“Wayne, what on earth is this counter-injury thing about?
Does a guy as powerful as you have to avoid this demon? "
Deadshot shouted with his eyes wide open, but of course the movements under his feet did not slow down at all.
"I'm sure I can defeat him, but I can't guarantee my own safety!
If there was no way out, I would never fight that guy head-on! "
Wayne said angrily and threw a hand ax in the direction of the group of demons.
The skill of weapon throwing actually does not require physical weapons to cause powerful damage, but the damage will be higher if there are physical weapons.
It is Wayne's insistence to do everything to perfection. Wayne is also a kind of guy with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
The "strong" that will correct obsessive-compulsive disorder is the three-tone type...
"We can't keep running away, right? This is a fight, not a race!
Even if it is a race, there is no reason to look like this! If that thing catches up with me, it will definitely beat me to a pulp! "
Jason Todd threw a grenade on the ground while running.
It is said that you cannot attack the big guy, but what is the determination of this "attack"?
What is used as a judgment?
Does it mean that as long as you are hostile to that guy, even if you launch a missile attack, you will have to suffer retaliation?
If that's the case, that's too unreasonable.
"Don't expect me to pick up your meat paste and make it into balls or something, demons can eat people!"
As Deadshot ran, he looked back at the grenade on the ground.
That was when he was determining the position of the grenade so that there would be no accidents when he fired.
These gunmen have already known where to hit, but they don't have the ability to hit the target without knowing anything.
If it could really be achieved to that extent, it would be a matter of hitting wherever you point.
The ideas of the two top shooters were very much in sync at this time.
The grenade dropped by Jason Todd did not remove the tab, so it would require some external help to detonate it.
At this time, you can test the scope of the anti-injury affix.
If all goes well, maybe the problem can be solved by dropping a nuclear bomb on the Burning Hell.
As long as it is a flesh-and-blood life, nuclear weapons can be effective.
There is nothing to question about this.
It's a pity that the outcome of the battle is not very clear now, at least we will have to wait until the trial is over.
"I've tried it before. The premise of counter-injury is that the demon can understand who the attack is coming from.
In other words, there is a distance limit. From my experience, this distance is what the demon can see! "
Of course Wayne knew what the two gunmen were planning to do. He had already done this kind of temptation.
Even though he has conducted a lot of research on demons, Wayne is still in awe of beings like demons.
Yes, life is worthy of awe.
The confrontation between humans and demons has never been about personal grudges and hatred, it is just pure opposition.
Two lives cannot coexist.
If humans one day gain a pure upper hand, they may set aside a small area for demons to survive.
But at that time it was the Humane and Demonic Protection Association.
Euphemistically called maintaining ecological diversity?
But that would be after the demons were almost killed off. It would not be surprising for the demon race to be included in the endangered animal list by then.
Every household in America can keep a devil, just like every household in Sichuan has pandas?
Fortunately, not everyone in Guangdong is from Fujian...
That's terrible...
"In this case, it also requires that the devil can understand who attacked him?"
A smile appeared on Deadshot's lips.
Well, that smile is quite impressive and a little bit handsome?
"Bang~"
There was an unsurprising gunshot, followed closely by the explosion of a grenade.
The damage to the group of Agren trolls was not too profound. Even if it caused counter-injury, it would not take away the lives of the two gunmen.
These two guys are obviously ordinary people, but their vitality is actually quite outrageous.
Maybe while people are very fragile, they are also showing the miracle of life?
Fragile and tenacious human beings have long become one of the masters of this planet.
"I'm fine."
Deadshot continued running without turning his head, with no wounds on his body.
Of course, he also knew that that attack would not hurt a demon like the Agren Troll.
These are not knowledge, but experience.
He was not idle during this period. While bragging with Luke, they did some serious things.
This is not the first time we have seen the Agren Troll, although this is the first time we have seen this group of warriors.
"Fuck, I'm in trouble! Wow~"
Jason Todd's voice came from the corner in front, and it sounded like he was vomiting blood?
"Fortunately, you left a little distance when you detonated the grenade, otherwise I might be dead!"
As Deadshot ran, Jason Todd's figure also appeared in sight.
It can be seen that Jason Todd is not in good condition, and there are many wounds on his body.
"Demons are an intelligent race. Although they don't understand our technology, it doesn't mean they are fools."
Wayne said meaningfully, and put Jason Todd on his shoulders.
He has experienced counter-injury. Armor can provide damage reduction, but most of it still has to be endured by strong vitality.
After this trial, I got a pretty good answer.
"Obviously, he knew who caused the attack on him and who he should target in return.
I'm just curious, can the ability of counter-injury only affect one person at a time? "
Deadshot twitched the corner of his mouth and said a little embarrassed.
He had not expected that Jason Todd would suffer a counter-injury, and he was mentally prepared to be hit.
Is this the result?
"I'm not very clear. Do I need to remind you again that demons are intelligent beings?
What if this was just something he showed off on purpose?
Don't forget that this group of demons are called warriors! "
Wayne said this.
Then I turned around and suddenly felt my blood pressure rising...
The Agron troll running at the front handed an ear hammer to his partner, and then raised his middle finger to Wayne...
Obviously these demons don't have any understanding of humans. It's possible that the moment they were born from a human, they might have obtained the person's memory.
"grass!"
Wayne roared with anger.
Now he is not wearing a Batman vest, and there is no need to hide in the shadows and say "Hey Batman" secretly.
