Barbara and Kassandra heard the movement of the office on the top floor of Wayne Building through their headsets, of course. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Without time to think about how the enemy broke into the Wayne Building without alerting any of their surveillance, the two of them hurriedly jumped out of the ventilation duct and into the hallway, ignoring the suspicious gazes of the employees around them and headed straight for the elevator leading to the top floor.

But the accident doesn't stop there.

There were two crisp sounds, and the glass on one side of the corridor was shattered by external forces, and glass slag splashed into it like raindrops. Two black figures jumped in like falling water and stopped in front of the two of them.

Barbra and Kassandra had to pause and take a serious look at them.

Dressed in black from head to toe, he carried a pair of long swords behind his back, and a short knife in each hand, exactly like the one he had plucked from the poor corpse lying in the Gotham police station, and the man in black had carried such a short knife around his body.

Through the black round eyepieces, you seem to feel his cold, unkind gaze, as if it can penetrate your heart through the gaze.

Barbara gritted her teeth: "You guys...... Who is it? ”

Neither of them replied, but they both raised their short knives and assumed a fighting stance.

Knowing that no force would work, Barbara turned her head and asked Kassandra, "Are you ready?" ”

"Hmm."

"Then get on!"

The two shadows launched at the same time, flying to catch up. The short knives in the hands of the two black-clothed killers turned extremely dexterously, and they also strode to meet them.

Although the origin is unknown, the two daughters have long been mentally prepared for the fact that these two killers are very strong. Roy had warned them that the killer's martial arts were extraordinary, and that they had to prepare for the worst.

But this situation is not just a simple 2v2, Barbara and Kassandra often train together on weekdays, and the tacit understanding between each other has long been needless to say, and the cooperation with each other is almost like instinct, and there is no need to communicate at all, and they can play a 1+1 >2 effects.

Barbara flashed a flash of a knife from the person in front of her, and jumped on the side wall of the corridor, her arm stretched out to Kassandra on one side as she was in mid-air. The latter only caught a glimpse of her movements out of the corner of his eye, and immediately reached out to pinch her palm, and waved his slender arm with all his might. Barbra was hit by Kassandra's swing in mid-air, and the whole person got a huge inertia and rushed towards the killer that Kassandra was facing, and hit the door of this person with a thousand pounds of force, sweeping his glass eyepiece to shatter, and the whole person flew upside down, and slammed into the wall behind him with a "bang", and his head smashed the wall into a hole.

Barbra landed lightly and gestured to Kassan, "Nice! ”

With only half the strength, it would be enough to put a strong man in a strong body unconscious, and it should be enough for that guy to eat a pot at this time.

But unexpectedly, the killer who was swept away did not pause at all, and immediately stood up, shook his head, and slowly approached again with a knife.

"Good...... Like," Barbara cautiously stepped back, "I didn't expect that...... Do you usually work out every day or how do you drop? ”

Meanwhile, Wayne Building, in the director's office.

Roy has now raised his assessment of the black-clad killer's strength to another level.

This guy was fast, and Roy's two attacks that he thought were unexpected, and which the opponent did not expect at all, were defused by him, and purely by relying on his near-superhuman reaction speed. In addition, his strength is also quite good, Roy stabbed a leg in the face with all his might, but it was stopped by the opponent's hands on the left and right ankles respectively.

You must know that Roy's leg strength is not beyond the reach of ordinary people, it is not easy to stand it, and it is even more powerful to hold it with both palms.

After fighting for more than 30 moves, when the black-clothed killer's short knife swept away, Roy grabbed a flaw in his movements, and stabbed his face with one palm like a dagger.

Stimulation of the mandibular nerve, a mixed nerve distributed in many parts of the face, can cause discomfort in the ears, eyes, and other facial tracheas.

Hit, Roy's palmar did cut to the nerve on the side of the guy's cheek, creating an opportunity. Roy took the opportunity to get close at a rapid pace, and slammed his fist head-on with a whistling wind.

But to his surprise, the killer ate his previous palm and only twisted his cervical vertebrae, and then turned his head sideways like nothing to dodge his powerful punch, and the short knife turned into a flash of silver light and flew up, drawing a long bloody hole on Roy's wrist, and blood flew out.

Roy's pupils contracted suddenly.

It's impossible, his mandibular nerve has just been hit, and his hearing and vision should be in a state of extreme discomfort at this time, so there's no reason to dodge this blow and fight back.

Roy frowned slightly, something was wrong.

Seeing Roy retreat away, the killer didn't pursue, and after playing with the short blade in his hand twice, he said solemnly: "You're not Bruce Wayne, let me guess...... Winged Knight, huh? It's fun, but we're going to disappoint you, we already know that. ”

Sure enough, although I don't know why, this group of killers of unknown origin also knows about Bruce.

"While you're here pestering us, Bruce Wayne is afraid that he will be dead and can't die anymore." The black-clothed killer lifted the short knife and said, "It's a pity, I love to kill the people of the Wayne family the most...... Originally, my mission was to hold you back, but now, I think it would be okay for me to kill you. ”

Near the Child Welfare Center, Park.

Bruce was sitting on the bench with the friend he had recently met, both of them's favorite. So far, aside from the fact that this guy's pale face is uncomfortable, Bruce feels quite like-minded with him.

"Need cookies?" The man asked as he pulled a cookie out of the bag and threw it into his mouth.

"I ......"

"Let's have a piece." Without waiting for Bruce to answer, he had already tossed a piece to Bruce, "It tastes good." ”

"Thank you."

The man continued to say to himself, "Do you know what I like most about cookies? That's what they're all laughing at. ”

He held a cookie in his hand and carefully looked at the simple smiling face drawn on it for a long time: "It's like reminding us of something important...... Life always needs a smile, what do they say? 'Laugh for ten years', haha. I don't know if you understand what I mean. ”

"Yes, I understand." Bruce said, pausing, and asked, "Speaking of which, I don't know what your name is." ”

"Jack." He said, "Just call me Jack." What about you? ”

Bruce hesitated for a moment and said, "Thomas." ”

"Pretty good name......

Jack's pupils suddenly closed as he said this, and without thinking about it, he threw away the bag in his hand and jerked Bruce to the side.

The knife "swooped" into his shoulder, blood splattering everywhere.

Bruce was shocked: "Jack! ”

From the shadows ahead, the man in black appeared like a ghost: "Bruce Wayne, the Owl Court has sentenced you to death!" ”

"What!?"

Without giving him a stunned effort, the black shadow had already rushed forward like a ghost, and the long sword was already unsheathed with a flash of silver light behind him.

Bruce closed his eyes and raised his arms in front of him.

But then, the cold blade did not fall.

When he cautiously opened his eyes, he saw a big man wearing stupid square-rimmed glasses, wearing a blue suit, who seemed to be two meters tall, suddenly appeared in front of him as if he were teleporting, his left hand in his trouser pocket, and his right hand easily pinched the wrist of the black-clad killer, whose sword hand could not be pressed even a bit.

"Who are you!?" The man in black asked in a cold voice, apparently this person's appearance was completely unexpected by the organization's plan.

The big man smiled lightly: "Clark Kent, just a reporter who has seen a lot of trouble." (To be continued.) )