Bang!
Bullets whistled through the air, and Deathstroke and Zuo Ci, as if they had discussed it beforehand, turned their heads simultaneously and dodged the fatal shots.
"Tch, that old fox has way too many tricks up his sleeve."
Zuo Ci clicked Zuo Ci's tongue lightly. Ever since the initial bargaining started, Zuo Ci had been looking for a chance to stab Deathstroke in the back, but Zuo Ci never expected this guy to be thinking the exact same thing.
As expected of the king of mercenaries, he was not so easily outsmarted.
"Ditto. You're not bad yourself."
While speaking, Deathstroke drew the customized pistol from Deathstroke's waist. Judging from the earlier movement, even if the opponent's physical fitness couldn't reach the level of a super soldier like Zuo Ci's own, it was at least at the peak level of an ordinary human.
Ordinary pistols didn't pose much of a threat to Zuo Ci, so Deathstroke needed to change equipment.
"Whatever, I'm too lazy to play those sneaky games anyway. Let's do this with real blades and real guns!"
With that, Zuo Ci also threw the gun in Zuo Ci's hand to the ground, then gripped Zuo Ci's staff and swung it with a fierce whistling wind.
Huh? What's going on, is he better with melee weapons?
Zuo Ci's movement made Deathstroke narrow Deathstroke's eyes. Could it be that this guy excelled at close-quarters melee combat with cold weapons?
As the king of mercenaries, Deathstroke had faced a considerable number of opponents, and Deathstroke completely lacked the ordinary person's dismissal of cold weapons. Deathstroke knew very well that there were quite a few terrifying guys in this world who used cold weapons.
There were such guys in Gotham, and that fellow named Hush was a madman who loved playing with knives. Although in Deathstroke's view Zuo Ci's brain was definitely problematic, Zuo Ci had to admit that his blade work was truly executed with supernatural skill.
Could it be that Zuo Ci was also this kind of cold-weapon master?
"Hey! Deathstroke, take this stick from me, Zuo Ci!"
Mid-sentence, Zuo Ci swung Zuo Ci's staff and smashed it heavily toward Deathstroke.
Boom!!!
In an instant, a massive explosion violently overturned the concrete pavement, swallowing Deathstroke entirely in intense flames and noise.
"Hmph, did you really think I'd be stupid enough to go head-to-head with you, idiot."
In fact, from the moment Zuo Ci was shot in the shop, Zuo Ci never had the intention of facing Deathstroke directly. Including Zuo Ci's sugar-acting, bargaining with Deathstroke, and the juggling just now, they were all actually buying time.
The purpose was to secretly plant a bomb under Deathstroke's feet.
"Speaking of which, is this explosion a bit too fierce? It feels like it won't be very easy to repair."
Standing in front of the shop entrance, Zuo Ci looked at the smoke in front of Zuo Ci with keen interest. Even if Deathstroke had undergone modification just like Captain America to become a super soldier, with quite strong healing abilities.
Zuo Ci estimated that Deathstroke couldn't withstand such a massive explosion; at the very least, Deathstroke would be crippled if not dead, and should have lost the ability to threaten Zuo Ci.
However, such heavy damage to the road would definitely take a lot of effort to fix, making it hard to explain to Gordon and Batman.
Whatever, Zuo Ci would just take the money from the Falcone Family later anyway since this was something they brought upon themselves...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Just as Zuo Ci relaxed for a moment, three bullets hit the drone flying in the sky with extreme precision, and as they plummeted, "Zuo Ci" vanished right along with them.
"I knew it was a fake."
Amidst the flames, Deathstroke, with armor slightly damaged, slowly walked out.
From the moment Zuo Ci made Zuo Ci's debut, Deathstroke had confirmed that the opponent was definitely not the real person.
Even though Zuo Ci had breathing, heartbeat, body temperature, and everything else a normal person should have, Deathstroke just felt that Zuo Ci wasn't a normal human, so Deathstroke kept sugar-acting to observe.
Until just now, Deathstroke used the high temperature caused by the explosion to discover the hidden drone.
