Inside the Batcave, Bloodsport and Jason Todd were looking at each other.
"So the Batcave is going to be a shooting club?
Let me tell you in advance that I will not be a member.
I don’t plan to be a coach or anything like that.”
Bloodsport has a weird look on his face.
If there are some differences between Deadshot and him, for example, Deadshot rarely uses other weapons except shooting, while he can use anything.
Then the similarity between Jason Todd and him is further enhanced.
"Hey, Jason. Didn't you say you were going to find Nightwing?"
Deadshot didn't care much about this, but was curious about why Jason Todd was still in the Batcave.
“Don’t you know how to make a phone call when you visit someone’s home?
If you can't, that's unfortunate, I can."
Jason Todd was lying on a bed with a cigarette in his hand.
"So Nightwing isn't home?
Or is he missing?"
Deadshot scratched his head, and then carefully looked at the bed under Jason Todd.
This thing looks like an operating table.
It is not auspicious for a person who is fine to lie on the operating table.
Not to mention that Americans are not superstitious, people here are the most superstitious.
Maybe I have done too many bad things in my life, and I have to seek some solace in the mysterious realm.
"I don't know, but I don't think that guy is the short-lived type.
Maybe it's just that a demon appeared on his side and he went to deal with it."
Jason Todd's tone was still casual.
This is not surprising, after all, the only demons he saw were a small group of fallen demons seen through the monitor.
There isn't even a fallen magician.
When alone, this kind of demon may not even be able to defeat a healthy adult male.
“What the hell is going on with those demons?
Why do you all know everything so well, but I don’t know anything?”
Bloodsport tilted his head and said.
Then I felt like my body was being lifted up by something.
"Fake! Nanase, put me down!"
The moment Bloodsport turned his head, he saw the big mouth of a shark.
The inside of a shark's mouth is quite ugly, with densely packed barb-like teeth.
Those are not teeth for chewing, but more for preventing the person who has been eaten from crawling out.
Hmm... the kind that's a little scarier than a steel brush.
"Is this King Shark?
Good guy, I always feel like I’ve seen him before?”
Jason Todd has no intention of helping.
What does it have to do with him if Bloodsport is dead?
It would be better to say that Jason Todd wishes that guys like Bloodsport would be finished by themselves.
This guy can't be said to be a good guy, but he's not that bad either.
If he hadn't bumped into this guy while he was killing people, Jason Todd probably wouldn't have paid any attention to this guy.
"Bang bang bang~"
Deadshot's bullets always come faster than his words.
But his small-caliber bullet couldn't even stop Nanase.
"What the hell is going on with this guy?"
Deadshot shouted, and then took the specially crafted weapon thrown by Bloodsport.
It's something like a large bottle opener, with accessories attached.
"boom!"
Nanase let go of her hand, and Bloodsport fell to the ground.
"Hey! Deadshot! Give me my gun back first!"
The first thing Bloodsport did was not to see how Nanase was injured, but to ask for his own weapon.
Top gunners generally have their own dedicated weapons. Although it is not impossible to fight without this weapon, the lethality will definitely be weakened.
"Deadshot, are you asking about King Shark?
Your little toothpick-like gun can't hurt this monster at all, but this guy can beat up the Flash."
Jason Todd turned over on the bed with a nonchalant look on his face.
The Flash has incredible speed, but unfortunately this guy always gets beat up.
From a super strong person to a gangster on the street.
That’s what The Flash is anyway.
But this guy has never been hit by a gunman so far. Who makes him run faster than bullets?
"Let me add, it was a direct beating."
Bloodsport took off the module on his firearm, raised his head and looked at Deadshot.
"I probably understand why you would risk being eaten while sleeping by cooperating with him.
This guy is a natural trencher!"
Deadshot looked at Nanase slowly getting up and said helplessly.
Not only did his gun not hurt Nanase, even Bloodsport's cannonball weapon did not leave any scars on Nanese's body.
"Hungry~"
Nanase pulled up her pants and rubbed her belly full of fat.
"Don't eat people, okay? At least don't eat living people."
Jason Todd finally sat up and took the bag that was used as a pillow from behind his head.
The not-so-smart Shark King is actually not a big threat, although it is to these people who are beyond mortals.
If Nanase had more trust in others, perhaps adding and subtracting within ten would be able to slow him down.
"Hungry~"
Nanase repeated what she said before.
It seems that Nanase's IQ will drop a little when she is hungry.
At least he can still speak complete sentences when he's not hungry.
"By the way, Wayne hasn't come back yet?"
Bloodsport asked after looking at the structure of the Batcave.
He didn't forget that his mission was to find Batman, or rather find Wayne.
"Bloodsport? Long time no see."
Through a portal, Wayne appeared behind him.
To be continued...