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Chapter 132 The Katana
Snapped!
The dead shooter's sniper rifle was directly destroyed by the throwing knife from the barrel, but this experienced killer reacted very quickly, immediately and decisively threw the destroyed sniper rifle away, and then raised his hands, the Small gun barrels crackled and poured bullets into the hallway.

However, the gunfire soon stopped.

It's certainly not because of Deadshot's mercy, much less because he's out of bullets.He stopped only because in front of him, in the corridor full of bullet holes, there was not even a single person except for the remains of mud faces that had been blown to pieces.

"The invisibility ability is very interesting, this is the first time I have encountered this kind of enemy——"

Death Archer raised his hands flat, and slowly scanned his surroundings without any slack.

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Very subtle footsteps sounded, and at the same time, two yellow clay shoe prints appeared on the ground out of thin air, attracting the attention of the dead shooter.

"it's here!"

The dead shooter fired towards that position without hesitation, and walked step by step to the place where the shoe prints stopped.

The shoe prints stopped, but the bullets of the dead shooter still only passed through it, and had no effect on hitting objects at all.

"No, I was cheated!"

Deadshooter reacted immediately, and jumped away from the position where the shoe prints appeared.

Snapped!
But next to the position where he jumped back, a small black magic box appeared with a soft sound.

"Hey hey jie jie jie—"

The clown doll pops out, letting out a hideous shrill laugh.

Just as the dead shooter was clutching his head due to the fear effect and was in a state of confusion, a silver light flashed, and at the same time the whistling sound of sharp objects penetrating the air sounded.

Deadshot is worthy of being an elite killer who has experienced many battles. When the fear effect of the magic box weakened, he immediately reacted and put his hands in front of him.

But what he didn't guess was that what Jacques aimed at was not his body at all.

Jacques knows very well that a throwing knife without the blessing of skills may not be able to penetrate the special armor of the dead shooter, and if it is a close-up assassination, Jacques without the blessing of poison is not sure that he can kill the dead shooter with a single knife.

So the target of the second throwing knife, Jacques aimed at the chandelier above the death shooter's head.

Bang!

The chandelier whose load-bearing rope was cut off by the flying knife fell instantly. Although the dead shooter was not killed on the spot due to his well-trained physical fitness and special armor, he was also unable to move because of this.

At this time, Deadshooter also saw the truth of the shoe prints—a pair of shoes with muddy soles fell on the ground alone, and the barefoot Jacques had disappeared into the corridor at an extremely fast speed.

"Report, here is the dead shooter - he missed the target, he entered the corridor... Maybe he wanted to escape through the rooftop."

"Hahaha, it seems that the well-known sharpshooter also missed today, but don't worry, the boomerang captain who hits every shot will wipe your ass for you."

On the rooftop of the base, a middle-aged man with a blue cotton cap on his head and monkey-like beards was holding a boomerang in his hand, staring at the entrance of the corridor confidently.

However, it was a little embarrassing that although he had been in the posture for a long time, the corridor entrance was still empty and there was no movement.

"No need to wait, Captain Boomerang, come down and help - the winner is my side, he has come down to the basement."

When Jacques came to the basement, which was his and Harley Quinn's former home, he found a woman in a tight red and black leather jacket, holding a gleaming samurai sword about 1 meters long, waiting for him.

She wore a silver metal mask that half covered her face, and there was a red dot on her forehead. Judging from the exposed lower half of her face, she was an Asian woman with a pretty face.

"So it turns out that you are a katana. In this case, what you hold in your hand is the demon sword Soul Reaper that can imprison the soul of the slain. It is the natural enemy of the witch. Waller is quite shrewd."

Jacques still had an understated expression on his face. While talking, he closed the metal door of the basement smoothly and pulled the latch.

"Although I have no enmity with you, I heard that you were the chief culprit of the flood outside. If that's the case, you should repent for your evil deeds among my soul snatchers."

Katana raised the sharp blade in his hand, kicked his feet and stabbed hard in the direction of Jacques.

However, Jacques didn't seem to have the idea of ​​evading at all, allowing the sharp blade to penetrate from under his ribs, piercing through his body without hindrance.

"what?!"

Jacques' reaction without resistance made Katana wary, but she soon found that the demon sword in her hand could no longer be drawn out, because Jacques, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, was holding the blade of the demon sword tightly with both hands with a crazy smile .

Seeing this scene, Katana's expression changed as if he had sensed something, he immediately let go of his hand and turned around to punch him.

However, her reaction was still a step too late. At the same time as she swung her fist, five deep fingerprints suddenly appeared on Katana's fair-skinned throat, and an invisible hand grabbed her neck tightly.

"Uh!"

Jacques, who slowly appeared behind the samurai sword, grabbed the jade neck of the samurai sword mercilessly, and violently slammed her against the wall.

"What happened to Katana? Report the situation—"

hum-

With the spread of a high-frequency sound wave, the voice of Amanda Waller coming from Katana's ear stopped abruptly, and Jacques strangled Katana's throat with one hand, and held a small A coin-shaped thing with a clearly visible bat pattern on it.

This is the signal jammer that Batman asked the killer moth to bring to Jacques.

Katana struggled desperately, but Jacques's hand holding her neck did not relax. The other hand threw the signal jammer casually, then stretched out to Katana's face, and took off her half-covered metal mask .

What appeared in front of Jacques was a pretty and mature Japanese woman's face. When she saw her mask was taken off, her face was obviously a little more angry.

"Damn it. Let me go and the others will come soon. You can't escape"

"It's not me who can't escape, but you, or you - I saw the scene where Muddy Face's head exploded, I'm afraid you all have this kind of remote control bomb in your head, right?"

Hearing Jacques' words, the struggle of the samurai sword weakened, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Jacques in puzzlement.

"so what."

"I was thinking, maybe we are not enemies, but a relationship that can be cooperated-by the way, don't worry, Waller can't hear what I'm talking to you now."

Jacques approached the side of the samurai sword's ear, and said softly in a low voice.

"Miss Dazi Yamashiro, I would like to ask you to do me a favor."

(End of this chapter)