The Talons reacted with extreme speed. Lying in frozen coffins had not damaged much of their brains.
After losing two members,
they instantly changed their battle plan. Only three Talons remained here, while the rest vanished into the darkness.
Although the Talons were said to be immortal,
once they were taken down on the spot, they still had to be retrieved through various means and repaired before they could be deployed again.
If Talons could regenerate on their own, Batman would not have had a habit of collecting specimens.
Clang!
Before the Remington shotgun could fire a second shot, a Talon's two-handed sword slashed down at it, then swept upward.
Miao Mu hurriedly released the shotgun, raised a hand to the revolver at his waist, and drew with the speed of a classic Western gunslinger.
The pistol sprang from its holster, and he immediately pulled the trigger. At this range, there was no need to aim carefully.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three shots. One to the head, two to the chest.
The Talon wielding the two-handed sword collapsed on the spot. It had taken barely two seconds.
However, the other two Talons swung their weapons even faster: a two-handed axe and a katana.
Pure cold weapons.
The axe went for his legs, the katana for his head.
With his right hand holding the pistol at his waist, Miao Mu had no time to block. Besides, flesh and blood could not stop a blade's swing.
The two Talons had already considered Miao Mu dead. The speed and force of their strikes, combined with the sharpness of their weapons—
would leave nothing but several pieces of a corpse on the ground.
Clang! Clang!
Two fierce impacts rang out.
The two Talons were stunned, scarcely able to believe the vibration traveling through their weapons.