Death Knives, a world-famous super villain in DC, is the mortal enemy of the young Titan in the original comic. His real name is Sred Wilson, an international terrorist, known by people in the world as "the best mercenary in the world". The image of Death Knives was born as a failed product of a genetic modification project. The physical transformation gives him physical abilities far beyond ordinary people, and has the ability to heal himself that can match Wolverine. In addition, it is said that genetic modification makes his brain development rate as high as 90%, which gives him extraordinary thinking ability and becomes the best tactical master on the earth.

What? His ability doesn't sound very strong, he's just a mercenary who can handle a little bit? Then list the achievements of this guy in the original work - he defeated the young Titans by himself, defeated Batman by hand, and defeated several members of the Justice League with extraordinary tactical thinking.

In short, it means that this is a pretty terrible opponent.

However, another point that needs to be mentioned is that he can't fly.

Yes, he couldn't fly, and at this moment he was about to lie on the shell of the bat fighter like a big bird. The sharp sword flashing cold light penetrated 40mm of bulletproof glass under his powerful arm strength.

Dick was shocked, and two bat darts flicked their hands and swung them towards the two-colored face at the broken mouth of the windshield. But Death Knell seemed to have just waved his hand gently, and both darts were taken into his hands.

Dick untied his seat belt, held a bat dart in his right hand, and used it as a dagger to cut through the dark arc and slashed the cheeks of the death knives. The silver sword was pulled out of the plane, and the sword light flashed like a flower, and the bat dart and the sword blade "sharp" sparked. Dick felt the tiger's mouth shake violently, and the dart immediately came out, flying like a bird with folded wings into the endless night.

The tip of the sword in Death Killer's hand turned, like a silver wind sweeping around. Dick raised his arm and blocked it, and dazzling sparks burst out between the metal gloves of the Black Knight and the cold blade.

Batman's gloves looked unusual in material, and seemed to be able to withstand the blade of the long sword, but Dick's power was obviously not the same as death knell. He gritted his teeth in pain, his forearm was pressed almost to his shoulders, and his throat made a vague moan in the hurricane.

Although Eric saw it in the back seat, he could not do anything. He felt that he had never been so eager for the power to fight, but at this critical moment, there was no movement in Yamozhu's armor at all.

"Your employer... actually chose to hire you to solve me." Dick tried his best to squeeze out this sentence from his teeth, "Since you need to collect money and eliminate disasters... it seems that your employer has already made a desperate bet..."

Death Killer reached in with his left hand like lightning, and he grabbed Dick's neck and pulled him out of the cabin. Only then did Dick see clearly that Death Killer, who was standing on the cabin, was twice as tall as usual, and his arms were as strong as a tree trunk.

"So that's it..." Dick, who was almost suffocated by his throat, said hard, "You used that kind of medicine, did you?"

"I didn't charge a penny, Batman." Death Knell sneered, "No one on Earth can afford to buy your life. Killing you is a reward for giving me this extraordinary drug, and it is also a glorious mission I voluntarily carry out."

As he said that, his sword was raised high, and the snow-white blade reflected a bright cold light.

Eric had untied his seat belt at this stall and touched the front seat. He pinched the joystick and slammed in one direction like the driver was making a sharp turn.

In an instant, the fighter plane turned around, like a naughty and clever bird.

Before the death knives sword could fall, its body was involuntarily pulled down by gravity. Of course, gravity was treated equally, and Eric and Dick were no exception. The three of them fell rapidly from nearly four thousand feet of the air together.

"You're lucky, Batman!"

The death knelled in the wind, and the sound gradually became less and less and less by the wind, and gradually became farther and farther away from the two of them.

The feeling of weightlessness was like a hand holding the heart, and the heartbeat was almost bursting out. Eric felt the wind whip hard on his face again and again, and his eyes were spinning.

This is much more exciting than riding a roller coaster.

Dick grabbed him from behind, and his cloak spread out "hula" like a huge bat wing. They were slowing down, but it wasn't enough, getting closer and closer to the ground, and it seemed unlikely to land safely at the current speed.

But I have never heard of Batman jumping from high altitude and being killed, right? Isn't it possible to set a precedent today?

Dick did not disappoint him. When he was about twenty meters above the ground, he fired a hook and shot an ancient tree. The hook and rope wrapped around an ancient tree branch that seemed to require three people to hug each other, and dragged the two of them out like a swing.

In the end, the ancient tree was still quite powerful, and the branches were not broken by the weight of the two, and they all fell to the land dangerously.

A dense jungle, surrounded by bare tree trunks, surrounded by a short and old bungalow.

The death knell attacked here, causing them to fall to this point - just in front of a small house deep in the dense forest. Is this a coincidence?

The two looked at each other and walked towards the old house tacitly.

The door was not locked—or it was no longer locked at all. When Dick pushed it away, he seemed like a centimeter of dust was scattered on the top of his head. A row of photo frames hung on the stone walls on both sides of the dilapidated corridor, but the photos had been taken away, leaving only a shattered glass frame.

At the end of the corridor was an empty large room, with incandescent lamps hanging from the ceiling cracked halfway and the roof was covered with spider webs. Every step they took, the old floor would squeak and protest, and the wind whistled through the broken windows and made a "whistle" ghost cry.

Eric suddenly felt dizzy, as if he hadn't closed his eyes all night - wait, he seemed to be about to close his eyes all night. He rubbed his eyes and looked around to find something that could divert his attention and cheer him up.

After a casual sweep, he saw the flashing shadows projecting through the broken windows on the floor.

It took him about half a second to confirm that it was not an illusion of excessive fatigue, but a ball of black and dirty things silently approached Dick from behind. It raised its demonic claws, like an executioner preparing to take the knife.

He noticed that Dick's condition seemed to be as normal as him, and he could not detect the danger of approaching behind him.

"Batman!"

While shouting a reminder, he stepped up and tried to knock Dick down.

He felt pain, like the kind of syringe pierced into the flesh.

He turned his head to look at the sneak attacker and saw a ragged and twisted face, like a person's head with a cheap sack and a dark orange glow in his eyes.
Chapter completed!