Chapter 263 61 Old Master! Surrender! Your Son, Your Grandson Is in My Hands! [825]

Chapter 263 61. Old man! Surrender! Your son, your grandson is in my hands! -【825】

(Additional chapter for brother " Die Jia丨 Guo"!)

"Shua"

The black sword of the demon head was swung in front of him, drawing an elegant and deadly arc, and with Damian's assassination roar, it stabbed at the retreating black figure in front of him like lightning.

Although the little madman was young, he was extremely experienced in combat. He launched an attack the moment he caught up with the assassin.

Holding a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, he used the long sword to get close to the opponent while not forgetting to use short-range accurate waist shots to disrupt the opponent's rhythm. This set of combat skills of the Assassin's League is very useful in most cases.

It is difficult for ordinary enemies to deal with these multi-level attacks at the same time, but unfortunately, since Damian's "debut", he has not faced a "normal" enemy.

The same is true for the time-space variant of Batman in front of him.

He dealt with Damian's attack very easily, even with a sense of flowing water.

He quickly dodged bullets at close range and threw away the long gun behind him for sniping. He rolled to avoid the sword and pulled out two black pistols from his waist.

Damian felt cold on the back of his neck as soon as this thing appeared.

The man in front of him did not retreat but advanced, rushing into Damian's attack range and firing with both guns, just like Ertong showing an upgraded version of "gun fighting".

But the old guy in front of him was obviously more skilled and more ruthless than Ertong in this regard.

The left pistol swept across like a war hammer, forcing Damian to put away his sword for defense, and the right gun aimed at the little madman's hand and fired two shots in a row, knocking the kinetic pistol in his hand away and kicking him hard.

With a bang, Damian, who was not at all an advantage in height and weight, was kicked away, turned twice in the air and landed steadily behind.

"Stop!"

The assassin Batman threw a bat dart to stop Damian from picking up the gun.

He seemed to have no interest in this encounter. He just stretched his neck, looked up and down at the crazy kid, and said in a hoarse and cold voice:

"It will be hard to stop if you keep fighting."

"That makes sense, but I don't want to stop."

The little madman showed a bad smile under the Domino eye mask. He no longer used a gun but held the sword with both hands, posing the starting position of the assassination swordsmanship of the Assassin's League.

He felt that the Batman in front of him was more to his liking, at least more in line with the image of the "Dark Knight" in his mind than the "old man" who was hiding in Wayne Manor and was crazy.

But before Damian launched another attack, a sharp gunshot sounded on the roof of another building beside the two.

Batman reacted quickly and waved his cloak to cover himself.

But he underestimated the super penetrating power of kinetic bullets after they were fully charged. The first bullet was blocked by the cloak, and the second bullet penetrated directly. If he was not still wearing a battle suit, this blow would be enough to break his leg.

"Bang"

The smoke bomb was thrown on the ground, and the pungent smoke blocked the surrounding area.

This is the master's "tactical retreat".

It's the same old trick.

But Mason, who was holding the Widowmaker rifle on the roof of the other side, didn't care about the little smoke at all.

He didn't even need the combat auxiliary aiming frame to interfere with his vision. The Eagle Eye perception of the Isu bloodline was enough to lock the master's figure. After pulling away, the shooter Mason could finally let go.

The technological rifle in his hand almost achieved "instant charging" energy acceleration after being transformed by Isu technology. As Mason pulled the trigger, two more bullets rushed out of the barrel.

This time it was more accurate.

The master who was about to jump off the roof was hit in the air and staggered. The steel cable of the flying claw gun was broken, so he covered his arm and rolled to hide behind the wall on the roof.

This was exactly what Mason wanted.

He didn't even adjust the trajectory, and slightly tilted the muzzle to charge and shoot again.

The bullet with super penetrating power easily penetrated the wall where Batman was hiding. The bullet passed by, but the subsequent "ricochet" hit the old man's neck after precise calculation.

The full-covering battle suit saved his life again, but it also made Batman feel very cold.

In front of the sniper, all obstacles were useless.

The most important thing was that this was the encounter he hated the most. Facing an enemy who didn't know much information and had not collected any data, but the opponent seemed to know him very well, there was not much room for the old man to play temporarily.

However, the old man was not panicked at all.

While he rolled quickly to avoid the bullet, he took out a remote control from his armed belt.

The opponent chose a not-so-good sniper point!

The place where he was was also his own property, and with Batman's character, it was impossible for him not to make preparations on his own territory, so when the third bullet hit his back, the old man in this world pressed the button without hesitation.

With a loud "bang", the rooftop area where Mason was located was completely blown up by the bomb hidden under the floor.

