American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

bang bang bang...

A series of bullets came towards him. Before the Death Shooter even landed on the ground, he quickly did a backflip and hid in the corner.

What the hell?

But she has never heard that Batwoman uses a gun?

And it’s so accurate?

A series of questions weighed on Death Shooter's mind, but that did not stop her from planning to take the 100 million yuan reward.

With a click, the gun was loaded, and Deadshot walked out from the corner. Bang, bang, bang, bang, the sound of gunfire, accompanied by whistling bullets, shot towards Batwoman.

"Get out of the way!" Bruce yelled. The handcuffs affected her movements and her ability to dodge.

Naegi also wanted to face off against the Death Shooter head-on.

As a result, Brucey pulled him down because the handcuffs were connected. He almost fell to the ground and followed in a panic.

"These handcuffs are terrible."

Lying on Bruce's back, Naegi covered his nose that was hurt by the metal armor and complained helplessly, "This thing does have an impact."

"Follow me and block her sight. Throw it at the third slot behind the belt!" Bruce said, then rushed forward and threw two smoke bombs.

The Death Shooter directly exploded two smoke bombs. The smoke came out and covered the front like a curtain. The bullets whizzed through and two balls rolled over from the ground.

Boom!

A strong flash of light appeared, and the Death Shooter covered his eyes and quickly dodged, pulling out a submachine gun and firing to intercept.

Bruce dragged Naegi around from the other side. If they hadn't been entangled with each other, their speed would have been much slower.

Now, Bruce can press the stun grenade into Deadshot's face and detonate it.

She knew the Death Shooter's weaknesses very well. As long as she could get closer, the Death Shooter's terrifying shooting ability and inhuman accuracy would be greatly reduced.

As soon as Deadshot regained his vision, he saw Bruce kicking him, and he quickly raised his hand to block his face, but the kick missed.

Bruce's flying kick, forgetting that the handcuffs were connected, was just a little bit short of the target.

Naegi also saw this, gritted his teeth and took a step forward. Bruce threw a stun grenade with his backhand and blocked it with his cloak.

Boom! This time, Death Shooter covered her eyes, but she couldn't block the piercing noise. The momentary blindness made her a little confused.

"Fuck you!" Naegi ran over and pulled the handcuffs on his wrists up. His instantaneous explosive power was much stronger than Bruce's. He grabbed her and punched her.

Deadshot was hit and fell backwards. Bruce jumped over and grabbed Deadshot's wrist.

Naegi stepped on the Death Shooter's face, and with all his strength, he was able to blow her head off with one powerful kick.

"Damn it...Are you twins? You've disrupted my business."

Death Shooter tilted her head and shouted angrily, but the heaviness on her face made her unable to swallow her curses.

"Shouldn't you have left Gotham? Coming back to be a vigilante again?" Bruce asked in a deep voice. Even without a voice changer, she seemed to have changed her personality when she put on the uniform, her voice became hoarse and low.

Deadshot once worked as a vigilante in Gotham for a while, but unfortunately she didn't last long. She devoted herself to the more promising killer industry. It was obviously much better to make money than to be a vigilante.

"No, I'm just back to get some business. Hey! Can you take your foot off my face?!"

Death Shooter struggled and shouted, she gave up.

Anyway, she was thrown into Blackgate Prison. She has foreign citizenship and does not need to face legal punishment here.

Naegi glanced at Brucey, and when she nodded, he moved his feet and stood aside, reloading the revolver.

Death Shooter quickly turned her head, and when she saw Naegi's appearance, she was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Bruce.

"Do you know him?" Bruce asked quickly.

“One hundred million…” Deadshot sat up, unzipped his mask, revealing his lips, took out an e-cigarette from his sleeve and put it in his mouth.

Bruce didn't stop her either. She couldn't run away anyway. If she really dared to run, Bruce wouldn't mind detonating the small bomb. The power of the explosion was enough to knock the Death Shooter out.

"Hey, hush~ handsome guy, you are so expensive." Death Shooter said in a gangster tone, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Guess, will I blow your head off? Come on, guess the coin, heads." Miaomu took out the coin and shook it in his hand, then showed the back side.

"If I win, you die. If you win, tell me everything you know. Three... two..."

"Someone paid 100 million for your life. I've already taken the money. This is really troublesome. If the mission fails, I will return one third of it."

Death Shooter smoked a cigarette in a depressed manner. She didn't care about how much money she had to refund, but the failure of the mission would affect her reputation.

"Well, how about I hire you as a bodyguard to protect her." Miaomu pointed at Bruce next to him.

Deadshot looked up at Bruce and almost laughed, "She still needs protection? Handsome, is your head okay?"

"I'm not kidding. The other party offered 100 million, and I offered 200 million. She is responsible for paying the bill. If you have investigated, you should know that she can pay this money, right?"

This made Deadshot stunned for a moment, then he turned to look at Bruce and thought carefully, "Do you mean what you said?"

"Give me the account and I can give you the money."

Bruce didn't refuse. Of course, if Deadshot's price hadn't been so high, she might have really paid Deadshot and allowed her to continue being a vigilante.

"Forget it, just put me in Blackgate Prison." Deadshot shook his head. "If they can spend 100 million to get me here, they can spend more money to get more people here. I don't want to die here."

"Oh... retreat!" Miaomu wanted to say something, but when he saw the figure jumping up from the edge of the roof, his face instantly fell.

He dragged Brucey and ran towards the elevator in front. A series of whoosh sounds flew through the air.

The Death Shooter quickly rolled out, hid in the corner, took out his pistol, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

You have to repay some favor.

With accurate shooting, the Death Shooter shot all the figures that jumped up in the head, and they fell one by one.

"Huh, is this all you have?"

The Death Shooter blew away the smoke from the muzzle of her gun and turned around. Perhaps she should reconsider her previous mission.

With a "pu" sound, the blade entered the body and the Death Shooter's body trembled. Then there was another series of "pu pu pu" stabs, just like a water bag being punctured.

Blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain, the Death Shooter fell to the ground, and cold rain fell down.

The blood washed away with the rain.

Those who were shot in the head stood up one after another, tilted their heads, and slapped their heads hard a few times, as if there was water in their ears, and the fatal bullets slipped out of the wounds.

"Chase!" Sharp Claw, wearing an owl uniform, said in a deep voice and chased after the elevator nimbly.

Following closely, dozens of sharp claws fell from the air, rolled to the ground, and chased after the elevator.

Some of the claws jumped directly down from the rooftop, cut the glass with their blades, and crashed in, looking for Naegi and the others.