McCarron, as the bishop requested, did not pay the Red Hood protection money again this week.

He felt like he was standing at the tip of a knife all day, his heart was uneasy, he felt like someone was waiting for him with a pistol behind every corner, and every passerby who passed by looked like that hateful guy in a red hat, and he had to watch out for someone to suddenly pull out a knife and stab him to death. Sometimes, he even often wondered if a sniper rifle had been aimed at his head in a high place.

The Macallan was guarded by bodyguards almost everywhere and every day, and even then he felt that he could not feel even the slightest bit at ease.

And as it turned out, he was right, and no matter what kind of guards were taken to prove futile.

When he got home that night, he pressed the light switch, but there was no response, and the light did not come on.

The alert Mr. McCarron hurriedly called the bodyguards and asked the two bodyguards to go in with flashlights to reconnoitre, while he waited outside the door for news.

After a few moments, the two confirmed that there was no one inside, maybe just the light tube was loose.

Mr. McCarron walked in with some peace of mind. A bodyguard brought a ladder and re-tightened the light tube for the boss.

However, the moment the light illuminates the room, it all ends. The glass windows shattered, the curtains were torn open, and a rocket whistled through the window, releasing all the heat and impact in the room, engulfing everything.

Poor Mr. McCarron and his two innocent bodyguards, of course, have no reason to survive.

Standing on the roof of the building directly opposite, the red hood carried a bazooka on his shoulder, and a wisp of green smoke was emitting from the muzzle. He snorted and said to himself, "Piece of cake." ”

Suddenly, a chill approached from the back of his neck, forcing the red hood to become instantly alert.

Without hesitation or thinking, he just instinctively threw the huge bazooka aside, and the red hood himself rolled on the spot, flashing a sharp sword light without danger. The tip of the sword slashed across his sleek helmet, sending out a few sparks and debris.

The red hood half-crouched and turned around, only to see a burly mercenary standing behind him, dressed in thick armor. With an empty scabbard behind his back, he held a sword in both hands that exuded an incomparably cold air in the night. And the most revealing identity is the yellow and black mask worn on the face.

The death knell of the international mercenary, Natal Sred Wilson, is known as "the best mercenary in the world". He is not only superb in swordsmanship and martial arts. He is proficient in a variety of weapons, and has undergone a drug experiment that has been characterized as a "failure", but has given him extraordinary self-healing abilities and superhuman powers. What's even more amazing is that the experiment developed 90 percent of his brain's potential -- compared to 10 percent of the average person's brain. This is reflected in his high IQ and shrewd strategy, and his reaction speed is much faster than that of singing.

All in all, Knell is a pretty formidable opponent. Even Batman wasn't sure to win him.

A sword, as fast as an invisible sword, rolled towards the red hood. Red Hood quickly jumped back, drew his gun, and shouted as he shot his mouth, "Slade? Why are you wading through this troubled water? ”

Batman once commented. The habit of chattering in Red Hood combat can actually play a big role in distracting the opponent, and it is not just a pointless joke. Sometimes when the enemy is involuntarily distracted to hear what he is saying, he can create opportunities.

It's a shame that Death Knell doesn't seem to be an opponent in that division.

The flying sword light intertwined into a web, and the bullets collided violently with the sword, and sparks burst out in all directions. With his terrifying reflexes, Knell blocked several bullets with his sword, and at the same time quickly closed the distance, "brushing" the sword to split the barrel of the gun in Red Hood's hand in half.

There was no time to dodge, and when the sword was about to pierce Red Hood's chest, a rope wrapped around the blade. Forcibly stopped the momentum of the longsword charge.

"Huh?"

Deathbell couldn't help but look back, only to see the Winged Knight standing on the roof of the house at his side, holding the other end of the bat rope in his hand. Deathbell was surprised to notice that this guy's arm strength was really amazing. Knell's arm strength was non-human, but at this moment, he could feel the strange force from the rope pulling the blade of the sword he was trying to stab, and the strength was evident.

"Hey, old man!" A silver-like female voice came from the other side, and the moment he turned around, the golden heels were already kicked in his chest.

Barbara landed on the ground with a flying kick. Laughing: "What, old man? Old and useless? ”

The kicked Death Knell unhurriedly got to his feet, slowly drawing another sword from his back with one hand and pulling ********** from his waist with the other.

He swept around indifferently, his gaze like a cold blade, ruthless and powerful.

"He's a tough old man, isn't he?" Red Hood teased and replaced his two pistols as well.

Three-on-one, that's the advantage of Roy's side.

And strong strength is the advantage of the death knell.

The battle began with the sound of a gunfire from the Red Hood, and the four of them scuffled. Knell's terrifying strength was completely displayed here, and the sword light of his exquisite fast sword enveloped the three of them at the same time, causing a lot of pressure on all three of them. At the same time, the ********** held in the other hand is also constantly fired, and the threat is not small.

If you continue like this, you will lose.

Roy, Barbara, and Jason all came to this conclusion. Although it was three to one, and although the other party was an old man, Knell's energy was obviously more abundant, and it was almost impossible to feel tired. Of the three here, only Roy's physique can keep up, while Barbara and Jason have already become tired with the passage of time, and some can't keep up with the rhythm.

If you can't go on like this, something has to be done.

When Roy had just thought about it, Red Hood had already put it into action. He stepped up against the blade of the sword and resisted it with his body, firing two shots from the muzzle of the gun against Deathknell's chest.

Deathbell snorted, and at the same time that there were two more blood holes in his chest, the armor of the red hood was also split by a sword mixed with the strange power of Deathbell, and the skin under the armor was opened. Deathbell kicked him in the abdomen, sending him flying.

Such an exchange was undoubtedly not worth it, and the Red Hood suffered two blows and his combat power was greatly reduced, but the wound of the death knell healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was almost no major harm.

But that's not the purpose of the red hood in the first place.

His move just now won a chance for a pair of well-coordinated partners to attack.

There is no need for verbal communication, and the cooperation just happens. Barbara jumped like a swan, and Roy grabbed her hand and tossed her one arm to help her jump higher, while throwing three batrang with the other hand at the death knell as she was dealing with the red hood.

The death knell sword was horizontal, and after three continuous crisp sounds, the darts landed one after another.

But the real attack is yet to come.

While Deathknell kicked the red hood and blocked the dart with the blade of the sword in his hand, Barbara had already somersaulted gracefully behind him, and the whole person threw out a small disc printed with an LCD screen in the air, and it was attached to Deathknell's back with a "click".

"Boom!"

The disc bursts, and a blast of impact knocks Deathstroke to the ground, and the armor behind it explodes.

The red hood propped up and got up: "You know that can't stop him, right?" ”

Roy picked up the red hood and said, "Of course not, but you can hold him back, and we'll withdraw." (To be continued.) )