Chapter 168 Poison Ivy VS Deathstroke

"Poison Ivy?"

Death Bell looked at Pamela, whose aura was increasing, and secretly memorized the name.

"Pamela, don't be careless. In addition to the samurai sword he carries, Death Bell also uses various firearms and hidden weapons. He has countless killing weapons hidden on him!"

"If you are not careful, he will catch you and kill you with one blow."

Barbara dragged her body, which had not yet fully recovered, to the corner of the exhibition hall. She was in a state where she could not face the enemy head-on, so she could only cover Pamela from behind.

By the way, remind her of some of Death Bell's hidden tricks.

"I have heard of the name of Death Bell since I was a child, Barbara, the strongest killer in Gotham and even the world, I dare not be careless with him."

Pamela turned around and smiled at Barbara.

"No! Pamela, don't take your eyes off Death Bell!"

Such a move scared Barbara.

Death Bell is a professional killer and mercenary. There are no words like morality and rules in his dictionary. As long as he can kill his enemies, he can do whatever it takes.

When the opponent's eyes are away from you, it is the best time to launch an attack.

No one else.

With Deathstroke's professional level, he certainly won't miss this moment.

Deathstroke's left hand holding the knife did not move at all, but his free right hand threw a flying knife in a swift and obscure way.

In Barbara's sight, the flying knife flew straight to Pamela's forehead.

She wanted to remind Pamela, but before she could say two words, the flying knife was approaching Pamela's face.

At this time, Pamela's head hadn't turned completely...

"Dang!"

At the critical moment, a long vine stretched out from nowhere and pulled the flying knife out of Pamela's eyes.

"It seems that you have been treated in Arkham Asylum for too long, and you have almost forgotten the skills of using the flying knife, Mr. Deathstroke."

Pamela folded her hands and smiled contemptuously.

"So you can control these plants. Is this superpower your confidence..."

Death Bell's tone was still slow.

"It's really different now. Back then, few people like you who were different from normal people were willing to appear in the city."

"What happened just now was just a greeting gift. This is to let you know that on the battlefield, respecting your opponent is the first rule."

Although Death Bell was talking to Pamela, Barbara had a vague feeling that he was talking to her.

Could it be that Death Bell really wanted to be her teacher?

Barbara felt a sense of absurdity in her heart.

"Since you know how powerful I am, you'd better get out while I don't want to kill anyone, and don't even think about bothering my friends from now on!"

Pamela raised her hands, and all the plants in the botanical garden moved, gathering around Pamela like the most devout guards.

"No one can make me-get out!"

Hearing this, the murderous aura in Death Bell's eyes became stronger. So what if he had superpowers? He had killed them before, and more than one.

"Swoosh!"

Seeing the look on Death Bell's face, Pamela said no more.

With a wave of her hand, dozens of vine-like plants that Barbara couldn't name attacked Death Bell from all directions.

Not giving him a chance to retreat.

Death Bell's eyes turned, and he instantly simulated the same environment in his brain, and then found the weakest part.

"Two o'clock direction, 125 degrees elevation, 3.7 meters straight distance, five vines..."

When the simulation was completed, Death Bell rushed to the two o'clock direction like lightning, holding the samurai sword in his left hand and taking out an Uzi submachine gun in his right hand.

With a "swish" sound, the five vines here were cut off, and Death Bell successfully escaped from the encirclement.

Seeing this, Pamela waved her hand again, and the remaining dozens of vines gathered together and shot at Death Bell who had broken out of the encirclement.

"Tatt, tatt, tatt..."

Little did he know that this was exactly what Deathstroke wanted. The submachine gun that had been prepared long ago unleashed its firepower on the neatly arranged vine-like plants, and there was no worry about missing.

Poison Ivy could only theoretically promote the growth of plants without limit, and could not change the nature of the plants, so under the attack of the submachine gun, these vines were broken into two without exception.

After destroying so many plants at once, Deathstroke successfully angered Pamela.

"Deathstroke!"

Pamela roared, and her ability was activated to a deeper level.

The surrounding plants grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the small plants extended thick branches.

A towering tree rose from behind Pamela, and the exhibition hall of the botanical garden was instantly blown up by the expanding plants.

Caught off guard, Deathstroke was firmly tied up by a branch of the giant tree, with only one right hand left outside.

The submachine gun in his hand had fallen to who knows where, perhaps it had been crushed by the wildly growing plants.

"You will pay the price for your actions."

Pamela said with hatred, and stepped on a branch, rising in front of Death Bell, the two were several meters apart.

Pamela stretched out her hand, clenched it in the air, made a gesture of pinching something, and then slowly squeezed it.

At the same time, the branches that tightly bound Death Bell's body also shrank.

The huge pressure was exchanged for severe pain.

It is not difficult to guess from Death Bell's wide-open left eye and tightly clenched right fist what kind of torture he is enduring at the moment.

Even so, Death Bell never made a cry of pain or groan.

On the contrary, when Pamela rose up, he showed a sneer.

Although no one could see this sneer under the mask.

"You are not as good as your friend."

Death Bell suddenly said to Pamela in a deep voice.

"You haven't received the proper training, so even though she doesn't have your ability, she's stronger than you!"

"She won't make the same mistake as you."

"What do you mean by that?"

Pamela had a bad feeling.

Suddenly, Deathstroke's clenched right hand suddenly threw an object.

"That's a burning grenade!"

Barbara's pupils shrank when she saw the object.

"Boom!"

In Pamela's unbelievable eyes, the grenade landed precisely at the connection point between the branch and the giant tree under Pamela's feet, and then exploded.

Not only was the branch broken on the spot, but the trunk was also instantly ignited.

In just a few seconds, the giant tree was engulfed by flames.

As the fire spread, the entire botanical garden would be reduced to ashes because there were too many combustibles here.

And Pamela fell from a height because the branch broke.

Fortunately, the height was only about two meters, so Pamela would not be injured.

At this time, the branches that bound the bell naturally loosened, and he drew out the samurai sword calmly, and the branches were cut off in a flash of the knife.

"I cut some boring things... But it doesn't matter, you will taste blood soon."

Death Bell looked at the samurai sword and said to himself.

"Pamela, don't get entangled with Death Bell, let's leave here as soon as possible."

Barbara came to Pamela and said anxiously.

Although Pamela is very capable, she has no combat experience after all. It is really hard to say who will win or lose when suddenly facing an opponent of Death Bell's level.

At least so far, Death Bell is the one who has the upper hand.

"No!"

Pamela looked at the giant tree engulfed by flames and rejected Barbara's suggestion with red eyes.