Deathstroke didn't understand the principle behind it, but Deathstroke knew that such little tricks were no longer useful against Deathstroke.
"Holy shit, discovered this fast? Then I'll adopt the second-crap!"
Hiding in the dark and preparing to execute the second set of plans, Zuo Ci was instantly hit in the shoulder by a bullet.
[Product Name: The King's New Armor
Price: Five thousand USD/set
Effect: A set of invisible and weightless armor that provides a considerable amount of defense, provided that you actually put it on.
Caution: How do you think the knight princesses in anime still maintain defense while wearing such revealing outfits.]
Fortunately, relying on the King's New Armor on Zuo Ci's body, Zuo Ci didn't suffer any damage, but despite that, Zuo Ci was still startled.
Wait, how did Deathstroke find Zuo Ci? Deathstroke didn't seem to have any superpowers.
Zuo Ci had no time to think further as Deathstroke's new round of offensive began. Zuo Ci saw Deathstroke pulling out two modified micro-submachine guns and unleashing a barrage of gunfire toward Zuo Ci.
Faced with such a terrifying attack, Zuo Ci reacted instantly, dodging left and right relying on Zuo Ci's powerful physical fitness, and successfully... dodging not a single bullet.
"Crap, how does he manage to use a submachine gun with the accuracy of a sniper rifle? That's too ridiculous."
Taking a large number of bullets in succession, the armor obviously couldn't quite hold up either, so Zuo Ci had no choice but to exchange for a new set, then immediately turned around and launched a counterattack.
[Product Name: Tracking Pistol (with bullets)
Price: Twenty thousand USD/piece
Effect: The fired bullets can automatically track enemies and possess the ability to automatically avoid obstacles.
Caution: How do you think One-Ear lost Zuo Ci's ears.]
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zuo Ci raised the gun and emptied the magazine wildly without aiming at all. Subsequently, those red-glowing bullets twisted around one by one as if they had grown eyes and flew toward Deathstroke.
"Hmm?"
Looking at these suddenly appearing bullets, Deathstroke was obviously somewhat surprised, but Deathstroke's movements didn't slow down in the slightest as Deathstroke discarded the gun whose bullets were spent and switched to a new pistol.
Then, as if Deathstroke were cheating, Deathstroke aimed at the whistling bullets and picked them off one by one, hitting the opponents with extreme precision.
Although these bullets were quite overpowered, facing a monster like Deathstroke, they were still obviously a bit lacking, unable to even buy much time.
However, this was enough.
[Product Name: Ice Shroom (single-use)
Price: Seven thousand five hundred USD/piece
Effect: After use, causes all targets within a large area to fall into a four-second frozen state, followed by an eight-second slowed state after the freezing ends.
Caution: This product is not recommended for injured individuals; don't forget that he still has the damage of a Peashooter.]
The effect of the Ice Shroom was quite formidable; the only problem was that its casting required a tiny bit of wind-up, and once destroyed during the wind-up state, it would become useless.
And just right, those tracking bullets canceled that wind-up.
Boom!!!
A chill resembling the Ice Age whistled past. Deathstroke, who had just finished off all the tracking bullets, instantly sensed something was wrong and turned to run, but was still enveloped by the frigid air, transforming into a humanoid ice sculpture.
"Whew, finally caught you."
Seeing that Deathstroke was hit, Zuo Ci immediately vaulted out, pulled out the gun, and aimed right at Deathstroke's heart, firing a shot.
Able to see and hear, but unable to move, Deathstroke could only watch helplessly as that bullet struck straight into Deathstroke's heart.
"There, solved."
Looking at the fallen Deathstroke, Zuo Ci smiled and imitated the movies by blowing a puff of air at the smoking muzzle.
"Ptooey, ptooey, so hot. Movies really are all lies."
Rubbing Zuo Ci's mouth, which had almost gotten burned, Zuo Ci put the gun back into Zuo Ci's waist, and then turned around to see a large bat descending from the sky.
"Did you kill him?"
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