Hmm? Deathstroke

The lock rapidly turned to plastic and was smashed to pieces by a fist at once.

He was becoming increasingly adept at using Toyification, allowing him to gain 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 lock, his gaze lingering on Li Zu's hands for a moment. "Black Mask isn't easy to deal with. The vault doors in 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 if the refusal had caught him off guard.

"But I helped you break open your cell door. With my ability, there's no such thing as a door I can't—" Li Zu turned and pointed at the toyified lock.

All vault doors would be nothing more than decoration 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 engulfed in bloodshed and slaughter.

The bastard who had been roaring triumphantly one second might be shot dead by a guard the next, or beaten to the ground by his companions.

They were not lunatics. They were thugs through and through!

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 his cell, the one-eyed middle-aged man stated his demand to Li Zu.

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

"Mm, mm... five million."

Li Zu nodded very seriously. "Of course!"

If Arkham's "fellow patients" had seen him nod so earnestly, they definitely would not have believed he was genuinely considering it.

Unaware of the truth, the one-eyed middle-aged man believed Li Zu's serious expression.

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

They were heading deeper into Blackgate Penitentiary.

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

As soon as they turned right, a squad of fully armed guards raised their rifles and blocked the path side by side.

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

Li Zu immediately recoiled and hid behind the corner.

Yet he saw the one-eyed middle-aged man sprint several steps, plant a foot against the wall, and use it for leverage. He moved faster than the guards could turn their gun barrels.

Bullets poured forth, but it was already too late.

The man dropped from above, driving his elbow into a guard's shoulder. The instant he knocked him down, he flicked up the rifle with his toes.

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

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

After the bullets swept out in a full 360-degree spray, only the man remained standing.

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

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

Li Zu bent down and picked up a rifle. At that moment, another squad of fully armed guards came running over from the distance, following the sound.

He aimed the muzzle at the guards.

Fire!

Rat-a-tat-tat~

The rifle kicked upward beyond Li Zu's control, its bullets climbing from the floor to the ceiling.

The guards who had just rounded the corner were startled by the bullets sweeping upward right in front of their faces.

"Drop the gun!" they shouted.

However, after the one-eyed middle-aged man found a key on one of the guards' bodies, he raised his rifle one-handed without even lifting his head.

The muzzle did not waver.

A burst of gunfire rained down, and that entire squad of guards collapsed to the ground.

"Wow~"

Li Zu exclaimed in admiration.

He bent down, turned the gun into a toy the size of a keychain charm, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Let's go!"

Now that he had a gun, Deathstroke unleashed his full firepower, clearing the way without obstruction.

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

Clack, clang, clang...

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 on a web in the corner trembled and quickly slipped into a crack in the wall to hide.

"A storage room?"

Li Zu pulled over a swivel chair, pushed off with his right foot, and sent it rolling backward into the desk while his body pitched forward.

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

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

The cheerful startup chime finally brought a bit of change to the dreary room.

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

He tapped at the keyboard, his brow deeply furrowed.

The computer required a password to log in.

"Gotm11!" Li Zu raised his hand and shouted from the distance.

"What?"

"The password. It's written here~ I guess the administrator must hate this city. They couldn't even be bothered to spell the city's name properly~" Li Zu flipped through the notebook.

"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 came back out.

He carried a cardboard box in his arms, with a long staff and a blade tucked under his arm.

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

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

Beneath the 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, damaged right eye.

With two pistols holstered at his waist and a tactical staff and blade equipped, the one-eyed middle-aged criminal from before instantly became a... one-eyed masked supervillain.

World Exploration Progress: 59%

As the number ticked upward with difficulty, Li Zu smiled. This was another result he had not expected.

"Deathstroke?" he asked.

"You don't know me?" Deathstroke adjusted his mask. From Li Zu's tone, it sounded as though 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, kicked off the wall, and the chair's little wheels rattled as they carried him back to the desk.

The back of the chair struck the desk with a thud.

Deathstroke's gaze also shifted to Li Zu.

"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 should 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 coming out of his mouth.

"It's time to collect the money that belongs to me." Deathstroke sorted through his pistol rounds.

In the end, he picked up the rifle.

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

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

Li Zu even had the mood 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 "Vulgarianndm" for the 100 Qidian Coin tip.

(End of chapter)