On the bleak rooftop, the howling wind blew through the sand into the cloudy pupils of the dead corpses, and the stench of blood obscured the sky and the sun, and the contrast between the bustling lights and the noisy procession downstairs seemed extremely ironic.

The penguin man stood gloomily on the edge, his bloated body leaning against the railing, his umbrella turning back and forth in his hand, and he didn't know what thoughts were buried in his deep eyes.

On the other side, two figures confronted each other from afar.

"You will regret your words and deeds, sir," Baron Straker sighed, each finger of his prosthetic limb turning freely like an octopus with tentacles, "of course, it will be in hell...."

Before the words fell, he stepped out, and in an instant the dust flew, and a long hollow road was plowed out behind him, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already jumped into the air in front of Li Ang, and the iron fist of his right arm was raised high....

Yikes!

As the sharp buzz sounded in unison, resounding through the rooftop, several vast and fiery long pillars of steam suddenly erupted from the fine cavity at the end of the prosthetic, and the unimaginably huge thrust drummed down with an iron fist.

Baron Straker's face was bruised, especially the veins around the broken right eye, which showed a bluish and purple spider web pattern, making people wonder if his eyes would burst open directly in the next second.

In contrast, the speed of the iron fist became faster and faster, the air was squeezed and torn, and even the reflection of the moonlight on its steel surface began to be distorted and blurred.

It is too light to destroy the withering and decaying, and the momentum is not enough to describe its if,

In the pitch-black hole of the hockey hole, Straker's high-flying figure has obscured the sky,

Li Ang bent his knees slightly, grasped the handle of the axe, and swung an arc-shaped trajectory filled with cold light from the bottom up,

So, the blade of the axe hit the steel head-on.

Zheng ~

The sound of gold and iron interlacing was not pleasant, and suddenly the sharp edge of the axe shattered, iron filings splashed, the wooden axe handle began to bend, and the soles of Leon's feet sank into the ground by an inch, and his arms were as miserable as withered pine moss.

After all, he blocked the punch,

Baron Straker's satanic claws were embedded with a shallow dent, the exhaust hole groove at the rear end hissed hoarsely and screamed, and the entire mechanical arm seemed to hit a lonely wall, along with the sharp pain in his broken shoulder, which had been rusted and numb for decades.

He looked at Leon's miserable white mask in disbelief, but immediately smirked and swung his fist again,

Satan's Claw is the masterpiece of Hydra's scientific research department, and it costs a lot of money, and a mere steam boost is only one of the functions.

The entire steel prosthetic limb swelled violently, splitting more than a dozen cracks from the middle of the radius and ulna, and spewed out a boiling and noisy cyan flame in unison, and condensed and closed in the front section, like a giant welding torch blasted straight at Li Ang.

Before he could make contact, the blazing heat had already distorted the air around him, and Li Ang took a few steps back, and was forced to the edge of the rooftop.

Baron Straker's Flame Razor is not a subtle move, it is nothing more than sweeping, splitting, dialing, cutting, sweeping, nai, slashing, sudden, and other knife techniques that open and close, but with the extreme heat of the fused steel, it forces Leon to dodge constantly.

It was at this moment that Baron Straker screamed in his heart, and the claw of Satan suddenly split into two petals on the central axis, and the two-bladed blade fan was mixed with fierce flames, threatening to cut Leon's waist into two parts.

Li Ang had no way to retreat, stepping on the edge of the rooftop steps, most of his body hanging in the air,

Seeing that he was about to fall off the tall building and fall into a puddle of minced meat, the tip of the blade of the fire axe in his hand had already hooked the iron guardrail, and then the falling momentum slammed down, and he swung himself back to the roof with light and swiftness.

Before he could hit the ground, Leon flipped his palm and hid the M9 bayonet in the palm of his hand, swift as lightning, following the gaps exposed by Satan's claws, piercing into the fumale grooves that released cyan flames.

The gas flame was blocked, slightly weakening the fire, and taking advantage of the short interval between the robotic arm's self-inspection, Leon had already punched Straker's head.

Boom!

Satan's claws barely stood in front of him, and with a dull crash, the prosthetic's alloy arm guard sank deeper, creating a blurred fist mark.

Under the pale mask of plum blossom blood, Leon's eyes did not have a trace of warmth, he raised his knee and kicked it, and a jumping knee slammed into Baron Straker's chest,

In an instant, the diaphragm ruptured, the pleural effusion seeped out, and I don't know how many ribs were broken!

Without waiting for Baron Straker to be wounded and retreated, Leon threw his fire axe into the air, ignoring the tremors and cracks of his palm, and strangled the opponent's neck, then rushed forward, bowed down, slammed Straker's head to the ground, and plowed a long furrow in the concrete.

Baron Straker's chest was sunken, blood spurted from his mouth, and his pupils were dilated.

Li Ang stepped on the enemy's chest, waved his arm upward, and opened his palm, until this time, the fire axe slashed through the arc in the air, and fell back into his hand with precision and lightness.

In the cold moonlight, he swung his axe and slashed Straker's steel prosthetic shoulder to shoulder.

Red blood and viscous electrolyte gushed from the wound in his shoulder, mingling with the dust and flying sand, and Baron Straker bowed up like a boiled red shrimp, howling in pain.

"Your head is light and round, it's a pity not to change jobs to be a bald donkey."

Leon pulled Baron Straker's hideous and terrifying distorted face with the blade of his axe, and said indifferently, "Now tell me your name." ”

"Hehe," Straker smiled miserably and spat out a mouthful of blood, "Whoever you are, you're dead, and my organization will do whatever it takes to get you out of the dirt like a turnip, along with the people you hold dear." ”

"Well, I've heard too much of this impotent rage, this threat of a defeated dog's wail, and my ears have grown calluses." Li Ang shook his head and sighed: "Come and I'll kill one by one, come and kill one pair of me, and kill them all until the heads are rolling and the blood is flowing, and you can't kill them." ”

Baron Straker was silent, he could feel the indifference in the other man's bland words, no matter how many lives he had, they seemed to him to be the same as an ordinary number without texture.

The sound of the blades spinning came from far and near, and a sightseeing helicopter hovered over the rooftop, and a rope fell from the cabin.

The penguin, who had been hiding in the corner, had a happy face, and his huge body flew up with unimaginable agility, trying to grab the rope.

However, Leon moved faster than he did, throwing an axe that dug deep into the ground in front of the penguin.

"Don't kill me,"

The penguin man poured beans into a bamboo tube and said: "Straker belongs to a huge organization called Hydra, its predecessor is the remnants of the Nazis left over from World War II, you need someone to deal with the beginning and tail for you, cover up the mass murder that happened here, even if it is you, you definitely don't want Gotham to be full of Hydra agents and make a storm in the city, right?" ”