The Bishop couldn't be sure what had happened to Roy, but what he could be sure of was that Roy had made unexpected progress in the past half a month, and he was far from the opponent he had originally thought he could deal with casually

But Roy is the one he has to beat, and that's not going to change, it's just a little bit more difficult.

The wide trench coat flicked back, and he raised his hand as if without a shadow, and the sound of the pistol safety bolt opening and the loud sound of bullets almost merging into one shot, as if the bishop had thrown a bright fire from under the black trench coat.

The gunfire was not expected, but the bishop's rapid movement towards something in the trench coat was keenly captured by his eyes.

Turning sideways to avoid at the speed of the reflex limit, Roy avoided the key point with great suspense. Bullets roared past one of his arms, protective tunics torn through with tremendous kinetic energy, and blood-red blood oozed from the pitch-black armor.

Roy silently thanked Kassandra for the pre-reading of the movements she had just indirectly saved.

After a single shot, the bishop paused slightly before continuing to fire a second shot. This gave Roy a little breather and a chance to avoid the muzzle of the gun and dodge the ballistics.

It's not that the bishop doesn't want to shoot the other party quickly, he has already restrained his contempt and playfulness at the beginning, he knows that the current Roy is not an opponent he can easily deal with, so he goes all out and doesn't spare the slightest. However, in order to gain the protection of the winged knight armor that penetrates the Wayne Enterprises, the Bishop specially loaded the pistol with armor-piercing shells. For a normal person, the recoil of firing armor-piercing bullets with a pistol is unthinkable. If it weren't for the non-human arm strength, the shooter would be killed before the armor-piercing bullet could be aimed at the target it needed to lock onto.

The Bishop had enough arm strength to absorb the powerful impact of the armor-piercing projectile. But pistols cannot. Regardless of the recklessness, the pistol may not be able to withstand it, if the pistol explodes on the spot when the next shot is fired. Maybe it will directly lay the foundation for the defeat of the bishop.

After Roy dodged the second shot, he pulled out a small jar the size of a bottle of oral liquid from his belt as quickly as he could, with a fiery bat mark on the surface.

Without thinking about what it was, the Bishop quickly turned the muzzle of the gun and fired the small jar with a precise volley. It was as if an endless smoke screen was leaking out of the exploding jar like a large net that had spread out towards the bishop.

A canned smoke bomb.

The moment the smoke screen was released, the zipline on the other side of the smoke screen had already flown out, piercing through the diffuse smoke and wrapping around the barrel of the bishop's gun, and the rope suddenly erupted with strong force.

Pulled the modified pistol into a smoke screen. And with the force of this pull, Roy's body also burst out of the smoke screen like a dragon out of the sea, and rushed towards the bishop.

The venom-enhanced force was released from his arm in a frenzied manner, acting on his cheek, slamming the bishop out. Nearly two hundred pounds of weight were lifted off the ground by the force of the punch, and his back crushed the decaying and aging wall and fell into the cubicle.

To Roy's surprise, the bishop smashed the wall, and countless exposed circuits stretched out from the wall, as if woven into a spider's web, and in the center of the web was surrounded by an electronic display. While making an extremely slight "click" sound, red numbers jumped on the screen.

The number shown above is one minute and twenty seconds, and it is still decreasing.

I can think of it with my toes. When the countdown reaches zero, you won't be bursting with streamers or anything like that at your birthday party.

Roy frowned slightly and asked, "What do you want to do?" Recreate the scene of that day. Blow us both up together? ”

The bishop patted himself and stood up, "Our fate." It may be that we were tied together in such a situation last time, and it was the arrangement of fate that prevented us from ending up together. Gave us a chance to replay, and this time, I'll survive because I can heal myself, but you can't. So this time, it will be the end of our destiny and the beginning of a new phase of my destiny. ”

"So the detonation time you set is the time you can be sure of defeating me?" Roy snorted, "A minute? Unfortunately, it took me exactly what time it took to get you right. ”

The bishop snorted coldly: "Don't be complacent. ”

Before he could finish speaking, two flying claws shot out of his wide trench coat. Roy had no chance to react at this point, because his claws shot from the inside of his jacket, like an arrow through his jacket and out of the fleece.

Roy only had time to reflexively raise his arm to block, and two flying claws wrapped around Roy's arm like a spiritual snake, and the sizzling electricity quickly climbed up his arm along the thin fibers and quickly spread throughout his body.

Roy snorted and knelt down, white smoke rising from his armor like a boiling kettle. He gritted his teeth and took the pressure on the nerve fibers, and ripped the claws off his wrists.

By this time, the bishop had already leapt in front of him and kicked him head-on. Roy, who had not yet fully recovered from the paralyzing sensation of the electric shock, could only kick his legs and retreat to cushion the force.

The bishop slammed his palm at Roy's face, and Roy raised his arm to hold it, but he didn't have time to deal with the shiver that the bishop flashed from his coat. The sharp dagger turned into a flash of silver light, slashing through Roy's waist and abdomen, spilling a shocking stream of blood.

Roy's early abdominal tuck prevented more serious damage, but the wound was not shallow. (ww.uuknshu) The bishop stabbed him again without pause, and Roy's free hand clamped his wrist like electricity, preventing further progress.

In terms of arm strength, he is no match for the bishop, as has been proven many times. What's more, he is bleeding from his abdomen and arms right now.

The loss of blood and the excessive release of force brought a wave of dizziness that hit his brain. Roy gritted his teeth, feeling that the strength in his hand was also weakening a little, and the bishop's strength seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, the tip of the knife was advancing inch by inch, and the skin behind the torn armor was already as if he could feel the cold air from the tip of the knife.

But Kassandra had taught him silently that victory in battle was never just about the size of anyone's fist, otherwise there was no need to fight.

Roy made a decision at this moment, and the whole person lay backwards as if he had given up, and his strength was as loose as a flood. The bishop's great force lost its point of action in an instant, and the sharp knife rushed forward uncontrollably, like a wild horse that couldn't stop the car.

Roy lay on the ground, and the sharp knife slashed through his side again, bringing out another shallow scar. But he lay down as he bent his feet as best he could, raised them to his chest, slammed them on the bishop's chest, poured all his strength into his legs, and lifted the bishop backwards from above.

The Bishop fell headfirst to the ground and rolled on the spot in an attempt to get up, but before he could make a movement to his feet, two batrangs had pinned him to the floor.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the cracked wall, twenty seconds remaining.

But without the slightest panic that a dying person should have, the bishop looked at Roy defiantly: "You're just not going to let me die, are you?" ”

Roy looked at him coldly, "Really? "To be continued.