pertwk Chapter 118, Section 15: Are you crazy?
Chapter 118, Section 15: Are you crazy?
Chapter 118, Section 15: Are you crazy?
Killer Croc wanted to find out Qin Wei's identity before making a move, but the latter didn't want to waste any more words with him.
Grabbing the grass and kicking up a handful of dirt, Qin Wei took advantage of the killer crocodile covering its eyes and charged forward. He dodged the claw attack by turning to the side, and while sliding along the grass, he grabbed the crocodile's knee and used the centripetal force to successfully circle around to its back.
He locked the other man's legs in a grappling hook, but Killer Croc's claws slashed at him first.
The claws, imbued with a chilling killing intent, swept past Qin Wei's nose, the sharp whistling sound seeming to tear the night apart.
With its claws slashing and cleaving, the killer crocodile, blinded by sand, could only frantically claw and clench its claws in response to the sounds. Even so, its fierce attacks still wove a deadly net in front of it, preventing Qin Wei from getting close and forcing him step by step into a corner.
"You despicable bastard, I'll tear you to pieces!"
The killer crocodile roared, its waving claws creating chaos in the courtyard.
Qin Wei knew he couldn't delay any longer; the noise would alert others sooner or later, and if Killer Croc revealed his identity, the infiltration plan would be ruined.
Thinking of this, he grabbed the flowerpot at his feet and threw it far away.
Dang!
Attracted by the sound of the shattering pottery basin, the killer crocodile seized the opportunity and Qin Wei delivered a groin kick, finally stunning the monster.
Then he used the same trick again, went around behind the other person, grabbed their legs and leaned back.
This time, Killer Crocodile knew what the other party was going to do, but it was powerless to fight back and was knocked down heavily by a dive and back throw.
Qin Wei learned this trick from the fake bat, and it often works wonders when dealing with enemies who have an advantage in height and weight.
After enduring a round of brute force from his opponent, he clearly realized the difference in strength between the two sides. The difference in strength often translates to a difference in health bars. He understood that it would be difficult to break through the defenses of the Killer Crocodile, which had undergone a second reversion, with just his fists and feet.
With a muffled thud, the courtyard trembled with a tremendous crash.
Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent landed on the back of his head and was seeing stars, Qin Wei rolled away and delivered a powerful flying knee strike to the opponent's chest.
The 210-pound weight crashed down, and even the tough-skinned killer crocodile couldn't withstand it, clutching its chest and rolling on the ground in pain.
Qin Wei was wary of the killer crocodile's sharp claws, so after succeeding, he didn't greedily strike. Instead, he waited for the opponent to launch a blind counterattack before unleashing a powerful shot at the ferocious head.
In terms of raw strength, Killer Croc was undoubtedly superior, but in terms of combat experience and skill, the gap between him and Qin Wei could only be described as chasm. He was just a small-time gang leader who flaunted his strength and physique, while Qin Wei was a man who had withstood several blows from Fake Bat and Deathstroke.
Even more fatal is that no matter how powerful a creature is, as long as it has not completely broken free from the human body, its head will always be its greatest weakness.
The brain, encased in the skull and cerebrospinal fluid, is too fragile. Shaking, impact, or disruption of intracranial pressure can all cause fainting, let alone a soccer kick delivered with full force.
With its head repeatedly injured, even the killer crocodile's atavistic physique couldn't help it, and it completely lost consciousness as its neck tilted to the side.
Qin Wei didn't forget to finish him off, picking up the mini Thompson that Scarface had dropped and aiming it at Killer Croc's throat.
"Put the gun down!"
A beam of bright light shone from the corner, and Johnny's angry shouts exploded in my ears.
Qin Wei remained unmoved, but the trigger of the Thomson was simply too difficult to reach; he couldn't insert his finger at all.
"Put the gun down, or I'll shoot!"
Under Johnny's repeated threats, Qin Wei threw the object to the ground and swore angrily:
"Holy crap! There's this huge monster out there on the grass, and you're pointing a gun at me? Are you out of your mind?!"
"Matchstick Horse—what nonsense are you talking about—"
Johnny's next words sent chills down Qin Wei's spine.
"Weilun—hasn't he always looked like this?"
There's never been such a thing as a second atavism. When Qin Wei first saw the Killer Crocodile, its yellow vertical eyes, sharp teeth, and scale-covered skin already gave it a bizarre appearance.
"I heard you took on a disciple? Your martial arts school has opened again?"
"It's not really a grand opening; there's only one new person, whom my father took a liking to."
"Oh? Hmph! That old man's judgment isn't bad. Perhaps in another ten years, another 'Bronze Tiger' will emerge." Slade snapped his fingers. "Give this beautiful lady a stout too."
"No need, I never drink outside of missions," Talia shook her head.
The truth is not so. She occasionally drinks a few glasses when she is alone, but the lesson of blacking out after drinking Long Island Iced Tea at a bar was too profound. If Qin Wei hadn't been harmless, she might have already been stabbed in the throat.
"Alright, let's get down to business—hmm? You wanted to see me? For an autograph?"
After signing his code name on a poster featuring his full-body image and dealing with the young mercenaries who had come to see him, Slade tapped the table lightly with his knuckles and looked at the young woman beside him.
"What brings you to the Black Forest to find me? Is it because you're short of money and have remembered your mercenary job?"
"No—I mean—if it's possible, if something happens—I mean, in case, if something really happens, you can protect this child."
"Oh? Something happened? Who's out of their mind to cause trouble for the Guild of Assassins, except for the Owl—"
"Shh!"
Talia frowned and made a gesture, her exotic face filled with anger, clearly disgusted by Deathstroke's sudden mention of that name.
"What's wrong? It wasn't just your family that died in that riot twenty years ago. Cat Head and the others didn't fare much better. I remember that night, Copper Tiger alone killed more than ten Claws, and he even bragged to me about the mountain of corpses!"
"Something so half-dead that it terrifies the current Assassin's Guild?"
Deathstroke took a sip of beer, savoring the bitter taste of the dark beer lingering in his mouth.
In fact, as a witness, Slade always felt that the night of the riot twenty years ago was absurd. The League of Assassins, who were hailed as the representatives of "justice and revenge," were stained with blood, while the Court of Owls, who practiced the way of destruction, became the guardians of Gotham.
Of course, there was also a child who lost both parents forever in the alley. But Deathstroke didn't know about this, nor would he care.
Fortunately, the result of the head-on confrontation between the two behemoths was that both were severely injured. Whether it was the League of Assassins or the Court of Owls, the most beautiful sight was the one with wide eyes and unable to breathe.
"But recently they've made some moves."
Talia's words brought Deathstroke back to reality.
The courts, which have been silent for many years, have finally mobilized? This is explosive news.
"Is the source reliable?" Deathstroke's gaze gradually sharpened.
"There's no concrete evidence, but that's what my father said, exactly the same situation as back then, with children frequently going missing all over Gotham."
They may have begun to develop new claws. And the child I brought possesses 'that thing,' meaning he is inevitably a target for owl training.
"So I'm begging you to grant my request, even if it's just for the sake of 'Bronze Tiger'."
Slade remained silent, covering his forehead and rubbing his index finger back and forth on his eyebrow.
Talia brought up an old friend, which he couldn't refuse.