Being able to express my emotions openly is actually quite enjoyable.
If the previous Batman had a bit of social phobia, then Wayne now has social phobia!
Yelling is no big deal, fighting furiously is no pressure.
Anyway, it’s just fun.
"That thing actually mocks you?"
Jason Todd said as he coughed.
He originally said these words intermittently, but fortunately some kind people removed the fragmented "cough" sound.
“I didn’t expect that now we have to continue running.
For the time being, we can still delay him like this. If there is really no other way, then let me see who has a tougher fate, me or this devil! "
Wayne said while suppressing his anger.
In front of these acquaintances, you still can't be too presumptuous.
Social bullies also don’t like the feeling of being socially killed.
"If a group of people stabbed him with needles, what would be the effect of the back injury?"
Deadshot came up with an interesting idea.
Would it be effective to use attacks that are not fatal to each other to harm this demon, and to defeat individuals with numbers?
"It depends on who the target of his counter-injury is.
If you don't plan to be the one who gets stabbed to death by a needle, I suggest you don't say it in front of him when you do!
Or maybe you were not in his sight when he started this action. "
Wayne said angrily.
Deadshot turned his head and glanced at the Agren troll. He seemed to see a threat from that ugly face?
"So demons can feel pain, right?"
When Deadshot spoke, his feet moved a little faster. Now there were only two people running.
Although Wayne would not avenge Jason Todd's murder, he would not throw Jason Todd to the ground to delay the enemy's pursuit.
When given a choice, Wayne still won't give up on anyone.
It's just that at some strange times, he didn't have a choice.
Like the trolley problem...
“Demons bleed, and demons run away.
They are intelligent beings. At most, the demons at the bottom are less intelligent.
But survival is the instinct of life. "
Wayne said and threw another hand ax at the demon.
It may not have much effect, but there is still no problem in hindering the opponent's actions.
…
A little further ahead, Bloodsport turned the corner as Wayne and the others asked.
It's a bit unspecific to say that. He actually got through a gap like a dog hole...
His movements were very embarrassing, but fortunately no one saw him drilling the hole, so there was nothing to be ashamed of.
"Fuck! Rat!?"
Bloody Sports looked at the little mouse in front of him with a dismayed face. The mouse's eyes were dark and seemed to be shining?
This little guy seems to have an IQ that exceeds that of ordinary mice, maybe close to humans?
To be honest, rats are actually a very smart species.
These annoying little bastards will never suffer a second loss in the same trap, and they even have good detection capabilities.
And there are so many rats that these guys, like ants, may be strong contenders for the position of ruler of this planet.
That is to say, no extraordinary existence was born among these little guys.
Blood sports are afraid of rats.
That's right, it's not hate, but fear.
Most people hate rats and may take out weapons to kill these little guys when they see them.
In the excitement, it is possible to surpass the men's football team and kick a stunning world wave.
But Bloodsport's fear of rats goes beyond these two categories, and he even gets stiff when faced with rats!
This is also caused by his tragic childhood.
Speaking of which, childhood tragedies played an important part in the birth of these superheroes and super villains?
It’s as if people with happy lives have completely lost the chance to be both.
Bloodsport, who was still a child at the time, was already training in the use of various weapons under the tutelage of his father.
On that day, his training completion was too low.
So he was locked in a closet-like place.
Of course... of course he didn't suddenly learn Parseltongue, nor was he born with any superpower that made glass disappear.
The only thing he faced was the rat that was always hungry and had green eyes!
Bloodsport did not fall asleep at this time, and naturally he did not lose his ears in his sleep.
He is not the fat blue guy who can only extend his "round" hand, although the two guys have the same fear of mice.
He listened to the sound of the mouse grinding its teeth and watched the little thing open its mouth to him!
That mouth, which is obviously not big, seems to hold the whole world in it.
There was a dark, unknown sound.
The two front teeth in the mouth are one long and one short. The unevenness makes Bloody Sports seem to see the world tilting and being cut little by little!
Trembling?
Trembling has no effect!
Resist?
Young blood sports cannot resist!
Any movement he made in this cabinet would be the beginning of another torture for his father.
In fact, there is a chance that Bloodsport does not exist as a killer.
It's a pity that among his abilities, he didn't even receive formal education in addition and subtraction within one hundred!
He only uses weapons and kills people.
If you're not a killer, maybe you can become a full-time mercenary?
The noise of rats became his nightmare from that moment on!
Whenever he fell asleep, he seemed to be able to hear the running of mice in the walls.
Whenever he lost his mind, it was as if he was being watched by those hungry green eyes in the darkness.
The only thing to be thankful for is that blood sports cannot afford to live in ancient castles and mansions.
Nor does he have a cultist ancestor... 1
"Man, what do you want?"
Bloodsport said to the little mouse in front of him. He could definitely kill this little mouse with a slap.
But blood sports are trembling!
It was only then that he noticed that the little mouse in front of him was wearing a red vest.
"Were you raised by someone?"
Bloodsport said in a trembling voice.
He knew that rats couldn't speak human language. If this rat spoke human language, he answered his question.
He might just slap it with a "Ka" sound.
Being face to face with a mouse was the limit of what he could bear!
The little mouse stretched out one of its front paws, closed the surrounding fingers, and made a V gesture.
This seems to be a greeting?
It looks like this little mouse is quite friendly to blood sports...
