svetikya Chapter 101 The Final Act
Chapter 101 The Final Act
Chapter 101 The Final Act (Part 3)
(I've moved the author's note to the beginning, so interested readers, please use your lucky hands to scroll to the top of the table of contents.)
Qin Wei had always wondered whether Deathstroke in this weak demon world had self-healing abilities, and if so, how those abilities manifested.
The answer is now right in front of him.
Countless shrapnel pierced the leather armor, turning the body into a sieve riddled with bloody holes. But Deathstroke's steps did not falter, and in an instant, he was in front of Qin Wei.
With a long sword in hand, he delivered a diagonal slash, the flashing blade seemingly capable of cleaving the dust-filled battlefield in two.
This strike carried a chilling killing intent. Unlike his playful banter with Freud, this time Deathstroke showed no mercy, swinging with the conviction to kill his enemy in one blow.
Unfortunately, its target was Qin Wei, a man who could instinctively defend against Talia and the fake bats' sneak attacks.
Qin Wei dodged to the side, the blade grazing his nose and severing a few fine, soft hairs.
However, his dodging ability is more like a passive skill, which is often very effective in avoiding initial attacks, but it is only vulnerable to changes in the opponent's moves. Talia also mentioned this point when she was instructing him on martial arts.
Deathstroke happened to be a martial arts master.
Seeing that his first strike missed, he twisted his wrist and changed his slash to a sweeping motion, the blade heading straight for Qin Wei's lower abdomen.
Ding!
The sparks from the scissor flashed and disappeared in the dimly lit factory.
The crisp metallic clanging sound reached Deathstroke's ears, and he frowned.
This isn't the sound of a blade cutting into flesh!
Deathstroke knew that the group was wearing bulletproof vests and deliberately increased the force of his slash, but he did not expect that Qin Wei, this cowardly guy, had added a thick steel plate to his abdomen.
It's not impossible for him to cut through a steel plate with his strength, but only if the strike is driven by the upper arm, not by a flicking motion of the wrist.
Taking advantage of the moment when the blade was stunned, Qin Wei threw out a smoke bomb.
"Machine gunner!"
Qin Wei's shout woke everyone up. Oswald was the first to get up and push over the dead Roman henchman lying on the heavy machine gun.
The machine gunners have been replaced twice, and each one was killed by Deathstroke before they could even fire a few shots.
He knew that opening fire now would undoubtedly attract Deathstroke's hatred, but there was no other way; someone had to step up at this critical juncture to cover Qin Wei's retreat.
I don't want to be some damn hero, I just want to protect my little brothers.
The moment he gripped the machine gun handle, his eyes were filled with determination. The cowardly little penguin of the past was gone, replaced by a good older brother who would go through fire and water for his friends.
"Wei, I'll always be your boss!"
Seeing this, Royce and Selena instinctively grabbed their rifles and fired into the smoke, providing cover fire for Oswald.
As Qin Wei pulled the two of them off the building, the Gatling gun's rotor had already warmed up.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!
A devastating shower of meteorites poured down on the third floor, and 7.62mm armor-piercing bullets tore through the flimsy iron curtain wall, blasting a horrifying hole in the steel columns supporting the factory building.
The entire abandoned car factory trembled amidst the roar of machine guns, and the factory emitted a huge wailing sound as the steel columns of the buildings broke, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
Despite his self-healing abilities, Deathstroke was forced to abandon the pursuit under overwhelming firepower. He stretched out his long arms and used the railings of the building to climb and leap continuously.
Although the heavy machine guns were impressive, they were useless if they couldn't hit their targets, and the scales of victory seemed to have tipped completely in favor of death.
But is that really the case?
It seemed that Qin Wei's side had revealed all their trump cards, but in reality, their biggest trump card was still hidden behind—in order to avoid accidentally harming their comrades, the tripwire minefield was set up on the fourth floor of the factory.
Oswald maneuvered the machine gun, systematically driving the death knell toward the fourth floor.
He was indeed infected.
