Chapter 371 Death

Decades of killer career have had a profound impact on William Cobb, most prominently in the way he does things.

When ordinary people face trouble, the first thing that comes to mind is to speak, and then to do it, and they rarely have the idea of ​​killing.

He is different!

William Cobb never opened his mouth when he could kill a problem.

Just like now, knowing that the four sharp claws on the opposite side are all poor people who were caught by the court of owls and forced to train like him, but he has no intention of rescuing the other side.

Killing is the best way to solve a problem.

This is William Cobb's perception.

The black dagger was slowly unsheathed, the blade shone with blood in the moonlight, and the smell of blood spread around. With a low roar, William Cobb rushed forward with great strides.

The four sharp claws spread out in turn to form an encirclement and attack from different directions.

The afterimage of the knife light, the flesh and blood spattered.

The five people fought together, and the simplest and quickest killing skills were displayed on the beach. In just a few seconds, William Cobb had six more cuts on his body.

Likewise, the Four Claws were not feeling well.

In the next second, the wound healed and returned to its original state, and William Cobble fought again.

The silent fight will only end when the weapons collide. The few people seem to be emotionless killing machines. No matter what kind of pain they encounter, their eyes remain the same, as cold as water in a deep pool.

On the pier not far away, Dick, who saw this scene, covered his mouth and his eyes were full of horror.

Are they still human?

The strength and speed beyond the limits of human beings, the fast-healing body, the cold-blooded and tyrannical fighting skills, in them, Dick saw the shadow of the devil.

The battle of the five was extremely fierce, and the spilled blood almost dyed the sand red.

William Cobb's combat power ranks in the forefront of the claws, but the other party is also prepared. Each of the four claws has the strength to fight him. In the case of four-on-one, the situation quickly became clear.

There were more and more wounds on his body, and his limbs became weak.

when!

The dagger was knocked flying,

William Cobb, who was staggering, was kicked and flew to the ground. Two sharp claws took advantage of the situation and stabbed his heart with their knives. William rolled back, picked up a handful of sand and threw it into each other's eyes.

The two claws quickly raised their hands to block in front of them.

William Cobb took advantage of the situation to attack and swung his knife directly at the opponent's neck.

The weak point of the claws is the head, and if you cut the head off, you will die.

The sword edge slid across the air, and with a bang, it was blocked by another knife.

puff!

Another sharp claw attacked from the side, and the blade penetrated through the back and stabbed into the spine.

The blood shot like a fountain, and William's eyes went blank for a while, and in an instant, he lost his control over his body. break.

Dick, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help screaming. He quickly covered his mouth, but he was still heard.

A sharp claw looked in his direction, and Dick turned his head and ran when he saw that the situation was not good.

The four looked at each other, one claws chased after them, the rest stayed behind, grabbed William Cobb's hair and lifted it up in the air, and chopped off his head with a knife.

The body without its head fell to the ground, blood spurting from the neck and seeping into the sand.

Born in the early 20th century, William Cobb, with countless blood on his hands, died, his body fell on the seashore, and his head became someone else's trophy.

After the task was completed, the three claws turned and left. As for their partners, no one was worried.

How could a child escape the claws.

...

Dick was running hard, running hard, putting all the energy into his legs and getting them moving.

He couldn't understand why those people were fighting?

terrible.

They are not human at all, like monsters.

There are also envelopes. There is a bank card and an address in the envelope. It seems to be specially prepared for him. Why did that person do this, and who is he? Why does he look so much like his father?

Is it grandpa?

No, grandpa died a long time ago, and he even went to the tomb to worship.

Not grandpa, who is it?

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking through the air came at an extreme speed, and Dick quickly turned his body, but his thigh was still stabbed by the flying knife, and he fell to the ground screaming.

Black shadows attacked from behind at high speed, exuding a strong breath of death.

No, my parents' revenge hasn't been avenged yet, so I can't die here.

Dick got up against the pain, clenched his fists and stared at the approaching killer.

At this moment, the courage he showed was heartbreaking, but unfortunately, Sharp Claw was not a human being, but a puppet that obeyed orders. Facing the young man who was barely supporting, he pulled out his dagger expressionlessly.

The smell of blood is coming!

Dick roared, like a beast fighting to the death, rushing forward brazenly.

Knives pierce the air...

when!

Sharp Claw's face changed suddenly, and before he could react, he was hit hard in the abdomen and flew out.

A tall figure appeared in front of Dick, as thick as a mountain, looking at the pair of demon-like horns, the boy shouted in surprise,

"Batman!"

Bruce said solemnly, "Hide behind the house."

"I know, you have to be careful, he is very powerful, like an undead."

Dick strangled his right leg and limped back.

Bruce stared coldly ahead,

"You are... Sharp Claw?"

The only answer to him was the indifferent and merciless dagger, Bruce raised his hands up, his arms popped out the metal blade, and fought with the opponent.

The claws are agile, powerful, and possess the most professional killing skills.

This technique is extremely dangerous for ordinary people, but it is not enough in front of experts. It only took half a minute for Bruce to understand the opponent's weakness, smash the Falcon and shatter the mask with one palm, move his left leg forward, and curl his right hand. grip.

boom!

A powerful collapse fist knocked the claws several meters away.

Blood foam overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Obviously, this punch caused great damage to the claws, and what was even more troublesome was that the mask was broken.

Feeling the coolness from the face, the expression of the claws also became strange, just like when William Cobb was smashed his mask, dazed, confused, frightened, afraid, uneasy...

He quickly got up from the ground and left without looking back.

Bruce clenched his fists, finally stopped, turned and walked up to Dick,

"Are you Dick Grayson?"

"Yes sir, I'm Dick Grayson, I...I..."

"How about the legs?"

"It's fine, it'll be fine in a while."

Dick opened his mouth to signal that he was fine, but his face was as white as a sheet of paper.

Bruce was silent for a moment, then said slowly,

"I'll take you to heal."

Bruce called the Batmobile, gave Dick a brief treatment with the medicine inside, and returned to the dock alone.

There were more than a dozen corpses scattered around the pier, and one of them, a headless corpse, was particularly eye-catching.

Bruce stood in front of the corpse, his eyes full of doubts,

"Why did you die here?"

"Why didn't Luke Xiao show up?"

"Am I wrong?"