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Chapter 160 Gino's Conditions

Run, breathe.

The pebble cut his palm, but it healed quickly.

Like a mutated werewolf, or a zombie unleashed, its tattered body ran with a frenzied aura.

Subconsciousness inherited from our ancestors replaces reason.

Gino remained calm as he watched the orange afterimage that ran like an ape or a zoo gorilla.

What is considered extreme speed is, in their view, incredibly slow.

"boom!"

Not far away, Deathstroke's companion Holly shouldered a grenade launcher and pulled the trigger. The recoil from the gun made him stagger, his eyes filled with anticipation as he watched the grenade being fired.

The whistling grenade flew through the air in an arc, its target being right above Gino's head.

"Grenades?" A smile crept onto the boy's lips.

"Whoosh!" The grenade landed and exploded.

Gunpowder and iron fragments mixed with debris burst open and scattered, causing secondary damage.

The once smooth road is now a complete mess.

The force overturned the ground, sending cement debris flying everywhere.

"roar!"

The death knell, driven mad, roared and leaped into the thick smoke.

Dongqing watched as his friend's figure was swallowed by the smoke, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what kind of enemy it is, if Deathstroke encounters him in this frenzied state, the outcome will not be good; the best fate will be to die with his throat bitten through.

"And, we took a grenade hit by it." Dongqing cursed as he threw down the grenade launcher from his shoulder and pulled out a cigar from his pocket and lit it.

Taking a deep breath and feeling the strong, pungent smell fill his mouth, he exhaled a smoke ring and narrowed his eyes: "Even if you were Jesus, you'd have an arm blown off."

A gentle breeze blew through the woods, dispelling the smoke.

"Click-clack~"

The sound of bones clashing echoed softly along the road.

"Crack!"

The cigar that was in his mouth fell to the ground.

A few wisps of tobacco drifted away on the wind; when one witnessed the scene amidst the smoke and dust...

Holly raised her right hand, trembling, to rub her eye bags.

He simply couldn't believe his eyes.

On the earth, where cement debris and mud mingled, a majestic figure stood tall.

The explosion had no effect on him whatsoever; even his neat black short-sleeved shirt showed no signs of damage.

Gino raised one arm, his steel fingers gently gripping a one-eyed man.

The mask shattered, revealing Deathstroke's true face.

His once unkempt stubble was now stained red with blood.

There were only a few of the once-straight teeth scattered around.

Gino, who easily controlled Deathstroke, known as the strongest mercenary, said with disappointment, "The strongest mercenary, is that all?"

Under the immense power of a superhuman, Deathstroke, the so-called pinnacle of human combat, is utterly insignificant.

"Buzz~"

With a red glow in his eyes, Gino had already decided to send this person to heaven.

"Bang! Bang!"

Several bullets whistled as they struck the steel body.

The deflated, lifeless brass bullet fell to the ground, and an impatient look appeared on Gino's face.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and then slightly tilt your head to open your eyes again.

Holly felt as if she were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and the surrounding air seemed to thicken and become heavy in an instant.

His limbs were stiff and his hair stood on end.

Large beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, and a terrifying sense of oppression enveloped his heart, rendering Dongqing unable to move an inch.

He gently tossed aside the mangled body.

The boy slowly walked towards the holly tree, step by step.

As the distance between them decreases.

The pressure on my body felt like a mountain, constantly increasing, causing my spine to bend and my legs to tremble.

Holly tried her best to avoid kneeling before the enemy.

However, the immense force that nearly broke his waist still caused his body to tremble uncontrollably.

With his joints bent, he knelt on the ground unwillingly, accompanied by Holly's roar.

With his head bowed low, all that could be seen was a pair of sneakers parked in front of him.

"I ask, you answer."

Gino's voice brooked no argument; he stared coldly at Holly: "What is your purpose in coming here?"

Strange things often happen in Smallville, and perhaps these two are also drawn to the town's secrets.

"I can't tell you." Despite kneeling on the ground, Dongqing's voice was firm.

This wasn't out of loyalty to his employer or the website, but rather because, as mercenaries, given the current situation, his and Slade's chances of survival were, if not nonexistent, extremely slim.

Therefore, being able to disgust your opponent to the greatest extent is undoubtedly a good choice.

"They were most likely after the cave in the rock wall."

Behind him, a weak-looking Clark shouted loudly.

At the same time, Gino noticed that Holly's shoulders were trembling slightly.

This proves that Clark was right; those two guys came for the cave.

Clark clenched his fists in anger: "Those two bastards even assaulted Kayla."

"Assault? You're talking nonsense!" Before Clark could finish speaking, Holly, as if provoked, raised her neck and retorted, "We didn't touch her at all!"

"Shut up."

Gino gently raised his hand and placed it on Holly's cheek. The force of his hand shattered Holly's gums, and streaks of blood slid down his mouth.

Gino glanced sideways at Kayla lying on the roadside and frowned slightly, saying, "She's still a virgin, Clark."

In fact, Gino had some doubts in his heart as well.

After all, although Deathstroke is an anti-hero, he would not stoop to such despicable acts except for his ruthless killing.

Upon hearing Gino's words, Clark was slightly taken aback, and his anger subsided considerably, but he still asked with doubt, "Then why did they kidnap that girl? She's a good person."

Although Clark didn't spend much time with Kayla, he could tell she was a good girl, kind-hearted and warm-hearted.

"A good person?" Holly, kneeling on the ground, sneered as if she had heard a funny joke. "The good person you're talking about is someone who turns into a terrifying giant wolf and attacks us?"

"A giant wolf?"

Hearing Dongqing's words, his gaze swept once more over the huge wolf claw marks left on the road.

The truth has come to light.

Kayla was originally a so-called "werewolf".

Gino pondered, thinking that perhaps the girl's abilities also stemmed from green kryptonite, thus granting her the ability to transform into a beast.

"Alright, I've said everything I needed to say." Dongqing lowered his head, seemingly accepting his fate with equanimity: "Kill me."

"As you wish."

Gino smiled, and slowly moved his arm toward Holly's neck.

"Snapped!"

Gino lifted Holly as if picking up a chick.

The terrifying force squeezed my neck, as if the surrounding air had been sucked away, making it impossible to breathe.

"Heh heh~" Holly's face turned pale, and his legs kicked unconsciously.

"No, don't kill him!"

A weak voice sounded from behind.

Clark, frowning in the corner, looked in the direction of the sound.

Lying sprawled on the ground, head tilted to one side, Deathstroke managed to speak with difficulty: "I can give you sixty million to ransom my life and the lives of my companions."

"Interesting. It seems you care a lot about your companions?"

Gino became interested and put down the holly he was holding.

He admired this kind of person who valued loyalty and affection.

"Then let's make some terms."

Gino walked up to Deathstroke, looked down at him, and slowly extended a finger: "First, you will die here."

"Secondly, serve me."

(End of this chapter)