The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1318 The Death of Solomon Grendi

Having regained his sight, Solomon immediately located Roy using the bullet he had just taken head-on.

"Friday, seriously ill!"

Solomon Grandi roared and charged toward Roy. Despite his large size, he was surprisingly fast and reached the tree where Roy was in the blink of an eye.

'Oops! ’

Roy gritted his teeth and threw another charged punch. Sure enough, the tree behind him collapsed as soon as he left the spot.

Roy cheered himself on in his heart and was just about to use his grappling hook to grab the nearest tree trunk when he heard the sound of wind breaking behind him.

Goosebumps erupted all over his body, and Roy instinctively activated the protective shield of the robotic arm.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound like a baseball being hit, Roy was sent flying like a baseball.

'so close! '

Roy broke out in a cold sweat; death had just brushed past him, making his heart skip a beat.

"damn it!"

Roy adjusted his position in mid-air, raising the robotic arm to aim at Solomon Grandi. The next second, the forearm of the robotic arm opened, revealing a missile.

"boom!"

The missile, trailing a long plume of flame, traced several arcs in the air as it flew toward Solomon.

"He passed away on Saturday!"

Solomon swung the large tree in his hand, seemingly about to destroy the missile, but Roy was prepared and used his robotic arm to control the missile, dodging the tree trunk and hitting Solomon Grandi instead.

"boom!"

The exploding missiles instantly enveloped Solomon Grandi's tall frame, and the massive explosion drowned out his screams.

Roy activated his night vision. Although he couldn't determine the extent of Solomon Grundy's injuries, he could confirm that Solomon Grundy was still standing.

A pair of large hands quickly tore through the smoke. If Solomon Grandi was originally dressed in rags, he was now completely naked.

With the night vision off, Roy discovered that Solomon had burns of varying degrees on his upper body, but there were still no serious injuries like the one that caused the skin to be torn open.

It seems the missile was indeed effective, but Roy only had one on him, so it was obviously impossible to press his advantage.

With the help of the robotic arm's thrusters to dissipate the force, Roy came to a steady stop in front of a large tree, then grabbed the trunk and slowly landed.

Roy didn't have a wide-area weapon capable of wiping out Solomon Grandi in one go, but he remembered that the manual mentioned the mechanical arm had a beam weapon with extremely strong penetrating power.

Solomon Grandi is a zombie-like creature that retains the weaknesses common to most living beings.

'If I can just pierce his head at close range with a beam weapon, I can kill him.'

As Roy was figuring out how to safely reach Solomon, the latter roared and charged at him.

"I don't need to worry about that." Roy forced a smile, and his right mechanical arm began to switch modes, turning his palm upward to reveal the cannon barrel hidden in his wrist.

Roy knew he couldn't wait for Solomon Grandi to rush to his side, otherwise the latter might use his massive size to miss the best position.

'Then there's only one answer.' Roy made up his mind, took a long stride, and instead of running away, chose to run towards Solomon Grandi.

Solomon Grandi, with his walnut-sized brain, was naturally incapable of thinking about anything complicated. Enraged, all he could think about was tearing Roy apart.

At this point, even Poison Ivy's mental toxins probably couldn't control him anymore.

As the muscular monster drew ever closer, Roy's heart pounded. He only had one chance; failure meant certain death!
'Wait a little longer, wait a little longer... now!'

Roy seized the opportunity, shifting his weight to his lower body and turning his sprint into a sliding tackle while raising his mechanical arm from below.

"Whoosh!"

A beam of light, about the thickness of a finger, shot into the sky, followed by a sharp whooshing sound.

After firing his beam, Roy didn't care whether it hit the target or not, and launched another charged punch that slid down Solomon Grandi's legs.

After sliding five or six meters using the momentum, Roy quickly turned around, pulled out the rifle that had been hanging on his back, and aimed it at Solomon Grandi.

Solomon Grandi was still charging forward when, after running several meters, he fell to the ground as if he had twisted his ankle. He then rolled several times like a rag doll before coming to a stop.

The scene before him confirmed to Roy that he had definitely hit his target. No matter where he was, it would have been impossible to inflict such damage on Solomon Grandi, making him unable to even stand.

But Solomon Grandi's vitality was too strong. Even after his head was pierced by light and his brain was turned into roasted brains, he still tried to get up from the ground.

However, Roy estimated that the other person wouldn't live much longer; he would die in at most a minute.

Roy dared not be careless. While keeping an eye on Solomon Grandi to prevent the latter from suddenly attacking, he was also keeping an eye on the Joker and his companion whose location was unknown.

He hadn't retracted the camera he had just deployed, but he couldn't keep an eye on it during the battle. Now he could use it to watch the camera.

Solomon Grandi finally collapsed to the ground with a thud after climbing halfway up. Roy felt a tremor beneath his feet, like an earthquake.

Roy fired a few more shots, and only after confirming that Solomon Grandi would not stand up did he look away from the latter.

At this moment, Roy focused all his attention on the camera and discovered that his motorcycle, which he had parked by the roadside, was gone, along with the figures of the Joker and his companion.

It's obvious that the clown and his crew have escaped, but we don't know how far they've gone.

Roy checked the camera footage and discovered that while he was confronting Solomon Grendie, the Joker had already escaped on a motorcycle with Harley Quinn.

Judging from their route, they should have fled towards downtown Gotham City.

Although he had just come from a major battle, Roy's original purpose for this trip was the Joker, and he could not let the latter go, both morally and logically.

However, Roy had no other means of transportation at the moment, and it was obviously impossible for him to catch up with the modified motorcycle on his bare legs.

"I should have taken the car keys out first."

Roy punched the tree trunk beside him in frustration, leaving a deep mark on the hard mechanical arm.

Just as Roy was pondering how to catch up with the Joker and his gang, a car horn blared urgently.

Roy looked up and found a stylish sports car parked in front of him. Before he could figure out what was going on, someone got out of the driver's seat.

"What are you waiting for? Get in the car!"

Yang Le raised his voice to the stunned Roy.

(End of this chapter)