I become light in American comics

"Da da da--"

There was a burst of gunfire, accompanied by panicked cries. The thick curtain of smoke bombs swallowed up the entire building under construction, accompanied by bursts of cracking bones and howling ghosts.

It was Batman at work, another ordinary night in Gotham City.

Recently, a new guy named Black Mask has appeared in Gotham, the gang leader, and he has formed a decent new force. That night he seemed to have made a bomb that was said to be able to blow up three streets. After breaking a bunch of bones and rummaging through half the city, Batman finally found the location of the countermeasure device.

He passed five levels and defeated six generals to break into the building under construction, and defeated all Black Mask's subordinates. He was only one step away from the countermeasure device and hit the last obstacle.

"Death Knell." Batman narrowed his eyes and said solemnly.

It was a guy wearing a two-color mask made of black and gold, with streamers flying gracefully behind him. He is tall and tall, and is fully armed in combat armor. From the long knife on his back to the dagger on his waist, the bullet belt wrapped around his body and the firearms all over his body, he is almost a walking arsenal.

Deathstroke, a super soldier with super regenerative powers, is the best killer in the world.

Although he agreed to join Luther's small group, it did not hinder his private work. He was working for Black Mask at the moment.

"You want this, bat?" Deathstroke shook the countermeasure device in his hand.

"Put it down, Deathstroke." Batman said coldly, "A lot of people will die, and the whole thing has nothing to do with you."

"Sorry, it has nothing to do with personal grudges. This is professional ethics. Besides, okay, there is also a bit of personal grudges."

Deathstroke slowly drew out the blade behind him and said in a cold voice.

"The last time we fought, I lost a move because of my carelessness, but it won't happen this time."

Batman said nothing, stepped forward and punched to clear the way.

time is limited. The bomb was set to detonate at a timed time, and the countermeasure device was a safety device set by the researchers who designed it, and it was also the last chance. There is only more than a minute left before the explosion, and the only way to stop it is to grab the countermeasures device before then.

Deathstroke slashed at him with a knife, but Batman blocked him with his arm armor. Sparks flew from the glove armor and Deathstroke's blade.

He punched out in succession, and within a few punches he had used several different styles of moves. But Deathstroke was also quite experienced in dealing with it. He was not confused by his dazzling and changeable punches at all. His sword skills were perfectly balanced in attack and defense, and he fought Batman back and forth with a clanging sound of metal.

But after a few rounds, Batman suddenly took the risk and stepped forward without dodging Deathstroke's sharp blade. The sharp blade hit the armor on his neck with a snap, and even the bat suit was split open by the huge force, and blood splashed out. But he ignored the injury and fought closely. His right hand came out sharply and nimbly climbed forward along Deathstroke's body like a water snake, aiming straight for the countermeasure device.

He knew very well that Deathstroke was not a second-rate guy. His fighting ability was on par with his own. Even if he wanted to win, he would have to take a hundred moves. Nothing could be done in one minute.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to sell his blood just to get the countermeasure device. As long as he could disarm the bomb, he could slowly consider how to deal with the death knell.

However, although this dangerous move successfully touched the counter-attack device, Deathstroke reacted very quickly and hit him in the chest with his backhand. Batman's breath froze, his hand involuntarily loosened, and the countermeasure device was thrown out. But when he stepped back, he instinctively flicked his leg to counterattack, and also hit Deathstroke in the lower abdomen.

The two of them stepped away, taking a brief breath, and then their eyes fell on the countermeasure device that was thrown out during the fierce battle.

At this time, the countermeasure device was rolling to the edge of the building, half of its body was hanging in the air, and the construction site was a hundred meters below.

They all glanced at the countermeasures device, then looked at each other in tacit understanding.

The next moment, they stood up almost at the same time and ran towards the countermeasure device.

However, although it seemed that they were desperately trying to grab the countermeasure device, in that electric moment just now, Batman actually had other considerations.

