Su Ming had actually pinpointed the enemy before the Sister had. No matter how the assassin changed her sniping position, after firing several shots in a row, Deathstroke had still found the pattern in her movements.
Trying to play hide-and-seek with a Master Tactician amid a ruined city might have been something Batwoman or Little Cousin could manage, but a Cult of Death Worship assassin did not have that kind of skill.
Deathstroke landed and blocked one of the aerial routes—a shattered rooftop amid the ruins. The assassin had been relying on constant transfers between such high points to change positions.
Just as he had guessed, a naked woman came running toward him. The only "clothing" on her entire body was a black leather belt two fingers wide.
Bathing in blood was how they worshipped the Emperor. Wearing clothes would only make bathing inconvenient.
To remain agile, they could not wear heavy armor, so they simply wore nothing at all. Even the leather belt around her body was only there to secure her twin blades. Otherwise, she probably would not have worn even that.
Even so, she seemed utterly unconcerned by the danger of being surrounded by enemies in the city ruins. Cradling a heavy sniper rifle over two meters long in both hands, her catlike figure flickered from rooftop to rooftop.
But when Su Ming suddenly emerged from the darkness and blocked the woman's path, she clearly froze for a moment. She had probably never encountered anything like this before—someone beside the assassination target appearing in front of her as though by teleportation.
Ordinary Cult of Death Worship assassins preferred close-range killings, because that let them bathe freely in blood. Those who used sniper rifles were usually master assassins. They knew exactly where to hit to kill someone without