Mason was caught off guard and thrown to the lower level in the shaking of the ground. The bomb also caused obvious electromagnetic shock, which made the technological rifle in his hand "stuck" while it was charging.

"Damian, stop him, I'll be there soon."

Mason's intermittent voice sounded in the communicator in the little madman's ear.

In fact, he didn't need to command. The moment he saw Batman fall into a disadvantage, Damian had already grabbed his grandfather's sword and rushed up.

The old man who was shot three times by Mason's shameless sneak attack was still injured even though he was protected by a suit. His combat effectiveness as an ordinary person in this situation has been weakened.

But when faced with Damian's charge of "a loving father and a filial son," this gun-wielding man still didn't panic.

Dragging his bleeding body, he rolled to avoid the little madman's blade, and kept the distance with the continuous shooting. However, he was soon bullied by the little madman and kicked the gun away from his hand.

The two immediately entered into the most dangerous close combat.

The Demon's Head Black Sword in Damian's hand is a real magic sword. Its sharp blade cuts through the armor as smoothly as butter. In just ten seconds of fighting, the master once again fell into a disadvantage. .

Seeing that he was about to win the battle with Batman, Damian's mood became better and better, and the little madman's attacks became faster and more deadly.

After all, this is what he wants to do most in his twelve years of life, and this naughty kid is only one step away from realizing his dream.

"puff"

The sharp black sword blade was blocked by the master's shark-tooth knife that popped out of the fighting gauntlet. He wanted to break the sword blade but found that the sword was so tough that it could not be cut off, so he could only restrain the sword blade and pull it out.

However, Damian decisively let go of the sword hilt.

The little lunatic made fists with both hands and stepped forward to punch the master in the face. Then he put his right hands together and used the deadly ancient martial arts he learned from Lei Xiaogu.

His fingers stabbed the master's lung tube like a sword.

This attack with special power put the master into a dilemma of being unable to breathe. The severe pain caused him to lie on the ground, and the torn sawtooth cloak behind him was also torn off by Damian. .

The little lunatic picked up the black sword and looked at the broken cloak stained with blood in his hand. He was a little confused for a moment, but soon a surge of ecstasy filled his heart.

He defeated Batman!

He did it!

The beginning of his life was already at its peak, as if he had no regrets anymore.

Damian held up the broken cloak and shouted to the trembling master lying on the ground in front of him:

"I defeated you! Batman, I proved that I am stronger than you! I am better than you!"

"You little lunatic, I don't even know you."

The old man lying on the ground murmured something in severe pain. When Damian was about to step forward and knock him out, the old man suddenly plunged a small syringe into his neck.

The gloomy substance was injected into his body and he instantly got rid of the difficulty of breathing. Even the bleeding wounds on his body no longer affected his combat.

This made Damian feel danger. He stepped back quickly and was caught in the flying claw gun fired by the master, and was pulled into the air again.

Bang.

The black gauntlet made close contact with Damian's head.

The little madman's roar suddenly stopped, and the moment he was restrained, he was cut on the back of the neck with a palm, and then a bat sedative was inserted into his neck.

Damian saw in despair that the victory he had already obtained spread his wings and flew away like a cooked duck.

This result was unacceptable to him.

However, the master would not explain this. Seeing the noisy little crazy kid in his arms calm down, the master gasped and placed him on the messy ground and took out the handcuffs to tie him up. At the same time, he picked up Damian's sword and Kinetic pistol.

He coughed violently.

Looking back at Mason, who flew out of the explosion crater and landed behind him with the Riddler's same jetpack, the latter held a silver pistol and a black penguin umbrella in his hand, with a ray of yellow lightning dancing on the umbrella.

"Why do you want to kill me?"

Mason didn't attack, he asked:

"Should we have no grievances, or should we say that the Batman of this world is a madman who kills innocent people indiscriminately? Just like Diana, the God of Khorne, and the shameless dog thief Arthur Curry?"

"I have no reason to conflict with you."

The master shook off the blade of his sword, raised his pistol, aimed it at Mason, and said:

"But for the future and present of this world, you and your companions must die!"

"This statement sounds so familiar, so is it because of our identities?"

Mason suddenly understood.

He opened the sleeve of his left arm to reveal his tattoo of stars and said:

"All the people with this tattoo are your targets? The pioneering team that was sent into this world some time ago were also wiped out by your team?

And the enhancer you just used, was it seized from them? "

"You have so many questions, but I have nothing for you except bullets."

The master pulled the trigger without hesitation.

