American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"You didn't even ask who they were?"

Naegi dragged Bruce around in Wayne Building, which was like a maze, but it was quite convenient.

"The Claws, the people from the Court of Owls. I have fought against them before. They are a special kind of existence, seemingly impossible to kill."

Bruce said as she ran after Naegi.

Although, she said that it was impossible to kill, but under some special methods, she did kill a claw, such as the underground of the damaged bat cave.

There was a body of a claw buried in a low-temperature jar, and the jar was welded shut. Even a laser cutter could not open the jar.

Of course, she hadn't tried high temperature treatment yet, because she needed the body to study the secret of "immortality".

"Don't worry about that. You won't blame me for killing someone, right?" Miaomu stopped and looked at the glass corridor in front.

"They are not human beings. Do you have any solution?" Bruce asked, reaching out to grab two bat darts and looking ahead.

"I don't know, but a long time ago, someone used this method to kill these so-called undead claws!"

Miaogi raised the Lion King pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger towards the ceiling. The ability to suppress regeneration was indeed useful.

The sharp claws hidden on the ceiling were hit by bullets and struggled to fall from the air. Two bat darts immediately flew over and nailed his arms, making him unable to grasp.

"Good cooperation, behind!" Miaomu praised, turned around and shot, and a flash bomb was thrown over by Bruce.

A strong light flashed, bullets flew past, and there was an empty clicking sound in the magazine. After all, six bullets were a little too few.

Miaomu opened the magazine and replaced the bullets.

The glass door of the office at the back shattered with a loud crash, and a sharp claw rushed out, aiming the crossbow in its hand at Miaomu's head.

Bruce raised her leg and kicked the crossbow arrow of the claw, and then threw a blue test tube over.

That was the freezing potion on the Frozen Woman's body. The moment it shattered, the blue liquid inside came into contact with the air and instantly froze, wrapping up the sharp claw.

"Let's go! You should know where the most complicated area is, right?" After replacing the bullets, Naegi looked at the corridors around him. He was really lost.

"I... don't come here often."

Although Bruce said this, she had made a lot of preparations, such as a floor plan on a microcomputer for direct navigation.

The two of them ran all the way downstairs, and when they passed the elevator, Bruce attached a sensor bomb to it.

As soon as they ran downstairs, the induction bomb exploded, and the sound of the vibration echoed here.

Miao Mu kicked the glass wall of the glass corridor and broke into an office. It was unknown which department the manager was.

"Can you make traps?" Naegi took off his bulletproof jacket, which Brucey had made on the spur of the moment.

"Let's use what's available. You're a bit of a burden." Brucey took the jacket without hesitation and put it on the chair to arrange it.

In just a moment, a human silhouette appeared on the chair, and Naegi took out a shell and threw it outside.

The two men quietly moved towards the next room. The handcuffs were a bit redundant, but their hands were held together.

It can be considered as mutual protection. Bruce looked at Naegi who was biting his lips with a complicated expression.

Everyone who came here wanted to kill him. What would happen to her if Miaomu died? Bruce didn't want to think about it.

I wonder if there is female intuition in this world.

But Bruce knew one thing, if Naegi died, she would probably really go crazy, Naegi was protecting her...

It’s really scary to think about it this way.

"Here it comes!" Miao Mu whispered.

There were more footsteps in the corridor, a lot of them, about a dozen people. Naegi picked up the pistol and pointed it at the door.

Bruce took out her microcomputer and checked the radar fluctuations. There were twelve people outside and she could take care of three of them.

The Claw in the corridor, holding the modified crossbow in his hand, looked vigilantly at the broken glass wall and the bullet shells on the ground.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, three crossbow arrows, with their cold light, instantly shot through the figure on the chair.

Boom! The flash bomb beside the wall exploded, and the aftermath of the explosion blew away the three claws holding crossbows on the spot.

Miaomu kicked the glass door open and pulled the trigger before the claws had time to react.

Six bullets were fired in quick succession, all of which killed the two Claw members instantly.

"Here you go." Naegi threw the pistol to Brucey, rolled up his sleeves and walked forward. The handcuffs were really cumbersome.

Naegi's fingers were covered with light black nails, and he tried to open the handcuffs, but was stopped by Bruce.

"We can face it together." Bruce put the pistol on Naegi's belt, held Naegi's hand tightly, and walked forward.

