Chapter 159 The death knell tolls for you

"Plop~"

There was no surprise, no doubt. Clark, who immediately rushed to the battlefield and was knocked to the ground, fell down in embarrassment. His brown jacket was smashed into the dust. The dust paved the road and the brown dirt could not cover up the swollen and purple circles under his eyes.

The bridge of his nose was broken, there were two blood stains hanging from the nostrils, and his red and swollen cheeks proved that the big boy had just suffered a brutal beating.

After losing the power he was proud of, Clark discovered that the gap between his fighting skills, speed, and even reaction ability compared with that of the mercenary wearing a mask was like a Pacific Ocean.

"Qiang!"

The blade was unsheathed and grazed the boy's cheek. The smooth blade rubbed the right side of Clark's face red, and the blade stabbed into the grass with a roar.

A sense of danger of death rushed over his face, making Clark unable to hold his breath.

Not far away, Holly, who was putting on Kayla's clothes, shouted to Clark: "Kid, I admire your courage."

Just a minute ago, Clark suddenly rushed out with terrifying momentum, charging straight towards Deathstroke like a bull charging wild beast. For a time, Deathstroke even mistakenly thought that this man could also transform into a giant wolf or a giant lion.

However, it was not until after the fight that Deathstroke realized that this opponent was pitifully weak.

Deathstroke stared at Clark expressionlessly and said his final warning: "Kid, if you get in the way again, I'll kill you."

As an emotionless mercenary. The reason why he beat Clark violently instead of killing him was entirely because his son was also a high school student, almost the same age as Clark.

Deathstroke is not a machine. He also has emotions, but his patience also has limits. If this kid dares to get in the way again, Deathstroke will kill him without hesitation.

Pulling out the blade and picking up some weeds and soil, Deathstroke ignored Clark who was stunned in place, turned around and walked towards the off-road vehicle with Holly.

Clark saw.

He saw Keira who was unconscious and weak and covered in blood.

He saw the girl's black jacket making a rustling sound as it rubbed against the road, and some black and red blood made long scratches along the asphalt road.

The pale skin and bluish face all proved that if she did not receive effective treatment, the girl would die here.

What should I do?

Clark asked himself.

Should he stop it? It depends on his incapacitated self.

Countless chaotic thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant, until the teachings of my adoptive father Jonathan flashed in my mind: "Be the person you want to be!"

With strong will, Clark slowly stood up. Even though his legs were shaking and his face was covered with blood, Clark still forced himself to stand upright. There was a turbid air brewing in his chest. The boy opened his mouth wide and roared: "Put her down." !”

"If you want to take Keira away, just step over my body!"

With a firm gaze and clenched fists, Clark charged towards Deathstroke without fear.

Then

"Bang!"

The bullet accurately tore through the calves of his calves, and a numbing sensation came over him, as if he had lost all feeling in his calves. Clark fell to the road in an unsightly dog-gnawing posture, and his teeth hit the concrete roadside. The intense pain immediately made his eyes bleed. Tears.

Deathstroke shook his head, put away the pistol with the smoking tip, and turned his head without forgetting to taunt Clark: "Lie there honestly, kid, maybe you need to find another girl to have a crush on."

"Don't go!"

Grasping the cement road with both hands, Clark gritted his teeth and crawled toward the death knell.

"Tsk."

Finally irritated and fed up by Clark's dog-skin-like behavior, Deathstroke sighed, and raised his gun in melancholy.

Holly gloated: "Well, it seems that the death knell will toll for you today."

Hold the gun handle without aiming and pull the trigger.

The whistling bullet rolled up spiral waves in the air, flying towards Clark's forehead like a slow-motion movie.

And it’s not hard to predict what will happen next.

A boy who loses his ability will be pierced through the forehead by a 300-meter/second warhead, his brain will be shattered, and he will become a corpse.

"boom!"

The warhead suddenly exploded less than a person away from Clark, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

The warhead splashed and exploded, and metal debris that lost kinetic energy fell to the ground.

A pair of white sneakers lightly stepped over the debris.

Everything in the world, space and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Fallen leaves falling in mid-air and frozen,

Clark, lying on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face,

The death knell with a look of regret in his eyes,

All of this interweaves a picture of violence and fighting on the road.

"well."

A faint sigh passed through the surroundings.

The next moment, it was like throwing stones into the calm lake.

The leaves withered and fell, Clark closed his eyes and waited for death, the death knell sounded like a powerful enemy.

Time resumes its flow.

"Ki-Kino?"

Clark looked at the tall figure standing in front of him.

No matter how many times he looked up at this background, Clark would feel a sense of peace and tranquility in his heart.

It seems that as long as this young man is around, all the problems in the world are just like dust scattered in the wind.

"Clark."

The boy with dazzling blond hair turned his back to Clark and smiled and shook his head: "I just asked you to get a spaceship, but you almost lost your life."

"Too stupid."

"I" Clark smiled bitterly, and just as he was about to say something, Gino had already set his sights on Deathstroke.

At this moment, Deathstroke had unknowingly pulled out the two swords behind him, his one-eyed eyes filled with vigilance and fear.

His body was tense, his legs were slightly bent, and he was ready to fight in the next second.

His sixth sense, his accumulated experience from thousands of battles, told him.

The mysterious young man who appeared out of thin air was extremely dangerous and terrifying.

Few people can make Deathstroke feel mortally threatened.

But he felt the bone-deep fear from this young man.

"So." Gino glanced at Deathstroke indifferently: "Injury my friend."

"How do you plan to die?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed.

"What!?" Deathstroke's pupils narrowed, and he immediately jumped on the spot to avoid the incoming fist.

"Shua!!"

Far faster than the knockdown speed was the strong and powerful fist.

With the roar of a sonic boom, it hit the death knell in the abdomen.

"Bang~"

There was a sound of tearing flesh and blood, the terrifying fist tore apart the fascia and muscles, and blood exploded, revealing its internal organs.

"Cough!" Blood spurted out from the mouth and stained the mask red. Like garbage thrown from a high place, the orange figure flew out upside down, hit the concrete floor hard and then bounced and rolled like a rubber ball.

Suffering from the severe pain in his abdomen and ignoring the organs and tissues flying out of his abdominal cavity, Deathstroke plunged his knife into the earth, relying on the resistance of the earth until he flew dozens of meters upside down and stopped.

"Whoosh, whoosh."

Holding the disc-like vague wound on his abdomen, the body's self-healing factor began to work crazily. The missing organs in the wound began to grow slowly, and with it, the violent and crazy emotions gradually rose in the one eye.

"Hoho~" The roar squeezed out from between the teeth was horrifying, and Deathstroke's eyes were locked in the direction of Gino.

Throwing away the long knife and letting blood splatter from the wound, he rushed towards the young man with his hands and feet like a hyena.

Check the information: The speed of pistol bullets is 300-450 meters per second.

Rifle is 700-900 meters per second,

Sniper rifle 800-1000 meters per second.