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 "It seems that someone has the same idea as us."
 While Su Ming pedaled the unicycle furiously, he held both guns in his hands and turned on the safety.
 Cindy also did the same thing as him. When the combat distance cannot be guaranteed, two pistols are more reliable than the shotgun behind her:
 "At least we can exclude Harley as a suspect. She and Poison Ivy are both as drunk as drunk cats. There is no way they can get here before us."
 "It doesn't make much sense to find out who did it. Anyway, just go in and kill all these business robbers."
 There are so many people in Gotham who like to play with bats, it’s hard to tell who is acting at this time.
 After the previous fight with the circus, Su Ming has completely accepted that he is the death knell, and the death knell is himself. If this body is a house, then Slade is just the previous resident. Now that the house belongs to Su Ming, he has to use himself The name re-writes a legend.
 He will use his own thoughts to drive it, and use his previous name, because he knows that he can never go back. Using his previous name is considered a habit, and it can also be regarded as a little thought of the Celestial Dynasty.
 Cindy didn't know what kind of mental journey Su Ming had gone through, but she felt keenly during the ride that the man around her had undergone some changes. The man who originally seemed to be separated from the world was now completely integrated.
 She was a little curious, but she didn't say anything. She just put her guns back again. She felt that she didn't need to take action.
 The two soon arrived at the small park, where Deathstroke's extraordinary eyesight could completely see the police station gate.
 It is a very chronological building. It was probably built when Gotham was founded. Although it has undergone numerous repairs and expansions in the future, it still reflects the original ideas of its designer.
 It is built like a fortress, with solid and thick walls, every window is as small as possible, a wide space and protective railings on the roof, in addition to a bunch of independent water supply equipment and air conditioning, of course, the most important thing is That bat light is also on its top platform.
 There is a big GCPD sign hanging on the front of the police station. It looks a bit shabby, but it is still intact.
 At this time, the parking lot in front of the police station was occupied by a bunch of black vans, placed in a haphazard manner. In the heavy rain, they looked like black rocks on the coast.
 There were scattered corpses of police officers outside the police station, and the rain was washing their blood down the steps.
 Next to the broken gate, there were several men in black standing with submachine guns, patrolling back and forth vigilantly, and occasionally looking into the police station, as if they were waiting for someone.
 "A black suit, a black felt hat, a long white silk scarf and a Chicago specialty typewriter. Their boss seems to be a 'Godfather' fan."
 The two of them were hiding behind some shrubs in the park. The heavy rain obscured their figures. The difference in physical fitness allowed him to see the other side clearly, but he could not see anything on the other side.
 Cindy didn't quite understand what Su Ming meant. Gotham's gangsters had been dressing up like this for decades, and it was impossible to tell who they were based on their clothes.
 She glanced at the distance to the police station door, then looked at the sky:
 "The weather and time are in our favor, and we can attack or infiltrate in the dark."
 "They probably also planned to use Gordon to lure the bat, and we attacked with force to distract them so that they could not fully attack the inside of the police station. Otherwise, if Gordon is caught in their hands, it will be difficult for us."
 After Su Ming answered her, he made a prompt decision, raised his two guns, rushed out of the bunker, and shot while running.
 The brain gives him a very precise sense of space. Calculating ballistics is not exclusive to Deathstroke. Deathstroke can also do the same, and even uses calculations to completely replace aiming.
 The distance of a little over a hundred meters was somewhat beyond the effective range of the pistol. However, after accepting his new identity, Su Ming no longer had any doubts about his talent. After the body and mind were unified, he truly displayed his body. of terror.
 In the dark night, it rained heavily, and the strong wind whipped the rainwater and slapped anything on the ground, but this had no effect on him, or in other words, all the influences from the outside world had been accounted for by him.
 Wind speed, angle, refraction, earth's gravity, energy loss...the conclusions of each calculation immediately appeared in the mind and turned into the basis for action.
 His shot was perfect, and all the people in black suits higher up on the door steps fell to the ground.
 He sprinted with all his strength, and the water splashes on the ground were crushed and collided with the rain falling from the sky.
 When the men in black suits discovered where the attack was coming from in the night, Su Ming had already rushed across the road and the courtyard wall and arrived at the police station parking lot, which was blocked by a black van. He grabbed the edge of a car and held his arms He pulled himself up directly with all his strength.
