming less mental and physical energy.

"I never agreed to that." The one-eyed middle-aged man looked at the toyified, shattered door lock. His gaze lingered on Li Zu's hands for a moment before he said, "Black Mask isn't an easy guy to deal with. The vault door at his bank won't be so easy to break through... and I never accept bad checks."

"Is that so?"

Li Zu scratched his cheek, as though the other man's refusal had exceeded his expectations.

"But I helped you break open your cell door, and with my ability, no door can stop us~" Li Zu turned and pointed at the toyified lock.

All vault doors were mere decorations before this ability.

Li Zu still succeeded. With a "bad check" and by removing the little thing around the man's ankle, he gained the one-eyed middle-aged man's help.

They managed to escape Blackgate Penitentiary, which had already been swallowed by blood and slaughter.

The bastard roaring triumphantly one second ago might be shot dead by a guard the next, or knocked to the ground by one of his companions.

They were not lunatics, but outright thugs!

The most vicious thugs in all of Gotham.

This place was practically hell.

"I want five million."

Less than twenty feet after stepping out of the cell, the one-eyed middle-aged man stated his demand to Li Zu.

This was likely the price he had arrived at after much consideration.

"Mm, mm... five million."

Li Zu nodded very seriously. "Of course!"

If it had been Arkham's "patients," they definitely would not have believed he was seriously considering it when they saw that earnest nod.

The one-eyed middle-aged man, unaware of the truth, believed his serious expression.

"Is this the way out?" Li Zu turned his head from side to side, watching the buildings on either side change as they jogged, from iron-barred cells to recreation rooms, then to guard stations.

They were heading deeper into Blackgate Penitentiary.

There were fewer and fewer thugs in prison uniforms here, while more and more fully armed guards appeared.

The moment they turned right, a squad of fully armed guards raised their rifles and blocked the way side by side.

"I don't want to get turned into a honeycomb."

Li Zu immediately backed away and hid behind the corner.

But he saw the one-eyed middle-aged man sprint forward a few steps, plant a foot against the wall for leverage, and move faster than the guards could turn their gun barrels.

Bullets poured out, but they were already too late.

The man descended from above, driving his elbow into a guard's shoulder. The instant he knocked him down, he flicked up his toe and kicked the rifle into the air.

He pinned the gun beneath his left arm and spun in place.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat...

After the bullets sprayed in a full 360-degree sweep, only the man remained standing.

Li Zu poked his head out from behind the wall and raised a thumbs-up.

"That was amazing. Can you teach me how to shoot sometime?" Naturally, he received no answer.

Li Zu bent down and picked up a rifle. Just then, another fully armed squad of guards came rushing over in the distance, following the sound.

He aimed the gun at the guards.

He fired!

Rat-a-tat-tat~

The muzzle bucked upward beyond Li Zu's control, and the bullets climbed from the floor to the ceiling.

The guards who had just come around the corner were startled by the bullets sweeping upward right in front of them.

"Drop the gun!" they shouted.

However, after the one-eyed middle-aged man searched the guards' corpses and found a key, he raised the rifle one-handed without even looking up.

The barrel did not tilt.

A burst of bullets sprayed out, and that squad of guards all fell to the ground.

"Wow~"

Li Zu exclaimed in amazement.

He bent down, turned the guns into toy keychain-sized objects, and stuffed them into his pocket.

"Let's go!"

With a gun in hand, the one-eyed middle-aged man unleashed his full firepower and cleared the way without obstruction.

Li Zu followed behind on tiptoe, occasionally turning guns into toys and stuffing them into his pocket.

Clank, bang, bang...

Rust shook loose from the iron door.

Heavy wheels turned, and the massive iron door was pulled open.

A pitch-black warehouse.

The dim lights came on. A mottled spider in a web at the corner of the wall shuddered and swiftly crawled into a crack to hide.

"A storage room?"

Li Zu pulled over a swivel chair. With a kick of his right foot, the chair rolled backward and slammed into the desk, while his body suddenly pitched forward.

"Ha ha~" He laughed for no reason, then picked up the notebook on the desk.

"I'm getting my things back." The one-eyed middle-aged man grabbed Li Zu's swivel chair, shoved it away with force, and turned on the computer on the desk.

The cheerful computer startup sound finally brought a little change to the stifling space.

The one-eyed middle-aged man bent over in front of the computer.

He tapped at the keyboard with a deep frown.

The computer required a password to log in.

"Gotm11!" Li Zu shouted from afar, raising his hand.

"What?"

"The password. It's written here~, I'm guessing the administrator definitely doesn't like this city." Li Zu flipped through the notebook. "He couldn't even be bothered to write out the city's full name~"

"No one likes this place." The one-eyed middle-aged man answered without looking up.

He entered the password and searched through the records.

He quickly found what he wanted, then turned and walked into the warehouse.

After a burst of gunfire, he emerged.

He held a cardboard box in his arms, with a long staff and a sword tucked under one arm.

He opened the cardboard box and took out a specially made combat suit.

More than its ability to defend against blades, Li Zu believed the suit would definitely be warm to wear.

Beneath the combat suit was a mask.

A mask that was yellow on the left and black on the right.

There was only one eye on the entire mask.

It perfectly covered the man's useless, crippled right eye.

He holstered two pistols at his waist and equipped a tactical staff and sword. The one-eyed middle-aged criminal from before instantly became a... one-eyed masked supervillain.

World Exploration Progress: 59%

As the number crept upward, Li Zu smiled. This was another outcome he had not anticipated.

"Deathstroke?" he asked.

"You don't know me?" Deathstroke adjusted his mask. From Li Zu's tone, it seemed he had only just recognized him. "You didn't know me, yet you thought I could get you out?"

"No, no, no~" Li Zu waved his hands. He tossed aside the notebook, turned around, kicked off the wall, and the swivel chair's little wheels rolled as they carried him back to the desk.

The chair back slammed into the desk with a thud.

Deathstroke's gaze shifted to Li Zu as well.

"From the beginning, I never thought you could get me out. But now I think... you definitely can." Li Zu scratched his cheek in distress. "What do I do now? I regret letting you out~"

"Is that so?" Deathstroke seemed to have already formed an opinion of Li Zu, so he was not surprised by the nonsense spilling from his mouth.

"It's time to get my money." Deathstroke arranged the ammunition for his pistols.

In the end, he picked up the rifle.

"Can I find some clothes to wear? It's cold outside~" Li Zu asked, shrinking his neck.

Now equipped, Deathstroke had Li Zu following behind him, wrapped in a guard's uniform.

Li Zu even had the leisure to grab a red Santa Claus hat and put it on his head.

Blackgate Penitentiary was located on a special island. The only way to leave was by helicopter.

They still had to return to the rooftop.

"I wonder if Batman has left yet."

Thanks to "Suren ndm" for the 100 Qidian Coins tip.

(End of Chapter)