Although he fell from mid-air with Jason, the situation was quite unfavorable for Roy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Not only because the sneak attack completely fell into the rhythm of the other party, but also because the opponent took the initiative to jump down and occupy the advantageous position above, which made it a lot more difficult to deal with.

Jason also knew in his heart that it was not very certain to win against Roy in a head-to-head battle, and some small tricks by surprise were a better choice.

After carrying Jason heavily and kicking his leg, Roy's movements were still in a brief stun, and Jason had already quickly pulled out his gun, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Roy's chest.

Roy reacted quickly, his right foot popped out like lightning, and he unleashed two offensive moves in a row. He kicked the gun in Jason's hand on tiptoe, and then slammed into Jason's jaw at a near-impossible angle without any pause, and the latter's head tilted back, squirting out a mouthful of bloodshot saliva.

The cold and pitch-black ground finally emerged from the darkness, about twenty meters high from the place where it fell, and if there were no buffer measures, I am afraid that it would really not be able to escape the fate of being smashed into flesh. Roy didn't have time to chase anymore, and the cloak with red edges on a black background quickly popped out of his back, quickly steeling into wings, supporting him to slow down quickly.

The moment it touched the ground, Roy's cloak was retracted, and he rolled around on the spot, perfectly unloading his strength.

He stood up and took a closer look at his surroundings, only to realize that it seemed to be another of Jason's traps.

He was surrounded by layers of curtains, and the horizon stretched out into the darkness as far as he could see, as if he could not see the edge. Jason seems to have carefully crafted such an advantageous environment to create an absolute home-field advantage for himself.

Roy didn't make a rash move, he stopped in place and carefully observed every movement around him.

"Before I do it, I have to make one thing clear......" Jason's voice was processed into a stereo sound coming from all directions, "It's not a personal vendetta, so we're still friends, right?" ”

There were loudspeakers all around, and it was impossible to pinpoint where he was by sound.

"Until today, yes." "But as I said earlier, you've crossed the line. Batman's death has affected you, and now you need help instead of the cape. ”

"Unfortunately, I think I'm pretty good...... In fact, since he crawled out of the grave, he has never been so sober as he is now. ”

As he spoke, a black shadow flashed, and several pitch-black batrang in a dark curve towards Roy's location. Roy, who had always maintained twelve points of vigilance, had already been on guard, squatting down to avoid it as if he was opening his eyes behind his back, and counterattacked back with a few backhand darts in the direction where the darts were fired.

But the darts are just a front, a trap. Jason's true body has long been ambushed in the rear.

Gunshots.

The pistol bullet pierced through the curtain and unstoppably into Roy's back.

Taking another step ahead, Roy turned sideways, raised his arm, and blocked the bullet.

It's armor-piercing bullets, and firing armor-piercing bullets with a pistol - even a special pistol - is already the limit. The bullet sliced through the winged knight's armor and nailed into his left hand, cutting off the flow of blood.

And so far, Jason's little trick is still in his expectations. Roy's chosen response was to judge Jason's position by the sound of a gunshot at the cost of his left hand.

Realizing that the situation is not good, Jason is about to change his position in a hurry, but where will Roy, who has been prepared, let him slip away? Behind the curtain, the zipline "whizzed" out, grabbing one of Jason's arms. The load-bearing fibers contracted, pulling him violently out.

flew out at high speed, and it was Roy's shin that swept over. There was no dodge in mid-air, and Jason had to raise his arm to block.

The power of Roy's foot was so domineering that it swept his entire arm as if he had lost consciousness. Jason propped his other hand on the ground and flipped upside down on the ground with his arm as the axis. I saw Roy's movements rushing forward quickly and violently, and the offensive unfolded like raindrops.

Jason was already passive, and he was even more overwhelmed by such a quick attack. By now, Roy has become extremely proficient in his unique set of pre-reading skills, and it is as easy to see through the opponent's movements in the shortest of moments as if the body reacted instinctively. Now that he has full control of the rhythm, he doesn't have to think about the flaws in his own moves - because the opponent has no time to counterattack, so he concentrates on the attack with all his strength, and the power of each move is multiplied.

It was only a brief moment for Jason to see this very clearly - there was no chance of victory.

He had to change his strategy.

Stepping back sharply to grab a gap, Jason waved his right arm, and a cloud of green gas suddenly erupted from the dark hole in the lower part of the glove. Roy, who was about to grab it, hurriedly stopped, but he still inhaled a little unavoidably, and there was a sudden illusion in front of him, and his brain briefly lost its sense of balance.

Scarecrow's fear of toxins. Although the body already has antibodies, there are still a few adverse effects similar to loss of balance when inhaled.

Jason took the opportunity to kick him in the abdomen, turned to leave, and shouted while flipping a switch in his hand: "Don't accidentally die here!" ”

The moment he flew out of the rope, the explosion occurred. The entire cavern was engulfed in flames like a pile of dry wood that had been set on fire, and the sound of a violent explosion hit the eardrums.

The moment Roy regained his vision, the retina was overrun by a burning fire. In the midst of a sea of fire, only a bat with its wings outstretched was flying away from this sea of fire.

The cavern was collapsing, the stone paths and stairs were cracking, engulfed by the relentless flames. The demons in the form of flames quickly approached and chased after him from behind, and it would not be long before they consumed him as well.

The only hope of escaping was in the black guy who was flying away.

There is only one chance, and there is no chance to miss it. And perhaps the only thing that can be called lucky now is that Roy rarely misses.

"Smack".

The black zipline pierced through the sea of fire, passing through the falling debris and lime, and the target pointed directly at the small black dot, precise and fast.

He hit, and the hook at the top of the zipline reached Jason's black leather boots.

Jason flew out of the flames, and the Winged Knight burst out of the flames. Two black shadows descended one after the other, swaying diagonally into a tunnel.

The sound of train wheels clashing on the tracks, and the sound of high-speed movement tearing through the air echoed through the tunnels. They landed impartially on the roof of the train that was passing in the same direction. (To be continued.) )