 His speed was far beyond the imagination of these people. Su Ming seemed to be able to see their unbelievable expressions, but he had no intention of appreciating the despair he had brought to others.
 Standing on the roof of the car, he raised his hands and withstood the opponent's return fire, letting the bullets scratch sparks on the armor, still maintaining a terrifying hit rate one shot at a time. After just a few seconds, the scene became quiet.
 "Tsk tsk tsk..." Cindy also jumped on the roof of the car from behind. Looking at the body lying on the ground not far away, she sighed: "You ran fast enough. Just now I haven’t answered yet.”
 "It's nothing, I just saw that they seemed to want to fight, so I gave them an opponent." Su Ming shrugged, agreeing with Cindy's words.
 "You gave them a massacre, what kind of opponent?" Cindy jumped out of the carriage and walked to the police station: "No one will reimburse this mission. We have to pay for it ourselves. Can't you use a knife?"
 "You don't need to calculate so clearly, right?" Su Ming also jumped down, picked up a submachine gun from the ground, took out the drum and looked at it: "Look, their bullets are also .45 pistol bullets, one for four Fifteen pills, this time it’s a profit.”
 The two chatted for a while, as if they had not just killed more than a dozen people, but were snapping up bargains during a supermarket sale.
 Continuing to walk into the police station, I suddenly found a person who was not dead at the gate. Although Su Ming's every shot hit the heart, the one in front of me might be on the right side of the heart.
 Su Ming had heard before that one out of every thousand people has a heart on the right side, and this time he actually encountered it.
 "Who sent you?"
 Su Ming kicked her gun away, squatted beside her, and asked in a low voice. The scarlet eye on the mask was like a midnight will-o'-the-wisp.
 Although the gangster was not killed on the spot, the shot penetrated her left lung and she was convulsing in pain.
 But when she heard Su Ming's question, she actually laughed and said fiercely while vomiting blood:
 "Boss... I won't let you go, Deathstroke."
 Su Ming raised his eyebrows under the mask. This guy's mind seemed to be unclear. Now everyone present is dead. Who knew he had been here? This is clearly a perfect assassination.
 "It seems that you are still a person of faith, so your boss should have told you something..." Su Ming pulled out the katana behind his back like lightning, inserted his backhand into the right chest of the woman on the ground, and pulled her Nailed firmly to the ground: "Don't! Provoke! Deathstroke!"
 After saying that, he pulled out the knife, and the blood in his heart spurted out from the wound like a fountain, spreading all over him through the holes in the mail.
 The warm blood dissipated some of the coldness brought by the rain, but it only disappeared in a short moment. He had an urge to bathe in more blood for warmth, but soon he shook his head, and his reason told him that was wrong.
 Cindy walked over with a bad smile. She misunderstood the reason why Su Ming shook his head and said:
 "See, I told you, a knife is better."
 This time, the two of them were thinking about different things. Su Ming was thinking about his bloodthirsty problem, while Cindy was talking about the problem of cold weapons causing greater wounds and more reliable fatality rates.
 "Okay, then you will handle it after you get in. After you finish your work, I will evaluate your way of handling the problem?"
 Su Ming stretched out the knife angrily and watched the rain wash away the blood on it before returning the knife to its sheath.
 Cindy raised her hands in a gesture of surrender: "Forget it, I have no interest in the minions, just leave their boss to me."
 It seems that what the guy on the ground said before he died made Cindy very unhappy. No one has ever dared to threaten the world's deadliest killer like this.
 Without saying any more to her, Su Ming took the lead and entered the police station. When he got here, he no longer needed to know the way, he just had to follow the sound of gunfire.
 The lobby of the police station was in a mess, mostly with the corpses of police officers, and there were only a few men in black, indicating that this was probably a raid.
 However, unexpectedly, the gunfire came from not the third floor where the director's office is located, but from the basement.
 "What's underground?" Su Ming asked Cindy.
 "If I remember correctly, it should be the autopsy room, power distribution room and communication room." Cindy looked up at the steps leading upstairs. There was no body of the man in black there at all, which meant that they did not go upstairs. It means going up, but the target is very clearly underground.
 "strangeness......"
 Although Su Ming said something strange, his steps were not slow at all. He still stepped over the corpses and pieces of furniture on the ground and headed towards the place where the noise came from.
