Several small black and yellow balls were thrown out of the room and flew towards the crowd. They looked to be only the size of golf balls. There was a green fluorescent button on them, which was flashing at this time.
Glimmer.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of explosions came, and the firepower in the corridor suddenly became sparse. Instead, the gunshots turned into screams. Many of the people in black suits covered their eyes and began to roll.
In addition to the blinding effect of powerful flash bombs, it can also affect the brain due to sudden damage to the optic nerve, causing people to lose their balance and sense of direction and become unable to move. Shock bombs can also achieve similar effects, but
It uses sudden loud noises and high-frequency sound wave vibrations. In this narrow underground environment, it does not distinguish between friend and foe.
Choosing the right weapon is as important as choosing tactics.
After discovering that they had lost their fighting capacity, Su Ming and Cindy would not show mercy. For Deathstroke, those who stood in the way would naturally have to be eliminated. He immediately pulled out his double sword and rushed into the crowd quickly, and Cindy also
Doing the same thing as him.
In the pale corridor, four sword lights shone brightly and were dazzling.
Every time a ray of light flashed, one or more heads flew into the sky, all kinds of broken limbs and broken arms flew all over the sky, and blood covered every inch of the walls and ground.
The fighting styles of the two are slightly different, because Cindy is smaller in stature, so she likes to sneak in and out of the crowd, looking for weaknesses and opportunities by weaving and cutting through formations.
Su Ming, on the other hand, prefers a crushing style of fighting, relying on his extraordinary power to transform people, and splitting everything in his way with his double swords.
In fact, they can both fight in each other's style, and both of them can use all the techniques, but there is still the problem of different worlds and different habits, not to mention that Su Ming is a time traveler.
This direct and straightforward method of advancement made the blood surge in his heart, and his desire to kill seemed to be satisfied.
He felt much warmer, and a lot of unfamiliar memories seemed to join his mind. He vaguely recalled that he had killed enemies like this countless times, and he even remembered the expressions on those people's faces clearly.
That was Slade's memory, completely different from Su Ming's memory, full of violence and blood.
When he felt the cold again, he and Cindy were the only two people left in the corridor. Various mutilated corpses were scattered around, broken guns were scattered all over the floor, and even the anti-tank gun was broken.
Gun barrel.
"Very good, we are closer to Falcone." Cindy shook off the blood on the knife and nodded with satisfaction. She just likes to use swords, and the fatality rate is reliable. There is no need to check the corpses on the ground.
"Huh... maybe I really need to eat something good and sleep somewhere." Su Ming shook his head and calmed himself down again. Maybe it was really what Cindy said, the blood in his body.
The self-healing factor was working, and his mood was also affected.
And as Slade's memory continues to recover, he is also a little unsure about his identity. Who is he?
He has the body and memory of Deathstroke, so he should be Slade Wilson, so where does the memory of Su Ming's identity come from?
The confusion of memory and the desire for blood are intertwined, making him feel irritable. Fortunately, he can still control his emotions for now. Judging from the comics, this blood-thirsty madness will not last long, probably tomorrow morning.
will recover.
The premise is to get enough food and rest. As for the random stew Cindy made before, he only took a few bites, but everyone ate the turkey. It originally tasted good, but it just had the smell of some refrigerators.
But now it seems that it is not just a problem with the self-healing factor, but also some confusion in terms of memory.
Cindy patted him on the shoulder and waved to the three people hiding in the back room to follow her. This was a bit difficult for Barbara. The corridor was full of corpses, and it was very inconvenient to move in a wheelchair. She was wondering if she needed to go in and out of this place often.
In this situation, maybe she should replace the tires with tracks.
"Your self-healing cells are messed up again?" Cindy asked him.
"Fortunately, everything is under control." Su Ming put away his knife, patted his head, and rummaged through the pile of corpses on the ground for bullets that could be used for the pistol.
"The premise is that you cannot be injured. Once you are injured again, the self-healing cells will speed up their work and you will probably lose control." Cindy knows what is going on with her body. If Su is like her, then he will face such a problem.
: "Once Falcone is settled, we can go to the hospital to 'borrow' some equipment first. There are some very good doctors in Gotham who can show them your brain CT scan."
While talking, she also made similar movements to Su Ming. When fighting zombies before, her ammo reserve was also at the bottom.
"No need, it's not the time yet."
Su Ming rejected her proposal. Even if the Romans were solved, the matter would only be halfway progressed, far from the point where there would be time to check the body. Besides, who else could those doctors in Gotham have dealings with Cindy?
He didn't want Professor Hugo or Dr. Pig Face to treat him, because he didn't want to see any missing or extra organs on his body.
"Whatever you want, but it's best not to cause trouble to me during the battle." Cindy shrugged. Since Su Ming was so insistent, there was no need to persuade her.
"Don't be ridiculous, these gangsters are not our problem."
He straightened up and continued to move forward with Cindy. The blood in the corridor covered the insteps. Except for Vico, the three people behind him looked excited, while Barbara and Peter were pale and retching.
It was better to kill monsters on the upper floors before, but now seeing so many corpses of the same kind, human instinct makes them feel scared.
The corridor was twisting and turning, and he didn't know which direction it was leading to, but he could feel that the resistance of the people in black was becoming more and more intense, indicating that they were getting closer to their target.
As he continued to advance and kill, he remembered more and more things. He remembered dozens of bank accounts and passwords in unknown worlds, and remembered secret safe houses and arms storage locations all over the world.
His latest assassination mission gave him a splitting headache, but his face didn't show it at all under the helmet, and he just followed Cindy silently.
On the way, they also found a small room with lights on, and the silk sheets inside showed signs of someone sleeping there.
There is a medicine bottle on the bedside with James Gordon's name written on it.
"Well... Falcone also brought your father's painkillers." Su Ming picked up the bottle and threw it to Barbara: "I have to say, he is quite considerate, Gordon
It should be safe now."
Barbara took the medicine and looked at it carefully. She did remember that this bottle of medicine was in the medicine cabinet at her home. The doctor's prescription and the font on it were all familiar to her.
"How did these guys sneak into my house? My dad installed a lot of security equipment." Barbara was a little upset. These bad guys always haunted her.
"Gordon can catch thieves for a thousand days, but he can't prevent them for a thousand days. When someone wants to enter your home, no security equipment will work. How do you think your home compares with the Batcave?" Su Ming took off his clothes.
The glove reached out and touched the sheets. There was no warmth anymore, indicating that Gordon had been gone for at least half an hour.
Bliss's security measures cannot be said to be inadequate, but didn't they also allow Cindy to break into the house?
Cindy also looked at the medicine bottle, took out two tablets and tasted them to make sure they were aspirin. She continued: "It is very easy to bypass security equipment, such as coercing the manufacturer of security equipment, because these things are often
There is a password or frequency to unlock it.”
"Or hire a professional like us. All the security will be useless in front of us." Su Ming took the medicine bottle and poured a few pills into his mouth. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect. In an instant, his headache was greatly relieved.
He breathed a sigh of relief happily.
He turned around and left the small room. While talking, he took the pillow on the bed with him.
Since someone prepared painkillers for Gordon, it means that Gordon was not unscathed. It would be better to have a pillow when he has a headache. The silk fabric can also be torn off and used as a bandage or a bandage to fix the bones.
Even if Gordon doesn't use it, it can still be used by the Romans.
There is no conflict between killing and humanistic care. Maybe after killing Falcone, letting him rest on this pillow will make the cold corpse smile.
Although his headache is much better now, the complicated memories make him so irritated that he just wants to kill someone.