He knew in his heart that Deathstroke was a modified person, and his body had crossed the threshold of the mortal limit. He could not be faster than the opponent in a short distance sprint. Therefore, he deliberately pretended to be half a beat too slow to react, and deliberately dropped half his body when he started. In this way, Deathstroke's back was exposed to him defenselessly, and it was also impossible to notice him sneaking around in his cloak. Batarang.

There are twenty seconds left before the explosion.

Batarang takes action!

Batman is not only a master of martial arts, but also the top tactician on the planet. Having been associated with gods all year round, he is better at using his mind than his fists.

However, just before the dart was about to hit, Death Bell didn't even look back, but a cold light flashed behind him. Where the sword blade flashed, the batarang bounced away with a whirling sound!

There are fifteen seconds left before the explosion.

"Ha, don't think you are the only master tactician, Bat." Deathstroke sneered.

Yes, Deathstroke is also a master tactician. He knows that he is physically stronger than Batman, but Batman must also know that, so he will definitely consider means other than racing.

Always remember to think from your opponent's perspective. This is the basis of tactical thinking.

Moreover, Deathstroke's hearing is also stronger than that of ordinary people, and he can confirm the direction of the hidden weapon without turning around with the help of a wind detector. Therefore, he blocked the dart without looking back and had no impact on his sprinting speed.

"Sorry bat, I won this time!"

However, the moment he was about to reach the countermeasure device.

A death-like shadow fell from the sky, covering the location of Deathstroke.

Deathstroke's pupils shrank.

"This is."

The moment he looked up, he suddenly saw the overwhelming sneak attack in mid-air. It was the steel that was originally hanging above!

In an instant, his enhanced brain power allowed him to figure out the joints.

Batman would have predicted that he would launch a sneak attack with darts, and Batman had predicted this!

Not only that, but Batman also predicts that in order to save sprint time, Deathstroke will definitely test the wind detector to hit hidden weapons - which is also the basic skill of a master.

What Batman just used was a hidden weapon technique he had specially practiced to suppress the wind detector. He hid the second dart in the wind of the first one, which was just a cover to cover the real hidden weapon.

And the second batarang didn't attack Deathstroke, but after calculating Deathstroke's running speed, it hit the rope that hung the bundle of steel above his head just right.

With Deathstroke's physique, being hit by a batarang wouldn't have much impact. He could eat the dart and get the countermeasure device before Batman. But if it were a large bundle of steel falling from the sky, things would be completely different.

Deathstroke gritted his teeth.

My own prediction was completely predicted by this bat!

But he still has a way.

Just when he was about to be hit by the steel, Deathstroke shouted, jumped forward, and relied on his increased physical strength to slip out before the steel hit the ground. He grabbed the countermeasure device and carried it with him. The device jumped directly from a height of 100 meters!

Deathstroke jumped off the building and snatched the device. Batman had no choice but to jump off and chase after him.

There are ten seconds left before the explosion.

Batman fired his grappling gun and wrapped around Deathstroke. He pulled hard, pulled Deathstroke in front of him, and punched him in the face to hit him.

Deathstroke was in mid-air, unable to fight back. But he was quick-thinking and thrust out the counter-measure device almost without thinking, blocking Batman's punch like a shield.

Sure enough, Batman's fist stopped abruptly.

If this device were destroyed, there would be nothing left to stop the bomb.

Deathstroke took advantage of the situation to retract the device and punched Batman in the face with another punch. Batman vomited blood and retreated to an arm's length away.

"Nice tactic, Batman, but it's just a bad move." Deathstroke smiled coldly, "It looks like I won in the end."

Batman gritted his teeth.

There are five seconds left until the explosion.

However, it was only in these five seconds.

It was as if a golden beam of light from the sky pierced the night, drew a dazzling arc and flew into the battle situation where Batman and Deathstroke were both in free fall.

Like a golden bolt of lightning, it descended from the clouds and accurately hit Batman who was falling in mid-air.

Wrapped in that light was a ring.

It was put on Batman's hand without any explanation.

"Bruce Wayne from Earth, you have the ability to instill great fear in people"

The light of the lantern ring lit up the sky, and the night turned golden.

".Welcome to the Sinestro Corps!"

Deathstroke: "???"