The first to notice something amiss was Deadshot, who was keeping watch atop the castle. After the attack on that rainy night, he had become especially cautious, particularly since Qin Wei had told him a big guy might very well come visiting while he was away.
"I'm leaving everyone else's safety to you."
"Don't worry. I'll get the job done!"
That was the bold promise Floyd had made.
So when he spotted the uninvited guest approaching from afar through his infrared scope, he immediately went on high alert.
"Damn it, Will really wasn't kidding. That's one big bastard!"
The approaching figure in his scope stood a terrifying nine feet tall, roughly 2.7 meters. His burly silhouette made him look like a polar bear standing upright. Even with several hundred meters between them, Floyd could feel the intense pressure he gave off.
Should I really fire and alert this Titan?
Floyd hesitated to shoot, for the first time in his career.
Fortunately, his exceptional professionalism quickly suppressed that hesitation.
Calm down, Floyd Lawton II. You fucking exist to shoot people. What else can you do? Pull the trigger already and teach that big bastard a lesson!
Silently encouraging himself, Deadshot aimed at the throat, pressed his finger against the trigger, and squeezed hard.
Bang!
With the suppressor's help, the gunshot vanished into the night.
He had great confidence in his ability to modify firearms and firmly believed his target could not possibly hear the shot at this distance.
But events always unfolded so fantastically. The .62 spitzer bullet spun toward Bane's right eye, exposed outside his mask, only for him to raise a hand and block it at the last possible instant.
The bullet pierced Bane's skin, but the dense muscles of his forearm stopped it cold. It looked like a