The Death Knell

Su Ming himself actually locked onto the enemy earlier than the nun. After all, no matter how much the assassin changed his sniping position, Deathstroke still found the movement pattern after firing several shots.

If you want to hide and seek with the master tactician in the ruins of the city, Batman and his little cousin may be able to do it, but a Death Cult assassin is not that capable.

The fallen death knell blocked an air passage, which was actually a ruined rooftop. The assassin relied on constantly moving between such commanding heights to change positions.

As expected, a naked woman ran towards her. The only piece of clothing on her body was a black belt two fingers wide.

Bathing in blood was a way for them to sacrifice to the emperor. It would be inconvenient to bathe while wearing clothes.

In order to maintain flexibility and not be able to wear heavy armor, I might as well wear nothing at all. The only belt on my body is still used to fix the double swords, otherwise I probably wouldn't even wear them.

Despite this, she didn't seem to feel the danger in the ruins of the city surrounded by enemies. She held a heavy sniper rifle more than two meters long in both hands, and a civet-like figure flashed on the rooftops everywhere.

However, when Su Ming suddenly appeared from the darkness and blocked the woman, she was obviously stunned for a moment. She must have never encountered such a thing. The people around the assassination target seemed to have teleported in front of them.

General Death Cult assassins prefer close-combat assassinations because they can bathe in blood as much as they want, while those who use sniper rifles are often master assassins. They know exactly where to hit a person's life, but will not cause a lot of blood loss immediately.

Kill people, rush to the target, and enjoy it before the blood is flowing all over the floor.

"You have a good figure, almost as light as an Eldar." Su Ming showed a smile of "You are so sexy" and said to the woman standing on the stone pillar in the ruins.

The other party stuck out his long tongue and licked his lips, twisted his waist, and dropped the gun in his hand: "I also like your skin. It looks very clean. Maybe I can peel it off and make a new belt."

She spoke low Gothic, her tone full of charm, but her eyes were as cold as snakes, giving people a chilling feeling on the back.

"Don't rush into action now. I want to ask you, is there any judge coming with you?"

Su Ming didn't even take out his weapon, but took off the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it, then narrowed his eyes and looked at her through the smoke.

The assassin didn't answer. The moment Deathstroke flicked out the ash, she took off the double knives from her waist like magic, then jumped in the air and did a forward somersault, slashing towards him.

The Death Cult's powered twin swords are a strange weapon. It's too long to be called a dagger, but it has two edges if it's called a sword. It's not entirely correct to call it a sword because it has a very large arc.

It is said that generations of 'Assassins' have developed this strange weapon through calculation and practical experience, which can cause maximum damage to the human body with the minimum number of attacks.

Her black hair, tied into a sky-high ponytail, drew an arc in the air. The assassin's two weapons attacked Deathstroke's eyes and heart respectively. She also used her long legs and butt to cover the direction of the weapon, trying to confuse Enemy sight.

"Why can't you understand what I'm talking to you?"

However, even though her attacks were ever-changing, and the skills that had been passed down for thousands of years within the organization were not lost at all, she was still slapped down in mid-air and embedded in the ruins of the street like a swatted fly.

She was lying among the ruins and rubbish, feeling the numbness coming from up and down her body in a daze, and then she heard the man's words.

Su Ming put the cigarette back into his mouth, looked at the nearby greenskins rushing towards here, and jumped off the rooftop.

He walked up to her, pushed the woman to turn over with his feet, and said coldly: "No need to struggle, I just hit you in the back of the neck with a clever force, and now your spine above the chest is all out of joint. The nerves are severely damaged. In the words of tens of thousands of years ago, it is a high paraplegia. Now answer my question."

"For, the Emperor!"

The assassin could only move one finger, but she still tried to grab the weapons scattered in the distance, and shouted slogans at Su Ming viciously.

"You make me look like a bad person. In fact, we are all for the good of the emperor." Su Ming squatted down and stretched out his fingers to wipe the blood flowing from her mouth: "But it's my fault, I've never seen this before. After passing the Death Cult assassin, it is inevitable to be a little curious. In fact, it is more convenient to read the memory directly from your brain. However, I still have some use for your body. Now I have to remove your vocal cords. It will be a bit painful, but The universe will never forget your sacrifice.”

As he spoke, he opened the assassin's mouth with a smile, and the black tentacles transformed from the strangulation flowed in instantly.

The female assassin made a sound of painful retching, her eyes rolled upward, revealing bloodshot eyes, and a short scream passed away in a flash.

Ten seconds later, a group of green-skinned boys who heard the fighting rushed to the street, but there was nothing here, only calm wind and waves. The wind blowing through the ruins picked up some fine dust, making their noses itchy.

"I'm thinking, Ah Zhi! Hui Liu, there's nothing wrong here."

A boy swallowed the mucus that flowed from his nostrils into his mouth and said to his companion.

"Obviously I thought of it first! Bah!"

His companion did not agree with his statement, and saliva flew from his mouth while chewing Scugo, spraying it all over the former's face.

"Shit! It was me first!" The former raised his hand to wipe his face, eh? Why did you get the machete in your hand?

"Bullshit! It's obviously me!" The latter wiped his mouth, but found that he also had a six-shot gun in his hand.

The two greenskins looked at each other and decided that they had tolerated each other for a long time, so they shouted at the same time:

“waaaagh!!!”

"Brother Deathstroke, you caught one?"

A few minutes later, at the relay station, Gunnar and Ophis, who had been invited to interrogate the prisoners, arrived. In the newly opened cell, they saw Deathstroke pinching the back of a fruit girl's neck and fixing her in a on the chair.

The Wolf Lord immediately recognized the woman's unique dress, or more specifically, the two unique weapons.

The assassins of the Death Cult have amazing martial arts skills. If assassinated from behind, even the Space Marines may die instantly. Gene seeds and transformation surgeries are not guarantees of immortality. These foreign objects have weaknesses after all.

Although he knew that Deathstroke was very powerful, Gunnar never thought that he could really catch the Death Cult assassins, because they were never captured alive and would always simply kill themselves when the mission failed. Special biochemical modification surgery would kill them. The brain is burned and no information will be leaked.

Deathstroke is so thoughtful and such a good brother! It must have taken a lot of effort to catch her, right?

"Yes, but the assassins all acted alone, and I did not catch the corrupted judge." Su Ming smiled and nodded to the wolf master, shaking the bloody woman in his hand: "I accidentally broke her neck. Now you have to hold it with your hands to align the disconnected nerves, and you can ask whatever you want."

Sister Efilar walked around the room at this time, lighting the candles held by the skeletons around her.

Not to mention, the candlelight flickered like this, illuminating the faces of several tall men with uncertainty, and it really felt like a dungeon torture.

Pastor Ophis' attention was on the sniper rifle leaning against the corner. He picked it up and opened the magazine. He saw that there were several bullets he had seen before.

"It should be her."

Words of affirmation came from behind the skull mask, and more anger was blocked behind it, and the pair of eyepieces seemed to be a little redder.