 The dead people in the hall were not only police officers and men in black, but also some corpses that were obviously other criminals or homeless people.
 No matter what their identities were when they were alive, they were piled together like sacks after death.
 Rainwater pours in through the broken door, carrying blood and flowing everywhere, making the originally beautiful wooden floor become filthy. If viewed from a high place, it looks like a hideous ghost scroll.
 The two of them probably didn't have any artistic skills, but they easily found the entrance to the basement. At the bottom of the stairs going down, they could still smell a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, as if they were standing next to a volcano crater.
 After going down the stairs, there was a destroyed magnetic card door in front of them, and a long and deep corridor behind them. Su Ming and Cindy took a look outside the door, memorizing the location and distance between the two parties.
 In the corridor illuminated pale by fluorescent lights, men in black and policemen were shooting at each other. Both sides were hiding in various offices beside the corridor, going in and out like whack-a-mole, but from time to time someone would be shot and fall. .
 Because of equipment problems, the police are now at a clear disadvantage.
 "At the end of the corridor is the communications room. The police are guarding it. Gordon may be calling for help from the outside world."
 Cindy tightened her helmet, moved her wrist, and came up with a guess.
 Su Ming disagreed with this. He didn't think Gordon would be the kind of person who would let his subordinates stand outside and huddle in the house to make phone calls. However, Cindy knew Earth Minus 11 better, so she said no. good:
 "I don't think it's Gordon, but it should be very important. Get rid of all these people first, open the door and take a look."
 "Then all the men in black suits were killed, and the police kept the ones alive?" Cindy touched the small box at her waist, took out a cigar, and waved it in her hand: "Bet a cigar that there is Gordon inside."
 "Well, I'll just be the police." Su Ming, who was under the mask, also smiled and took out his cigar. The two of them put their bets on the door frame. After a while, the winner took it away: "I bet, I bet." It’s not him inside.”
 After the two exchanged words in a low voice, Cindy rushed out first. Although they were both death knells, as she said, she was more fond of fighting with cold weapons.
 The samurai sword was swung tightly in her hand, and by the time the man in black reacted, she had already caused a bloody storm in every room like a wolf among sheep.
 Not to mention, there are really extraordinary guys among these men in black. When Cindy slashed at her with a knife, one of the women actually withstood the attack with her own gun, and also planned to call on the people around her to attack Cindy. .
 But this is just an enemy. There are thousands of such small bosses in various gangs in Gotham. Deathstroke is known as the greatest mercenary in the world, so naturally he is not on the same level as them.
 Cindy slashed with her knife and made a clang in response, but as if before the crisp sound was over, she pulled out the shotgun behind her and fired.
 The sound of metal and the sound of gunshots almost overlapped, and the little boss flew out with a look of disbelief on his face. There was a big hole in her chest, and you could even see the wall behind her being shattered by the bullets.
 Cindy's killing continued. She was like a hard-working bee, flying in the blood flowers, but the black and yellow armor only made the people in black extremely frightened.
 Su Ming's target was the police. He used an electric shock stick. The police did not have the insulating gloves and shoes like Batman, and their fighting skills were even worse.
 So he was like a boilermaker on an old ship. The long stick was the shovel. He pushed it forward, and with a flash of lightning, a policeman fell down. Then when the stick was withdrawn, he shoveled the policeman into the house to avoid being killed. Killed by stray bullets.
 In this way, the two men had a clear division of labor and were powerful. In a little more than two minutes, about forty men in black and more than a dozen policemen were all taken down.
 They completed the task almost at the same time, and Cindy was a little proud:
 "It seems that I am stronger. You see, the number on my side is more than twice that of yours."
 Su Ming didn't say anything, just shrugged. Who told him that his work here was too troublesome? He always had to pay attention to leaving some strength. These policemen are ordinary people. Don't stab them to death with sticks. The electric shock lasts too long. It can't be too long, and you have to be gentle when throwing it into the room.
 Some people may say, how could it be possible to stab someone to death without a spear? But when his strength reaches his level, who says he can't kill someone without a spearhead?
 At the same time, he had to suppress the bloodthirsty desire that emerged crazily as adrenaline was secreted, like a tug-of-war between reason and instinct in his mind.
 Cindy became even more proud when she saw him acting as if he had given up. If she had a tail, it would have been raised to the sky at this moment. She wandered around and finally came to the door of the communication room:
 "Okay, it's time to open the gifts. Let me see what's inside the gift bag."