"I can protect you, just stand behind me." Bruce flicked her cloak and several bat darts flew towards her.

Ding ding ding, all the bat darts were blocked, and a figure holding a samurai sword stood in front of those sharp claws.

He was wearing close-fitting armor and a black and yellow paint job, especially his face which was divided into two colors, with a diamond-shaped goggles on the left and a black stripe on the right.

"Death knell..." Bruce's face looked extremely heavy. It seemed that if the bounty was high enough, it would indeed attract terrible monsters.

The strongest mercenary in the world, Deathstroke, is a terrifying existence with a 100% mission completion rate. He has ten times the strength of an ordinary person and his brain has developed 90% of its sharp intelligence and reaction ability.

"Can we win?" Miaomu curled his lips and reached out to search for something at his waist. There were a lot of equipment in the universal belt.

Deathstroke put away his samurai sword and put it behind his back, then suddenly pulled out a rapid-fire shotgun from behind.

Bang, bang, bang, all you could see was flames coming out of the muzzle of the gun.

"Run!" Miaomu pushed Bruce to the ground.

The shotgun fired indiscriminately, sweeping across the glass corridor in front, with dense shrapnel and steel balls flying everywhere.

The other claws were not surprised to see the sudden appearance of Deathstroke and turned around to chase from the other side.

"Fuck, this is really fucking terrible."

Miaomu fell to the ground, twisted the handcuffs off his hands, turned around and rushed out, took out a grenade from his belt and threw it at him.

"Naegi!"

Bruce quickly got up, and the wall next to her was knocked open. A sharp claw came around from the side and attacked Bruce.

"You are very brave..." Deathstroke kicked the grenade away, took out a pistol from the side of his thigh, and pointed it at Naegi.

"I'll remember you, on the resort island in Hawaii!" Deathstroke has already decided on this mission, and maybe he can even buy a nice yacht and go fishing in the Pacific Ocean.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

In order to show respect for the mission, Deathstroke decided to empty the magazine. After all, the reward this time was high enough, so he didn't care.

Miaomu crossed his hands in front of him, and the light black armor suddenly covered him, and he smashed forward heavily.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding, sparks flew everywhere, and all the bullets were smashed down by Miaomu and headed straight for the location of the death knell.

Although Deathstroke was a little strange, her extraordinary rationality made her immediately know how to fight back.

The katana was unsheathed from behind, drawn downward, and stabbed straight forward.

Naegi's hands were covered with armor, like he was wearing a pair of ferocious light black gloves. He grabbed the samurai sword and took a step forward.

Miao Mu grabbed the blade and slid forward, hitting the guard on the handle. He raised his foot to kick the death knell, but was pressed down by the force of the death knell, and the blade almost pressed on Miao Mu's shoulder.

The handle of the Deathstroke knife turned, and it was about to be swung horizontally to decapitate Miaomu. Miaomu held the blade tightly.

The two men wrestled, and Deathstroke looked at Naegi's appearance before pushing forward and releasing his katana.

The palm of the Deathstroke was like a knife, stabbing towards Miaomu's abdomen, but was blocked by Miaomu's raised knee, and blood splattered everywhere.

Deathstroke swung forward with another slash of his hand. Naegi stepped back to dodge, kicked him in the face, and then raised his hand to punch him.

With a clang, the armor on Deathstroke made a dull vibration. Miaomu endured the pain, hooked his fingers, and grabbed Deathstroke's left eye, but Deathstroke dodged.

At the same time, he grabbed the samurai sword on the ground and stabbed his legs.

The jeans on Miaomu's legs were cut by the blade, and the mobile phone tied to his calf was cut into two pieces, almost breaking his leg.

After a brief fight, both men moved aside.

Holding a samurai sword, Deathstroke glanced at Naegi's injuries, then looked down at his own armor, which had a dent left by a fist.

Miaomu breathed lightly and stretched his arms. It was no exaggeration to say that he was the strongest mercenary, but he lacked a suitable weapon.

Miaomu reached for the pistol at his waist. There was a folding bayonet under the barrel of the Lion King's pistol.

Although the bayonet is not long, it is made of N metal and is strong and sharp enough.

Throwing away the bayonet, Miaomu held the gun handle, took a stance, raised his hand and hooked it towards Deathstroke, "You can't kill me this time, forget it."