On the cold rooftop, a whistling and strong wind blew, blowing sand into the turbid pupils of the dead corpse. The smelly blood covered the sky and the sun. The contrast with the prosperous lights downstairs and the noisy parades seemed extremely ironic.

The penguin stood sinisterly on the edge, leaning against the railing, turning the umbrella back and forth in her hands, and she didn't know what was buried in her deep eyes.

On the other side, two figures confronted each other from afar.

"You will regret your words and deeds, sir," Baron Strack sighed, every finger of the prosthetic was freely folding and turning like an octopus that contracted its tentacles. "Of course, that would be in hell..."

Before he finished speaking, he stepped out and dust flew away in an instant. A long hollow corridor was plowed out from behind him. When he opened his eyes, he had already jumped into the sky in front of Li Ang, and his right arm was raised high...

Scream!

With the sharp beeping sounds, it resounded through the rooftop, several vast and hot long steam pillars suddenly gushed out from the fine hole at the end of the prosthesis. The unimaginable huge thrust swelled heavily with the iron fist.

The blue veins on Baron Strack's face suddenly rose, especially the veins entrenched around the broken right eye, which showed purple spider web patterns, making people wonder whether his eyes would burst out in the next second.

In contrast, the iron fist was getting faster and faster, the air was squeezed and torn apart, and even the reflection of the moonlight projected on its steel surface began to be distorted and blurred.

It is too light to destroy the body, and it is not enough to describe it.

In the dark eye holes of the hockey hole, Strack's jumping high had already covered the sky.

Li Ang bent his knees slightly, held the handle of the axe tightly, and swung an arc of cold light from bottom to top.

So, the axe blade hit the steel head-on.

Zheng~

The sound of gold and iron intertwined was not pleasant. Suddenly, the sharp edge of the axe blade shattered, the iron filings splashed, the wooden axe handle began to bend, Li Ang's soles of his feet fell into the ground a little inch, and his arms were as chaotic as dry pine moss.

After all, he blocked the punch.

Baron Strack's Satan's claws were embedded with a shallow dent, and the exhaust hole slot at the rear end was overwhelmed and screamed hoarsely. The whole robotic arm seemed to hit a lonely wall, and even his broken shoulder, which had been rusted and numb for decades, was severely painful.

He looked at Li Ang's pale mask in disbelief, but immediately smiled and punched again.

Satan's Claw is a masterpiece of Hydra's scientific research department. It is expensive and the mere steam boost is just one of its functions.

The entire steel prosthesis suddenly expanded, and dozens of cracks split from the middle end of the radius and ulna, gushing out the boiling and noisy blue flames, and condensed and closed in the front section, like a giant welding gun, and blasted straight towards Li Ang.

Before the contact was made, the hot and high temperature had already distorted the surrounding air. Li Ang took several steps and was forced to the edge of the rooftop.

Baron Strak's flame razor is not very exquisite, it is nothing more than sweep, chop, pluck, slash, sweep, sweep, slash, and burst. However, with the extreme high temperature of fusing steel, Li Ang kept dodging.

It was at this moment that Baron Strak shouted in his heart, and Satan's claws suddenly split into two petals with the central axis, and the two blade fans were mixed with fierce flames, and they were trying to cut Li Ang into two sections in half.

Li Ang had no choice but to retreat, stepped on the steps along the rooftop, and most of his body was hanging in the air.

He was about to fall from a high building and fell into a pool of meat, but the tip of the fire axe blade in his hand had hooked the iron guardrail, and then the falling momentum suddenly swung, swinging himself back to the rooftop lightly and quickly.

Before he could land, Li Ang flipped his palm and hid the M9 bayonet in his palm. It was as fast as lightning, and pierced into the jet groove that released the blue flames along the exposed gap of Satan's claws.

The gas flame was blocked from its outflow, slightly weakening the fire. Taking advantage of the brief break of the robotic arm's self-test, Li Ang had already punched Strak's head.

Dong!

Satan's claws barely blocked in front of him. With the dull collision sound, the alloy arm guard of the prosthetic limb was deeply concave, and a vague fist mark was produced.

Under the pale mask embellished with plum blossom blood, Li Ang's eyes were not warm at all. He lifted his knee and kicked it, jumped up and hit Baron Strak's chest.

In an instant, the diaphragm ruptured, and the pleural effusion penetrated and leaked out. I don’t know how many ribs were broken!

Without waiting for Baron Strak to retreat, Leon threw the fire axe into the sky without waiting for Baron Strak to get hurt. He strangled the other party's neck without caring about the trembling and cracking palm. Then he rushed forward and bowed down, smashed Strak's head to the ground, and plowed a long gully out of the concrete.

Baron Strack's chest was sunken, and turbid blood was gushing out of his mouth, his pupils were dilated,

Li Ang stepped on the enemy's chest, waved his arms and raised his palms, until now, the fire axe drew an arc in the air and fell back into his hand accurately and lightly.

Under the cold moonlight, he swung his sharp axe and chopped Strack's steel prosthesis shoulder-to-shoulder.

Red blood and sticky electrolyte gushed out from the wound on his shoulder, blending with the dust and sand. Baron Strack bowed like a cooked red shrimp and howled in pain.

"Your head is bright and round, it's a pity not to change jobs and become a bald donkey."

Leon used his axe blade to pull Baron Strak's hideous and terrifying distorted face, and said indifferently: "Tell me now, your name."

"Haha," Strack smiled bitterly and spat out a mouthful of blood. "No matter who you are, you are dead. My organization will find you out at all costs, like pulling radish and bringing out the soil, and destroying them with the people you cherish."

"Well, I heard too much about this incompetent fury and the whine of the defeated dog. I had calluses in my ears." Li Ang shook his head and sighed: "I'll kill one, I'll kill one, I'll kill one, I'll kill one, I'll kill one, I'll crush them all, until the heads roll and blood flows. You can kill them without killing them."

Baron Strack was silent. He could feel the indifferent attitude contained in the other party's plain words. No matter how many lives there were, in his eyes, they looked like an ordinary number without texture, no matter how different they were.

The sound of the blades rotating from afar, a sightseeing helicopter hovered over the rooftop and dropped a rope from the cabin.

The penguin man who had been hiding in the corner just now looked happy, and his huge body rushed forward with an unimaginable agility, trying to grab the rope.

However, Li Ang's movements were faster than him, throwing an axe, and the axe blade was deeply drilled into the ground in front of the penguin.

"Don't kill me,"

Penguin said like a bamboo tube pouring bean: "This bald man is named Strak, and he belongs to a huge organization called Hydra. Its predecessor was the Nazi remnant party left behind in World War II. You need someone to deal with the beginning and end for you to cover up the large-scale murders here. Even if you are, you definitely don't want Gotham to be full of Hydra agents, which makes the city full of storms, right?"
Chapter completed!