 As she said that, she began to take out plastic explosives from the bag on her thigh, humming an unknown ditty in her mouth, as if she was looking forward to it.
 The door to the communications room is very strong, and the thick steel is like the front armor of a tank.
 "Use less, don't scare the people inside to death."
 Su Ming reminded that judging from this situation, the people hiding inside should not be combatants at all, and the explosion of C4 explosives in a narrow environment such as the corridor will produce huge noise and directional shock waves.
 Scared to death is not an exaggeration, but it could rupture an eardrum or cause someone to fall into coma.
 Cindy didn't answer, she just made an 'OK' gesture, took a small piece, stuck it on the door lock, and inserted the timer detonator.
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 Through United States, he was originally just an ordinary person and became a world-famous mercenary and killer. 
 Things are wrong, should he become a hero of justice? Or continue his dark career? 
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 The protagonist suddenly appeared behind the author of the book about Hu Bian’s work and exploded his dog’s head with a shot: 
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 “What are you looking for?” 
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 An ordinary otaku in the city was killed for inexplicable reasons. 
 A piece of jade with supreme power brought him to the beginning of all things, where he gained the foundation of power and understood the real existence of Gensokyo, which he rushed to when he was an otaku. 
 The twenty-seventh ancestor of the dead disciples, the magician is just a stepping stone to my success! 
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 His only end would be a torn space and the crushed bones.
 On an unrecognizable earth rampant with zombies and mutant creatures, this end is good.
 Death is far better than living…
 With a skull splitting headache he opened his eyes to find himself reborn in the year before the apocalypse happened.
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 I cut from south to north,
 I cut from white to black,
 I will cut down the thousand mountains and the ten thousand waters,
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 Gu Zhan who wants the whole world to surrender!
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 Gu Lu was a Paleontologist. He was very glad to reborn as a small dinosaur.
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 Unexpectedly, he helped the Triceratopses escape a big glacier, Pterosaurs flying away from the volcanic sea, and the Sea King Gliodon fleeing from the super storm…
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 His previous life’s aim was becoming a Great General, but, he only became a spearman squad commander.
 This time, his life’s aim is becoming the Monarch.
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 Roan, who remembers 20 years of his future, now starts his unstoppable march.
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 Mutation, Bloodline, Ancient, Parasite, Domain, Externality.
 These six series of supernatural powers range from Level 0 to 4, with traces of their existence found throughout the development of mankind and society.
 On to modern society, with the changes to the environment on Earth, when the first Level 5 Ability User appeared and caused a calamity to the world, Ability Users have become a form of decisive military power.
 Teenage Justice Li Anping, after getting the strongest and most evil ability throughout history, will walk the path of justice and eventually his fall towards evil, and finally reach the peak of the food chain.
 The entire mankind’s nightmare is about to descend, the earth will become a giant slaughterhouse, and none shall escape the terror.
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 Lu Zhong got the hunting space system. 
 Unlock space [Giant Forest], unlock space [Star Dou Great Forest], and unlock space [Raccoon City]. 
 “Congratulations to the host for killing the werewolf and obtaining the outer soul bone [Transportation Great Sword] with his arm!” 
 “Congratulations to the host for killing the Titans and obtaining both legs with external spirit bones [Kratos Spartan leg bones]!” 
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 The second round of the game will now begin, with this round adopting the Werewolf Game White Wolf King’s version of the game rules!
 Player No. 5, Shen Mu, your identity today is the “guard”!
 Once the sky darkens, please close your eyes…
 Guard, please open your eyes, who is the player that you wish to guard today?
 Shen Mu: Of course it’s my little cutie No. 10!
 System warning! You cannot choose the same player to guard for two consecutive nights!
 White Wolf King: …blast out this No. 5 affectionate love dog!
 The third year amnesiac uni-student, Shen Mu, was drawn into a surreal game by an unknown force——the Suspended Life Game. Only the winner could return to the real world, and their original life, while the loser will be erased for eternity!
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 Yet after the preliminary game, how would the subsequent real “official game” be different, what type of crisis would it conceal?
 Since the past is completely blank, life and death was uncertain for the future, then he must enjoy his current life and battle on!
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Chapter 10 Gotham Police Department

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