Phantom Thief Kidd

Chapter 169 Poison Ivy VS Deathstroke
"Poison Ivy?"

Death Knell looked at Pamela, whose aura was increasing, and secretly wrote down the name.

"Don't be careless, the weapons used by Deathstroke are not only the samurai sword on his back, but also various hidden weapons. There are countless murder weapons hidden on his body!"

"If you don't pay attention, you will be caught by him and have a chance to kill with one blow."

Barbara dragged her unrecovered body and moved to the corner of the exhibition hall. In her current condition, she couldn't face the enemy head-on, so she could only cover Pamela from behind.

By the way, remind her of some dark hands of Deathstroke.

"I've heard the name Deathstroke since I was a child. Batgirl, the strongest killer in Gotham and even the world, I don't dare to be careless about him."

Pamela smiled back at Barbara.

"No! Poison Ivy, don't take your eyes off Deathstroke!"

Such a move startled Barbara.

Deathstroke is a professional killer and mercenary. There are no such words as morality and rules in his dictionary. As long as he can kill his enemies, he can do whatever he can.

The best time to attack is when the opponent's eyes are away from your body.

none of them.

With Deathstroke's professional level, he certainly wouldn't let this moment go.

I saw that the left hand of the death knell holding the knife remained motionless, but the free right hand threw a throwing knife in a swift and subtle way.

In Barbara's sight, the flying knife flew straight towards Pamela's forehead.

She wanted to remind Pamela, but before she could say a few words, the flying knife approached Pamela's face.

At this time, Pamela's head has not been completely turned...

"when!"

In the nick of time, a long cane stretched out from nowhere, and flew the throwing knife away from Pamela's eyes.

"It seems that you have been treated in Arkham Asylum for too long, and you have almost forgotten the skill of using throwing knives, Mr. Deathstroke."

Pamela folded her hands and smiled contemptuously.

"It turns out that you can control these plants, is this superpower your confidence..."

Deathstroke's tone was still slow.

"It's indeed different now. Few of you guys who were different from normal people were willing to appear in the city back then."

"That move just now was just a greeting ceremony. It was to let you know that on the battlefield, paying attention to your opponent is the first rule."

Although Deathstroke watched Pamela speak, Barbara had a faint feeling that he was talking to herself.

Could it be that Deathstroke really wanted to be his own teacher?

Barbara felt a sense of absurdity in her heart.

"Now that you know how powerful I am, you'd better get out of here before I want to kill someone, and don't even think about pestering my friends from now on!"

Pamela raised her hands, and all the plants in the botanical garden moved, clustering around Pamela like the most devout guards.

"No one can make me—get out!"

Hearing this, the murderous look in Deathstroke's eyes became more and more intense, so what about superpowers, it's not like he didn't kill one back then, and there were more than one.

"Whoosh!"

Seeing the appearance of the death knell, Pamela stopped talking.

With a wave of her hand, dozens of vine-like plants that Barbara couldn't name came from all directions towards Death Knell.

Don't give him a chance to back off.

Death Knell turned his eyes, and instantly simulated the same environment in his brain, and then found out the weakest part of it.

"At two o'clock, the elevation angle is 120 degrees, the straight-line distance is [-] meters, and five vines..."

When the simulation is complete, Deathstroke bolts toward two o'clock with a katana gripped in his left hand and an Uzi submachine gun drawn in his right.

Hearing the sound of "唰", the five vines fell down here, and the death knell escaped from the encirclement smoothly.

Seeing this, Pamela waved her hand again, and the remaining dozens of vines condensed together, and slapped the death knell who rushed out of the encirclement.

"Tat-tat-tat-tat..."

Who knows that this is the death knell in the arms, the submachine gun that has been prepared to vent firepower at the neatly arranged vine-like plants, and there is no worry about missing.

Poison Ivy can only give birth to a theoretically unlimited number of plants, and cannot change the nature of the plants. Therefore, under the attack of the submachine gun, these vines were smashed into two without exception.

Destroying so many plants at once, Deathstroke managed to piss off Pamela.

"Death knell!"

Just listening to Pamela's roar, the ability was activated at a deeper level.

The surrounding plants are growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, with thick branches extending from the small plants.

A towering tree rose from behind Pamela, and the exhibition hall of the botanical garden was instantly burst by the swelling plants.

Caught off guard, the death knell was firmly bound by a branch protruding from the giant tree, leaving only one right hand outside.

And the submachine gun that he was holding in his hand had fallen to nowhere at this moment, maybe it had been crushed by the crazy growing plants.

"You will pay for your actions."

Pamela said with hatred, and saw that she stepped on a branch and rose in front of the death knell, with a distance of several meters between the two.

Pami stretched out his hand, held it in the air, made a gesture of pinching something, and then slowly pinched it tightly.

At the same time, the branches that tightly bound Death Bell's body also shrank.

The huge pressure was exchanged for severe pain.

From the wide open left eye of the death knell and the tightly clenched right fist, it is not difficult to guess what kind of torture he is enduring at the moment.

Even so, Deathstroke never uttered a cry or groan.

Instead, he gave a slight sneer as Pamela came up.

Although the sneer was hidden by the mask, no one could see it.

"You are not as good as your friend."

The death knell suddenly said to Pamela.

"You haven't received proper training, so even though she doesn't have your abilities, she is stronger than you!"

"I won't make the same negligence as you."

"What do you mean by that?"

A bad premonition rose in Pamela's heart.

Suddenly, Death Knell's clenched right hand suddenly threw an object.

"That's an incendiary grenade!"

When Barbara below saw this object, her pupils shrank.

"boom!"

Under Pamela's unbelievable gaze, the grenade precisely landed on the connection point between the branch and the giant tree at Pamela's feet, and then exploded.

Not to mention the branches were blown off on the spot, the trunk was instantly set on fire.

In just a few seconds, the giant tree was engulfed in flames.

As the fire spreads, the entire botanical garden will be reduced to ashes, because there are too many combustible materials here.

Pamela fell from a height because of a broken branch.

The height is only about two meters, and Pamela will not be injured.

At this time, the branches that bound the death knell loosened naturally, and he unhurriedly drew out his samurai sword, and the branches were cut off in a flash of the sword.

"Chopped up some boring stuff... But that's okay, you'll taste the blood soon."

Deathstroke looked at the samurai sword and said to himself.

"Don't get entangled with the death knell, we should leave here as soon as possible."

Barbara came to Pamela and said anxiously.

Although Pamela's ability is very strong, after all, she doesn't have any combat experience. It's really hard to say who will win when she suddenly faces an opponent at the level of Deathstroke.

Deathstroke is the one that has the upper hand, at least so far.

"No!"

Pamela looked at the giant tree engulfed in flames, and rejected Barbara's suggestion with red eyes.

(End of this chapter)