On the streets of Arkham District.
Miao Mu gripped a katana he had picked up from the ground and slashed wildly with a clang, clang, clang, his body covered in faint black armor.
From the shadows between the buildings on both sides, cold hidden weapons whistled through the air—throwing stars, blow darts, and crossbow bolts.
They were all cold weapons of assassination, flying toward him with soft whooshes.
Miao Mu was not appetizing bait, but the Talons had plenty of methods. Even a human-wave assault could bury him.
But not now.
Bang! A newly installed streetlamp bulb at the roadside was shattered by a cross-shaped throwing star. Miao Mu immediately turned and moved.
He would never linger in the darkness for even a moment.
A Talon concealed in the shadows lunged forward the instant the light went out, wearing a set of Three-Bladed Wolf Claws.
He slashed straight at the back of Miao Mu's head.
With the Talon's superhuman strength, the sharp metal claw tips could easily tear open Miao Mu's skull.
Bang!
Another gunshot rang out from the rooftop of Arkham Asylum. Deadshot deftly changed magazines and chambered a round.
Then he pulled the trigger again.
Bang!
On the street, the bullet skimmed past Miao Mu's hair and shattered the Talon's right hand as it swung toward the back of Miao Mu's head.
The second shot blew apart the Talon's head.
With Deadshot's absolutely steady output, as long as he had enough bullets, he could pop the Talons' heads one by one.
In just five minutes,
thirteen Talons had already died by his hand.
The key was that Miao Mu, as bait, was immensely tempting. Even knowing a super sniper was watching this place,
the Talons still rushed forward eagerly.
The result was that the assassination techniques the Talons