With a loud bang.
The Cheshire Cat fled away from where it had just stood in a panic, and the next second, that place exploded under the joint attack of three sharp claws, the wooden floor was smashed, and wood chips flew everywhere.
"What the hell."
She told Deadshot: "I thought this time I wouldn't have to jump around like a monkey."
She complained, "Ever since I came to Gotham, I seem to be doing the same job. I'm an assassin! I've had enough!"
There are so many claws that the Cheshire Cat cannot make any big moves in such an indoor space.
She barely blocked a swing of the katana from Muscle Claw with her knife, and then her folding knife flew out of the window with a joyful cry of "I'm free".
The Cheshire Cat was immediately a little exasperated: "Floyd, why can't you just take out an ultrasonic rocket launcher or a surge effect gun or something and blow these guys away?"
Of course, the Cheshire Cat was just talking. This hall might be a very spacious place for a banquet, but if it were a battlefield, a direct ultrasonic rocket launch here would undoubtedly be a scene of mutual destruction.
The Cheshire Cat was annoyed that he had been distracted during the fight.
She did a nimble backflip, and then she saw the guy on the other side who was trying to grab her abandon his knife and switch to fists, and his sandbag-sized fist came down at her with a whistling sound.
"Fuck." The Cheshire Cat cursed in a pleasant voice.
Bang!
She was knocked back with her arms crossed, leaving a V-shaped hole in the wall, and fell from the second floor of the hospital.
This scene seemed strangely familiar. She seemed to have been knocked out in the same way when she fought with Bane before.
“Damn it!”
Cold sweat broke out on the Death Shooter's forehead. If he used the breaching effect gun in such a small space, it would most likely collapse the place directly—
Wait, why not
Deadshot's brain froze for a moment, then he immediately reacted and turned around to greet Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy and Killer Croc who were still fighting with the Claws.
"Tear this place down! Fight these freaks in the open!"
He called out loudly, then took the lead and fired a shot at the load-bearing wall.
Mr. Freeze, who was lying on the ground, was furious: "No! What are you doing!!! We are still lying here and unable to move. If you collapse this place-"
"I don't care if you die!"
The deadshot fired another shot at the wall. The electricity hit the wall and corroded a large charred hole in it.
"We must face death calmly... Oh! Great God! Almighty Father, true God, we..."
Mr. Freeze turned around and saw that the Clayface’s lower body was almost melted, but he was still performing passionately. He couldn’t blame him, after all, he was a terminally ill histrionic personality... But he was still angry!
"Firefly, come and help me!" He quickly called out to Firefly, the only one who could still move among the many villains. After all, only his armor and uniform were broken, but he could still move.
Mr. Freeze looked at Dr. Phosphorus, who was lying on the ground and smoking because he had mistakenly eaten sodium hydroxide for sugar cubes, and Man-Bat, who had turned into a skinny scholar: "We have to get them out!"
"Batman, if you don't come to rescue us, we will..."
"I have already jumped out of the plane and will be at the battlefield in 30 seconds."
There was a whirring sound in Penguin's ears, as if someone was falling. He and the ventriloquist huddled together, the two short and fat dwarfs trembling in the chaotic battlefield:
“Hurry up!!!”
"I won't let you succeed." Scarecrow immediately noticed Deadshot's actions. He saw Poison Ivy also followed suit and smashed the huge plant into the load-bearing wall next to it.
He immediately called a claw: "Stop him!"
"yes."
Even though they have become muscular freaks, these well-trained claw assassins show no signs of slowing down.
In an instant he appeared in front of the Deadshot, wielding a knife: "Floyd Lawton, the Court of Owls sentences you to death!"
The blade fell like a streak of light, and the Death Shooter retreated violently, raising his gun—
clang!
The samurai sword was bitten by a bloody mouth in mid-air, and it shattered immediately with just a little force.
It's Killer Croc!
The muscular clawed assassin was stunned for a moment, then threw a punch, but was caught by Killer Croc: "Don't tease me!"
He swung his tail, and under the green scales, his muscles twisted like a centipede.
Lift your foot, step down, and then slam it into the floor!
The other party just feels...
Weightlessness, spinning, and then being slammed into the floor like a hammer!
Squeak!
The Claw Assassin's head broke through the floor and appeared on the ceiling of the second floor.
Killer Croc showed a look of contempt.
"Your power is far inferior to that of the real Bane."
He said confidently: "If it's just this level, I won't lose even if there are three of us—"
The next second, he was pinned down by five sharp claws that jumped up.
"It's not fair... woooo..."
The fists came down like beating drums. The big crocodile held his head with both hands and was kicked in a circle. He was beaten so badly that he couldn't utter a word.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Death Shooter fired another shot at the wall.
Boom boom boom boom!
Accompanied by a deafening roar, as if the whole world was collapsing, the entire building finally collapsed.
In the ruins, Death Shooter just got up and saw 9 muscular claws standing opposite them under the bright moonlight.
"Waylon, how are you?"
Killer Croc pushed aside a pile of rubble and stood up, cursing as he spat out the pile of rotten stones he had swallowed.
"I'm fine, where's Oswald?"
"Thanks to you, I'm not dead yet."
The voice of the Penguin Man was heard nearby, and a pile of rubble was pushed aside, revealing the Penguin Man underneath, who was holding an umbrella to protect himself and the ventriloquist.
He whispered:
"Hold on a little longer, Batman should have 15 seconds left-"
"Waylon! Old friend!" the Scarecrow's voice rang out, and he slowly walked out from under the protection of his muscular claws and slowly began to applaud.
"He is still so strong after all these years. It reminds me of the golden years when we worked together."
He said, "How about this, Waylon, I'll offer you $5 million, no, $10 million, if you bring me the head of this stupid penguin next to you?"
"Pay as you go, just like the other times we've worked together. You always want the money, don't you, big guy?"
"Indeed."
Killer Croc said, "But."
He paused, and in the Scarecrow's puzzled look, he said, "There are still five seconds left."
"What's the meaning?"
"Five," he said.
"4." Poison Ivy flipped over the bricks, and the plant carried her and Harley Quinn and landed next to the Penguin.
"3." The Cheshire Cat who had just been knocked away slowly walked back. She crossed the ruins and landed beside the crowd.
"2." The Death Shooter put down his gun and looked relaxed.
"1." said the Penguin.
"He's here."
Chen Tao fell in the center of the battlefield.