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Chapter 176 Claws Out
Two days later, around three in the morning.

Councillor Lawrence opened his eyes instinctively.

In front of his bed, the fully armed Death Shooter was looking at him with the scarlet electronic eyes on his mask.

"ah?!!"

Congressman Lawrence sat up suddenly from the bed and rolled towards the window.

Only after he fell to the ground did he kneel tremblingly in front of the pair of death shooters and speak.

"Did the dead send you here?

Damn it!

There have been rumors that the dead are hunting Gotham's powerful people, but I didn't expect that I would be the target of the hunt!"

Having said that, Congressman Lawrence quickly clasped his hands together and prayed desperately to the Death Shooter.

“Please, I shouldn’t be on the list, I’m not the enemy of the revenant!
The ghost also raped my daughter, when they were on the news, they are a perfect match, the ghost and I are not enemies!!!"

As he spoke, Senator Lawrence knelt down and moved towards the Deadshot.

Looking at the embarrassed Congressman Lawrence, Death Shooter was silent for a moment, then sighed softly.

"I don't know how to deal with you, after all, what you said is true.

Although Tang seems to have forgotten the existence of you and your daughter now, what if he suddenly remembers you one day?
I don’t want to cause trouble for myself.”

As he finished speaking, Death Shooter gently swung the muzzle of the gun hanging on his arm guard twice towards Congressman Lawrence.

Congressman Lawrence's eyes immediately swayed along with the Death Shooter's movements.

Death Shooter thought for a short while and then spoke softly.

"Well, since I still have more than half of the names on my list, it's not a problem to put you at the end.

However, I hope you can hurry up and let me feel the ghost's importance to you before I hunt you down again.

As for how you should do those things, I won't interfere, but if you can't do it, then you will die.

Don't expect to leave Gotham during this time, because no one can hide from my bullets, not even you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Death Shooter reached out and gently patted Congressman Lawrence on the face.

Just as Congressman Lawrence nodded hurriedly, Death Shooter knocked him out and put him back on the bed.

After covering him with a blanket, Death Shooter left the congressman's house and prepared to go to the next target location.

At this moment, the screen on his arm guard suddenly flashed a series of red lights.

Seeing this, Death Shooter snorted coldly and then pressed several buttons.

Then, surveillance footage appeared on the screen, showing that one of his targets had arrived near the Kane Memorial Bridge by car.

Seeing this, Death Shooter grinned.

“If they always hide in a secure bunker, it will be really troublesome for me to deal with them.

But once they decide to escape, do they think they will be safe along the way? "

After muttering to himself, Death Shooter gently pressed another button.

The next moment, a speeding car on the Kane Bridge suddenly exploded.

Through the screen, Death Shooter clearly saw that the car had been blown to pieces.

This scene made him breathe a sigh of relief.

It feels really good to work for the dead. At least there is no limit on equipment or ammunition.

For example, the guy who just died was a famous host of Gotham TV. Although he had many cars, Death Shooter had placed explosives of the same size in each of his cars.

Adequate logistical supplies turned the assassination of the Death Shooter from an accidental event into a kind of inevitable event.

In short, everyone likes the feeling of being rich.

Death Shooter couldn't help but grin. Although he was forced to join the Ghost Party, the result seemed to be pretty good.

Although the Revenant is cruel, he is pretty good to his own people. He has fulfilled his promises very well. His daughter has been transferred to a Gotham aristocratic childcare institution to start preschool education.

He works so hard to kill people and make money just to make his daughter's life better. It seems that his daughter can do whatever she wants in Gotham.

As for the entire United States outside of Gotham.

At least they won't attack an insignificant killer like me before dealing with the ghosts.

After all, the teleportation ability of the dead souls is so frightening that even the President of the United States would tremble in the White House when he thought of the dead souls...

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the Death Shooter dodged to the left.

Just as he dodged, a flying knife flew past his previous position!
Seeing the flying knife, Floyd snorted coldly and looked towards its source. On several street lamp poles near him, there were seven guys standing very straight, but dressed in a slightly retro style!

Looking at the armor they were wearing, especially the throwing knife belts on their shoulders and the silver claws on their hands hanging at their sides.

Floyd took a deep breath.

Those claws... and their owl-like masks...

"hehe!"

Floyd sneered.

"I killed people according to the list for two whole days, and finally forced you legends out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Floyd suddenly grabbed an AR15 from behind him, and then ran and fired at the same time.

It was obvious that he was only using the hip-fire method, and he was even using the sweeping fire method.

But his bullets hit each claw accurately!
Facing Floyd's bullet, the claws took action. Some used their steel claws to block the incoming bullets, while others simply cut them off with samurai swords.

But Floyd's bullets are not simply straight shots. The bullets he shoots will actually cause a chain collision in the air, causing additional scattering, making the claws more unpredictable.

Even though the claws were agile enough to block many bullets, some bullets still managed to evade their defenses and shot straight into their vital parts!

After Floyd ran more than sixty steps and changed four magazines.

Floyd cursed loudly as he saw the seven claws, whose movements were not affected at all and were still chasing him quickly even though they were covered in blood.

"grass!"

While cursing, he threw two grenades, then opened his communication channel and spoke.

“I am being hunted by the legendary Claws. There are only seven enemies at the moment. They don’t seem to have any vital points, and they can continue to move even if their brains are pierced!
If you meet them, you'd better try to chop off their heads!"

"how about you?"

In a blink of an eye, Victor's voice was heard on the communication channel.

"Floyd, you don't have a fucking knife, do you?"

"I have a dagger, or I can just shoot their heads off!"

After Floyd responded, he turned around and blocked the rifle above his head.

Clang!
After a crisp sound, the claw blade of a claw directly tore Floyd's gun into pieces!

"You're awesome!"

Floyd gave an exaggerated compliment and continued speaking into the communication.

“Their weapons are so sharp that they can cut through metal easily.

Please be safe, I have to take my daughter to school tomorrow, so I don't have time to attend your funeral!"

“Haha, fuck you, how could I die in the hands of sharp claws!
Damn, the claws really found me, but why do I only have three claws?

These damn owls actually look down on me!!!"

While yelling at Floyd, Victor on the other side of Gotham simply drew his samurai sword.

Since even a shooter like Floyd has learned from his battle with claws that it is more appropriate to use a knife, Victor will naturally listen to that advice.

At the same time, Floyd also dropped his gun and instead used the dagger in his left hand and the arm gun on his right arm to fight with the claws.

While entangled, he couldn't help but say to Victor.

"Why do I feel more and more that these bastards are a bit like the Death Knell?"

"Don't ask me...!!!"

Victor blocked the blade of a sharp claw with difficulty, and then fell to the ground in embarrassment.

His right hand had just been reattached a few days ago and was completely unable to be used. If he only relied on his left hand, he would probably not be able to block even one claw, let alone three.

So, he suspected that those bastards at Owl were sending people according to his heyday!

"Damn it!"

He cursed loudly and suddenly raised the knife in his hand again.

After barely blocking the blade that was about to chop off his head, Victor discovered in despair that his knife was actually chopped off by the sharp claws!
At the same time, Floyd's words were still coming through the communication channel.

"Victor, you sound miserable. Are you going to die?"

"It's not a big problem. Tang will talk to Satan for me. I trust him!"

While responding, Victor rolled on the ground, hastily dodging the attacks again and again.

But even so, after he finished speaking, he was eventually forced to the door of a bicycle shop on the street by the sharp claws.

(End of this chapter)