Hiding in the sand, splitting into many places, starting with Arkham

A heavy truck weighing over twenty tons was being driven towards Shimizu by a Falcone zealot.

Even the pneumatics of the Black Gold armor, upgraded as they were, absolutely couldn't withstand that level of kinetic energy.

Shimizu had no choice but to raise his left hand and launch the second rocket.

"Boom!"

The explosion on the lower left side of the truck's front not only stunned the driver inside but also instantly detonated the tire below.

Losing balance, the heavy truck body overturned, crushing a row of sedans, and came to a stop not far in front of Shimizu due to inertia.

Just as Shimizu breathed a sigh of relief, the truck's cargo compartment suddenly exploded.

It was loaded with high explosives!

The scorching blast wave surged out, and the violent shockwave generated by the explosion forced even Black Gold to take two steps back.

Several grenades, bundled together, were thrown by burly men towards Shimizu's surroundings.

"Damn it! Will this ever end!"

Shimizu cursed and didn't hesitate any longer.

The pneumatic system reversed, the valves opened, and all the compressed gas hidden within the rubber bladder cylinders erupted at that moment, propelling Shimizu more than ten meters into the sky.

In the distance, Deathstroke muttered a regretful curse.

Shimizu's move had disrupted his carefully laid plan; otherwise, Shimizu would have already stepped into the trap of several anti-tank mines.

However, tactical masters like Deathstroke and Batman always have a Plan B.

A bullet made of promethium metal was slowly loaded.

Promethium metal is one of DC's ten metals, similar in function to Marvel's Vibranium. It is extremely strong and has the properties of absorbing and storing energy, and it is also a memory metal with a certain degree of self-recovery ability.

Deathstroke's main battle armor is made primarily of promethium metal.

Shimizu, hidden within Black Gold's thick metallic arm, took the opportunity to form a hand seal.

"Wind Release: Air Current Wild Dance!"

The only simple Wind Release ninjutsu he could perform with a single hand seal.

A small whirlwind arose, roughly controlling the direction of the wind, and the Peregrine darts opened, transforming into a glider, causing Black Gold to pause after reaching its highest point.

"Bang!"

The bullet grazed the side of Black Gold's head.

The Peregrine's gliding caused Deathstroke to misjudge Black Gold's trajectory, and also allowed Shimizu to spot the person who had turned the battle into this.

"Deathstroke?"

Shimizu frowned, manipulating the Peregrine in coordination with the Wind Release, dodging the bullets from below in the air, while simultaneously changing direction, flying towards Deathstroke's location.

Deathstroke silently picked up a rocket launcher from his side.

Shimizu's lips twitched as he watched the missile, dragging a tail of flame, launch towards him, and he made a gesture similar to Superman's flight.

The modified Black Gold arm had four built-in small rockets with high explosives; having used two just now, there were still two left.

The computational aid chip purchased from Quinn Industries began to calculate, accurately locking onto the trajectory of the missile.

"Boom!"

The flames exploded in the air, turning into fireworks.

Black Gold was like a raptor, retracting its glider at the last moment of its descent, accelerating its fall, and using gravity to build momentum, kicking towards Deathstroke with both feet.

Deathstroke held his longsword in front of him, blocking this powerful blow, retreating backward, and throwing the half-bent longsword.

Elastic potential energy transformed into mechanical energy, creating brilliant sparks on Black Gold's thick chest, and then bounced back in a bizarre trajectory, caught by Deathstroke in his hand.

"I want to know, how much money did Falcone spend to hire you?"

"Not a small amount, two hundred and fifty million dollars."

Deathstroke tilted his head to the left and right, loosening his muscles, and held his sword, adopting a fighting stance towards Shimizu.

The previous tactical arrangements, as well as that strike with the longsword, had allowed Deathstroke to roughly figure out Black Gold's defensive capabilities.

As long as he avoided the thicker areas of the protective layer and repeatedly struck the relatively weaker areas of the armor, such as the joints, Deathstroke was confident that he could rely on his physical strength and the promethium alloy sword to attack Shimizu's main body or damage some of the internal structure of the armor.

"Too bad, I don't think you'll be able to get that money."

A pneumatic punch smashed towards Deathstroke.

"I don't think so."

Deathstroke's voice, through his mask, was hoarse like a demon's.

With a nimble turn and jump, he avoided the pneumatic punch, while his body crouched low, the promethium alloy longsword slashing horizontally, directly at Black Gold's leg joint.

Shimizu's finger moved a chakra thread, and Black Gold's leg pneumatic system immediately reversed, pushing the mechanical rod, changing direction under the action of the lever, and with the chakra thread's manipulation, causing Black Gold's massive body to nimbly invert one hundred and eighty degrees in mid-air, avoiding Deathstroke's attack while simultaneously slamming down with one foot.

Without a single mistake, one hand, one hair, one content, one at a time, look carefully!

However, with Deathstroke's agility, he had already somersaulted away, his body flying horizontally in mid-air, trying to leap to Black Gold's back.

"Clang! ~"

The pneumatic system at Black Gold's arm position was activated again, elbowing backward, colliding with the alloy sword.

"This is getting a little troublesome…"

Deathstroke could be considered the first tricky enemy Shimizu had encountered since his incarnation descended into the DC world.

Whether it was the tactical arrangements made before or during the fight, they all made Shimizu feel uncomfortable.

Agility and strength surpassing normal humans, a promethium metal armor that was almost indestructible by all conventional attacks, master-level combat skills, god-like accuracy with firearms, and a body full of weapons, truly made Shimizu feel threatened.

On the other side.

When Two-Face saw that the person who had killed several of his men was Deathstroke, he was worried for a moment.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree; as the world's strongest mercenary, Deathstroke was an existence who could go toe-to-toe with Batman, and without Batman's no-kill rule, how he handled things after taking the money depended on whether he felt like it; even superhuman existences, Deathstroke had killed before.

Now seeing that Shimizu could at least hold off Deathstroke, and even seemed to not be at a disadvantage, Harvey Dent finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After a round of counting, Harvey Dent still had seven Titan-enhanced humans on hand.

Apart from the one who was blown up by Shimizu's rocket, half of them had been killed by Deathstroke.

"That's enough!"

Harvey Dent took out a cigar and took a deep puff.

Before the white smoke came out of his nose, part of it floated out of his leaky half-mouth.

"Pass down the order, everyone, focus fire and take down Carmine first!"

At the same time, above the church in the distance.

A bat's shadow leaped from the rooftop, silently passing over the skyscrapers.