However, the very fierce kinetic energy pistol in Damian's hands seemed to be jammed and did not fire bullets at this moment. It was obvious that Mason had made identification modifications to the gun.

Let the enemy shoot evil bullets at you with your own gun without picking it up.

The dazzling lightning was thrown over and hit the master's body, paralyzing him and at the same time the golden apple on the umbrella handle was activated.

Mason didn't expect to rewrite the man's iron will, he just needed his mind to be disturbed so that Batman couldn't fight back, and then Mason rushed over and kicked him down.

Like magic, he pulled out the freezing gun from his bag, aimed it at the master, and fired a shot, freezing most of his body and kicking away all the weapons around him.

Then he held up the freezing gun filled with cold air and said to the old man in front of him:

"I made all these weapons, and you use my work against me? As expected of you, you can even seek death with such creativity."

"Didi didi"

A shrill alarm sounded from the master's chest.

Mason glanced at it and knew that the master of this world had probably activated some kind of self-destruction device when he saw that he had no hope of winning.

Based on Batman's strategy, this self-destruction device would most likely level everything around it, but at least there were thousands of people having fun in the casino below.

Does he really not care at all?

"You better stop that thing!"

Mason picked up the knocked-out Damian and did not intend to step forward to defuse the bomb. Instead, he took a step back and said to the determined man in front of him:

"Otherwise you will definitely regret it! It's like the kind of regret that makes you slap yourself twice even if you go to hell. I'm not kidding."

Batman doesn't care.

The cold eyes under the half-covered Bat helmet just stared directly at Mason, and then he saw Mason pick up the silver legendary pistol and press it against Damian's head in his arms.

He threatened:

"Stop it! Or I'll kill this kid!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Mason's behavior made the master finally couldn't help but scolded:

"The person you are holding hostage is your teammate. You caught him, why should you expect me to obey?"

"Good question."

Mason's finger was on the trigger.

He stared at Batman in front of him and said:

"Because this kid's name is Damian! Damian Wayne. You just fought with him for so long, didn't you realize that this kid's eyes are very similar to someone in your memory?

If my calculations are correct, he was four years younger than Damian is now when he died in your arms.

Batman, you think there is nothing in this world worth your nostalgia, but that is not the case. What I hold in my hands is the only bloodline of the Wayne family.

If my hand shakes or the bomb on you explodes, you will forever miss that opportunity you have been longing for.

How about it?

Do you want to stop thinking about it? "

"Snapped"

When the explosion counted down to three seconds, the master ripped off the connection line on the suit. He stared at Mason and Damian in his arms and didn't know what to say for a while.

But when Mason took off the domino mask on the little madman's face, revealing a cheek that was very similar to the childhood Bruce Wayne, the man whose lower body was frozen almost immediately began to tremble.

Then Mason stepped forward and pulled off the master's mask.

What is exposed under the mask is not the middle-aged but still dashing and handsome face of Bruce Wayne that is hated by all the male compatriots in Gotham.

Far from it.

Although the face in front of him has a strong masculine look, it is covered with cruel traces of time.

The short gray hair and the stubble on his chin make the man in front of him look very downcast and full of lifelessness.

Like a walking corpse.

But from this wrinkled face, one can still see a temperament that is as cold as iron and never bows its head, especially when paired with a pair of eyes that are not bright but full of fierceness.

It is like an old beast king of the night but still patrolling in his territory. It is indeed no longer young and has long been covered with bruises, but its fangs are still deadly.

"Thomas Wayne"

Mason stepped back and said his name.

"The revenge knight in the doomsday world! Sure enough, every man in the Wayne family is a guy who is unwilling to be ordinary. Look how bad this twisted world has made you look like.

My friend Bruce Wayne will be heartbroken when he sees you like this, but before that, he may or may not be ecstatic.

And you already know about the existence of the Society of Stars, so I'm curious, haven't you ever thought about joining them and going to another world to meet your son?

You know, as long as you are willing to look for them in countless parallel worlds, you can always find countless Bruce Waynes.

Then there is definitely one of them that is suitable for you. "

He looked up and down at the silent "old man" in front of him, then took out a continuously burning alchemy bomb and threw it at his feet to help him melt the ice.

In a surge of white steam, Mason put away his gun and said:

"So, can we find a place to have a nice talk now?"

He patted the little lunatic Damian in his arms who was unconscious and had no idea that he was being used by Mason as an "anti-Batman tactic" again. He winked at the old man in front of him and said:

"Do you think it's because I just spared your good grandson? Give me a chance to shake hands and make peace, old man, don't touch the knife in your boot.

I really don't have the energy to fight with you anymore. "