Moreover, in his opinion, these two were far from qualified.
Unless Batman was involved, he might look at the other party with a bit of respect.
However, unfortunately, he heard that Batman had already died.
"Support work?"
When Nightwing was in Gotham, he had dealt with Deathstroke before and didn't have a good impression of him. Hearing the other party mock him, he sneered and said, "I hope you don't run away in a panic again."
He was referring to the last time Batman tracked Deathstroke due to a murder case, and Batman ended up beating the other party until he fled in disarray.
Their relationship was one of mutual dislike; although Deathstroke had suffered many losses at Batman's hands, his win rate against Nightwing was surprisingly high.
He always tormented Nightwing and the others until they were miserable.
What Nightwing didn't know was that the Teen Titans he would form in the future would also continue to be tormented by Deathstroke.
This mercenary with rich combat experience always managed to give Nightwing and the others a hard time.
Now, although the two were comrades, it was clear that their relationship had not improved.
"Watch your mouth, rookie! You can't always live under Batman's protection."
"Hmm, so I can take that as you threatening me? And the kind of threat that comes after you've become angry and embarrassed?"
Nightwing immediately retorted impolitely.
"Not a threat, but a concerned greeting. Watch your head!"
Deathstroke's hoarse voice came from inside his helmet as he spoke to Nightwing.
"I'm looking forward to it. I hope you're not just talking big this time."
As they spoke, the two had already entered the central area of the prison. Soldiers responsible for guarding immediately rushed towards the three.
Deathstroke did not continue to entangle with Nightwing but instead took out his Cloud Stick from behind. With just a twist and a press, the originally retracted short stick automatically extended a large section from both ends, holding it steadily in his hand.
Assuming an attacking stance, Deathstroke aimed it at the rushing soldiers from afar.
This was Deathstroke's beloved weapon, the Cloud Stick. Its two ends were equipped with powerful electric shocks and tranquilizer darts. Often, employers preferred Deathstroke to capture targets alive and bring them back for the employers to toy with themselves.
Thump thump thump!
Deathstroke did not directly rush towards the soldiers. He jumped onto a nearby elevated platform, running along the high platform made of containers.
It seemed he was preparing to launch an attack from the high platform.
The platform was several meters high, with obstacles in between, and the distance between platforms was five or six meters, but Deathstroke ran as fast as the wind.
Even the fastest parkour practitioners in the world couldn't match his sharp and swift movements.
The soldiers saw Deathstroke running like lightning and immediately fired bullets from their firearms.
Bang!
A bullet grazed Deathstroke's body, making a whistling sound in the air.
Seeing Deathstroke dodge the bullet, the remaining soldiers also had their attention drawn to him and immediately opened fire.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets formed a dense metal barrage, but Deathstroke always narrowly dodged the fatal damage.
Whoosh—!
Deathstroke rolled 180 degrees in mid-air, flipping down from the high platform. The moment he crossed paths with the nearest soldier, he swung his Cloud Stick, striking directly at the opponent.
The slender yet powerfully lethal Cloud Stick cut through the air at high speed, making a sound like air exploding.
With all his muscles, even the Cloud Stick propelled by his mid-air sideways flip, struck the soldier's arm with a thud, slamming him to the ground.
With a thud, the soldier he struck immediately fell to the ground, grunted, and passed out.
Another soldier holding a firearm, before he could react, Deathstroke, carrying his Cloud Stick, descended from above.
"Ah!"
All his strength concentrated on the Cloud Stick, Deathstroke wielded the Cloud Stick in his right hand, swinging it at the stunned soldier.
With a bang, the soldier was sent flying.
A soldier rushed up and grabbed Deathstroke, trying to restrain him, but Deathstroke used the wrestling technique of "inside tie-up"!
The so-called "inside tie-up" is a countermeasure taken when the opponent grabs your shoulder or holds your collar with both hands. Due to insufficient strength or inability to break free from the opponent's two hands, one can use shoulder movements to bring both hands to the inside of the opponent's two arms.
After getting the inside tie-up, Deathstroke's hands were free, allowing him to grab the opponent's head.
A headbutt made the opponent see stars.
Green Arrow, who was nearby, was surprised by Deathstroke's demonstrated combat power, but he quickly reacted and immediately fired an arrow from his hand.
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