Death Knell, a famous supervillain in the DC world, was the sworn enemy of the teenage Titans in the original comics. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoHis real name is Sred Wilson, and he is an international terrorist who has been dubbed "the best mercenary in the world" by insiders. The figure of Knell was born as the product of a failed genetic modification project, and his body was modified to give him physical abilities far beyond normal human beings, as well as the ability to heal himself comparable to that of Wolverine. In addition, genetic modification is said to have allowed him to develop his brain at a rate of up to 90%, which gives him extraordinary thinking abilities and makes him the best master tactician on the planet.

What the? Doesn't that sound like a very strong ability, but it's just a mercenary who can fight a little? Let's take a look at this guy's record in the original book - he single-handedly defeated the Teen Titan, defeated Batman in hand-to-hand combat, and defeated several Justice League members with his supernatural tactical thinking.

All in all, it's a pretty formidable opponent.

But one more thing to mention - he can't fly.

Yes, he couldn't fly, and now he was crouching like a big bird on the shell of the Batfighter, the flickering sword piercing through the 40mm bulletproof glass under the strength of his strong arm.

Dick was taken aback, and the two batrangs flicked at the two-colored face at the broken windshield. But Death Knell seemed to wave his hand slightly, and both darts were caught in his hand.

Dick unbuckled his seatbelt and clasped a batrang in his right hand, using it as a dagger to slash through the dark arc to Deathbell's cheek. The silver sword was pulled out of the plane, and the sword light flashed like a flower, and sparks sparked between the batrang and the blade. Dick felt a sharp tremor in the tiger's mouth, and the dart immediately came out of his hand, like a bird with folded wings, and disappeared into the endless night.

The tip of the sword in Knell's hand turned, like a silver wind swirling around. Dick raised his arm to block, and dazzling sparks erupted between the Black Knight's metal gloves and the cold blade.

Batman's gloves don't look ordinary, and they seem to be able to withstand the edge of this long sword, but Dick's strength is obviously not at the same level as Deathstroke. He gritted his teeth in pain, his forearms pressed almost against his shoulders, and a muffled moan in his throat that would come from a hurricane.

Eric was in the back seat, but he couldn't do anything. He felt that he had never been so eager to be able to fight, but at this most critical moment, Almodra did not move at all.

"Your employer...... I chose to hire you to solve me. Dick tried his best to squeeze the sentence out between his teeth, "Since I need you to collect the money...... Looks like your employer is desperate......"

Deathknell's left hand reached in like lightning, grabbed Dick by the neck and pulled him out of the cabin. Dick realized that Knell was twice as tall as usual standing in the cabin, and his arms were as strong as a tree trunk.

"I see...... Dick said with difficulty as he was pinched by his throat and almost suffocated, "you used that medicine too, didn't you?" ”

"I didn't take a penny, Batman." Deathbell sneered, "No one on earth can afford to pay for your life. Killing you is a reward for gifting me this extraordinary medicine, and at the same time a glorious mission of my own volition. ”

As he spoke, his long sword was held high, and the snow-white blade reflected a bright cold glow.

At this point, Eric had unbuckled his seatbelt and touched the front seat. He pinched the lever and slammed it in one direction like a driver in a sharp turn.

In an instant, the fighter turned around, like a playful and dexterous bird.

Before the Death Knell Sword could fall, his body was involuntarily pulled down by gravity. Of course, gravity is the same, and Eric and Dick were no exception, and the three of them fell rapidly from nearly 4,000 feet in the air together.

"You're in luck, Batman!"

Knell shouted in the wind, his voice gradually drowned out by the wind, and gradually moved away from the two.

The feeling of weightlessness is like a hand pinching the heart, and the heartbeat is almost bursting out. Eric felt the wind whip down on his face again and again, and the world spun in front of him.

It's a lot more exciting than riding a roller coaster.

Dick grabbed him from behind, and his cloak "hula" opened like a giant bat wing. They were slowing down, but not enough, they were getting closer to the ground, and a safe landing at the current speed seemed unlikely.

But I've never heard of Batman jumping from a high altitude and being thrown to his death, right? Surely there will be no precedent today, right?

Dick didn't disappoint him. About twenty meters above the ground, he flashed his hook gun and fired a shot at an ancient tree. The hook rope got tangled in the branch of an ancient tree that looked like it needed to be hugged by three people, dragging the two of them out like swings.

In the end, this ancient tree was still relatively powerful, and the branches were not broken by the weight of the two, and the two landed dangerously and dangerously.

A dense jungle surrounded by bare tree trunks and a small, old bungalow.

Is it a coincidence that the death knell strikes here and makes them fall here - right in front of a small house deep in the jungle?

The two glanced at each other and walked towards the old house in tacit understanding.

The door was unlocked—or rather, it wasn't locked at all, and it looked like a centimeter of dust had fallen from the top of Dick's head when he pushed it open. A row of framed photographs hung on the stone walls on either side of the dilapidated corridor, but the photographs had been taken away, leaving only shattered glass frames.

At the end of the hallway was a large empty room, with half of the incandescent lamps hanging from the ceiling and cobwebs hanging from the roof. With every step they took, the old floor squeaked in protest, and the wind whistled through the shattered windows.

Eric suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, as if he hadn't closed his eyes all night—oh wait, he really looked like he was about to close his eyes all night. He rubbed his eyes, looking around for something that would distract him and cheer him up.

With a casual glance, he saw the flickering black shadow cast on the floor through the glimmer of light from the broken window.

It took him about half a second to make sure it wasn't an overtired hallucination, but a dark mass of things silently approaching Dick from behind. It raised its demonic claws, like an executioner ready to strike.

He noticed that Dick didn't seem to be in a normal state like him, and he was completely unaware of the danger approaching behind him.

"Batman!"

He shouted a reminder as he stepped up and tried to pounce Dick down.

He felt pain, like a syringe piercing into flesh.

He turned his head to look at the sneak attacker, and saw a tattered and twisted face, like a cheap sack on a man's head, and a dull orange glimmer in his eyes.

That's a scarecrow.