Just as Slade jumped up to the fourth floor by climbing the railing, his toes caught on a hidden wire.
boom!
As a grenade was triggered, the pins of more than ten grenades popped up, and a series of explosions lit up the entire factory.
"Oh no!"
This version of Slade had never experienced the baptism of the Teen Titans, and this defeat became his most humiliating experience.
Although he managed to lie down in time, the rain of shrapnel still relentlessly pierced through his body.
The Death Knell was blown into a sieve, its charred body spurting blood from head to toe.
Fortunately, he covered his face in time; otherwise, the explosion would have taken away his other eye.
"It's okay if you're better prepared than I expected; I like to take my opponents seriously!"
His throat was severed, and his trachea was filled with blood. Slade's ripping, ferocious laughter bubbled and gurgled, perhaps only he could understand it, but that did not hinder the rising murderous intent within him.
Pulling Winchester out from behind, the first person he wanted to kill was Oswald, who had driven him to the brink of despair.
The machine guns stopped roaring.
It wasn't because the little penguin had a change of heart, but because both ammunition belts had run out of ammunition, and Oswald had just dragged over another ammunition belt, stepping on the shell casings scattered on the ground.
A sniper shot from the shadows followed closely.
Although Reus and Selena maintained their output during the firepower gaps, Deathstroke was determined to kill and was determined to take down the target even while enduring heavy fire.
boom!
The first shot was aimed at the head, but at the last second, Reus leaped down and tackled him.
But Oswald wasn't so lucky with the second shot.
boom!
A burst of blood suddenly bloomed, the flying flesh and bone fragments mixed together. The bullet pierced through the relatively weak joint connection of the bulletproof vest, blasting a bloody hole in his knee.
Oswald fell so hastily.
"Os!!!"
In that instant, the world in Oswald's eyes seemed to be slowed down.
As if he were on top of a crumbling skyscraper, his vision blurred, and in a daze, he touched his wound.
All he saw was his hands covered in blood.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Wei also ran up to him, but instead of checking his injuries, the other party tossed something to Selena beside him.
Oswald felt as if he had been stuffed into some kind of enclosed space, and then he lost consciousness.
Just as Qin Wei landed with the wounded soldier in his arms, he witnessed Os being knocked down.
Throughout the entire process, he maintained a cold-blooded composure.
Aside from that one tearful cry that betrayed his inner panic, he handled every step afterward with remarkable composure.
He tied a cord close to the heart to stop the bleeding, handed the Batmobile keys to Selena, and covered for Royce to lift the little penguin into the car.
He didn't even glance at Oswald once throughout the entire process.
He knew that crying and wailing were pointless; every second wasted in mourning meant more danger for the little penguin, and could even put everyone in peril.
Oswald must have thought the same thing; he may have already prepared for the worst when he climbed onto the machine gun.
We cannot let his sacrifice be in vain.
Of course, if the little penguin knew what Qin Wei was thinking, it would definitely jump up from its sickbed and slap him twice: "Don't curse me, I'm not fucking dead yet!"
"These two are yours to take care of. Take them with you!"
Entrusting Floyd and Jason to Royce, Qin Wei walked into the warehouse without looking back.
"Boss, you should come too," Royce advised.
"We finally managed to create a stun, wouldn't it be a waste to just leave like this? I bet that's what you're thinking too, right? You severely injured us, you don't want to let me go so easily, do you, Slade!"
Qin Wei's provocation clearly reached the ears of Deathstroke, who was resting and recovering in the shadows.
As he removed the shrapnel from his body, he lowered his head and chuckled.
"You should listen to me. Running away is shameful, but it is indeed the most effective way."
"And then you hunt them down one by one? Slade! To be honest, I actually quite like you. Who wouldn't want to be a free and unrestrained mercenary?"
"Young man, what's your name?"
"Wei".
Qin Wei narrowed his eyes and reached for the hook lock button on his waist.
By coaxing the other party into talking, he had already figured out where Deathstroke was hiding.