Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

How to put it this way, Deadshot's passive skill is to hit the enemy 100%, but this passive has a prerequisite...

It can only be used on targets whose level is lower than itself, of course I am referring to the combat level.

Deathstroke, who is also one of the strongest killers in the world, of course also has passive skills, remember? As mentioned before...

100% bullet cleavage plus built-in anti-armor.

The Wilson family's ancestral helicopter rotor sword technique can be used to withstand heavy machine gun fire when it is actively turned on. Slade is different from Wade's arrogant guy. This guy has practiced his ancestral sword technique from the active skill to life. It has become a passive skill!

The overwhelming rain of bullets hit nearby entities and then bounced continuously towards Slade at various tricky angles. Slade just stood there, holding the knife in one hand and drawing out beautiful blades of light. Clear sounds kept ringing, and he blocked all the bullets with the blade. He did not directly split the bullets, because Wade had tried it before, and the angle at which the bullets were split was calculated by Floyd. of!

Floyd and Slade are old friends... Of course he knows that the Wilson family's killer can split bullets, so the bullets he uses after he understands Slade's ability, he can shoot at any target. A prerequisite has been added, that is, even if it is split, the fragments of the bullet can accurately hit the target!

"Wow, you are really my natural nemesis, Slade..." Floyd quickly dodged into a nearby bunker and said loudly, "Looks like there's no more talk?"

"I know you are just cannon fodder to attract fire, Floyd. It seems that your new master has a handle on you." Slade did not rush to take action against Floyd, but began to observe the nearby favorable conditions. factors, and distracted the other party's attention by saying, "Let me guess... the 'regulator' and your new master should be the same person. Amanda Waller will not be idle to hire a group of overseas mercenaries. Come and rob the prison..."

When Freud observed through the mirror reflection, Slade had disappeared and it seemed that the other party was also lurking.

"Falcone is not that bold, and Silence is not that powerful...Black Mask Roman Sionis, your new master is him, right?"

Slade's voice came from above!

Floyd raised his gun and fired at the location where the sound came from, but missed. This did not surprise Floyd. After all, Deathstroke's physical fitness can be considered a superhuman. He just sneered and said : "A mercenary never leaks information about his employer, Slade."

"Then it seems he is him." Slade's voice sounded. This time, he appeared directly in front of Floyd and walked out of the shadows in front. "What, he kidnapped your daughter?"

"I told you, Floyd, starting a family is not a business for us guys who work with our heads in our belts."

What Slade responded to was a specially made warhead with an obviously thick circle, which was shot straight towards Slade. But this time, due to the sudden situation, Slade didn't even try to resist, and his only remaining one eye watched helplessly. The bullet hit the center of his face, making a muffled sound.

"Dang Cang."

The specially-made warhead completely turned into a piece of iron, and Slade gently rubbed it off with his hands. Looking at Floyd's shocked expression, Slade finally realized the joy of his spoiled brother.

Thank you, this is really scary.

Deathstroke's armor and faceplate are both made of promethium metal, which is extremely hard and can absorb energy to increase the host's strength and speed. This suit can even withstand attacks from most superpowers, even if Superman's attack is no exception. This is why when Chen Yan and the Justice League almost had a conflict, Slade was ready to help him without even thinking. The defensive performance of this equipment is even better than that of Marvel next door. The amount of vibranium is outrageous!

"It seems that Batman really gave you a lot of good things..." Floyd said slowly. At this time, he was as reserved as a child who made a mistake. He glanced into the distance with the corner of his eye. In front of the Island Bridge, a dark red figure kept knocking down the "regulator" soldiers and the escapees from Black Gate Prison, lying on the ground. "Well...even the Flash is here. It seems that Batman is indeed here today." You don’t have time to care about the turmoil here, do you?”

"My equipment has nothing to do with Batman, Floyd..." Old God Slade suddenly came to Floyd, "Why, are you going to be arrested just now?"

"After all, my mission has been completed. There's no point in resisting. If you want to find someone to fight, I won't help you..." Floyd sneered and leaned towards Slade, "It seems like someone has to be killed. What a way to vent your anger... But I'm a prisoner now. If you kill me, your sponsor father will be unhappy, Slade..."

"Yeah, it's really boring." Slade responded indifferently, raising the katana in his hand, but using the back of the sword, "I think you should try to resist, believe me, this will be very painful. "

"The world is over, Slade. Now I'm hoping you'll give me a good time as soon as possible." Floyd took out a pack of wrinkled cigarettes from his pocket and lit one for himself, paying no attention to Slade. De Na's katana shone with cold light, "Of course, after I finish drawing this one..."

Seeing this, Slade put the knife into the sheath without any concern, took off his visor, took out a cigar from his arms, and used the gun to physically light the cigarette.

The duel between the two strongest killers looked like a joke. The two people who were at war with each other a second ago were squatting on the top floor of the Black Gate Prison like two gangsters, puffing smoke face to face. got up.

"It's impossible for someone like you to serve more than half a month in prison with peace of mind," Slade said indifferently. "It seems like family really makes you weak, doesn't it?"

"Maybe..." Floyd chuckled, shook his head, and responded, "Roman saved my life, Slade, and Amanda Waller wanted to plant a mini bomb in my neck to control it. I……"

"By the way, you are also on her reserve list."

"Oh, she can't control me." Slade took out his mobile phone nonchalantly, looked at a group chat, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "After all, there are only a few strongest killers in the world... and I In my family, I am not the only one who is the strongest killer in the world."

"Believe me, my stupid brothers can hang up her special teams and beat her up."