A massive demon figure blocked the path to New City, as a group of mages in yellow robes exuding dazzling magical energy fell from mid-air and launched an attack against the demon.
"The demon's attacking Gotham?!" Deathstroke squinted.
"More likely, it's attacking New York." Deadpool with a sowhat comical gesture, jumped over the road railing. He waved at Deathstroke, "Forget about that, let's go this way!"
Deathstroke took a last look at the group of mages, but didn't approach them for the sake of the mission's efficiency. Instead, he agilely hopped over the fence and followed Deadpool on foot into the city.
However, the intensity of the battle completely exceeded their expectations. The demon's phantom grew bigger and bigger, with more tentacles of power extending from the water. Not only were cars unable to pass, but even the pedestrian path on the bridge was blocked by a barrier ford by shadow energy.
"Looks like we're going to have to jump off the bridge." Deadpool stopped in his tracks and began to warm up, but Deathstroke picked up his weapon.
"Don't do anything stupid, cousin. You know it's pointless fighting with them here." Deadpool walked ahead to block Deathstroke, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this isn't Gotham..."
Before he finished speaking, Deathstroke had already charged forward.
Deathstroke first pulled out two mini-bombs from his waist and threw them at the demon. The tiny bombs had an astonishing power. After landing near the demon's feet, they shattered the energy of one of the demon's legs.
However, the demon's body, composed of energy, feared no physical explosion. After being disturbed by the shock wave and having its form dissipated, it quickly reford and swung its huge fist towards where Deathstroke was.
When Deathstroke looked up and saw only a ball of fire within the demon's eye socket, he knew that this was probably just a demon puppet. Since it had no intelligence, it was much easier to deal with.
Deathstroke sneered. He rushed past the demon's foot at the fastest speed. Then, taking a sharp turn, a hook claw hooked onto the demon's arm. With the rise of the demon's hand, Deathstroke was lifted.
The demon saw this tiny human daring to oppose it and imdiately raised the hand that was intended to seize the mage, trying to squeeze Deathstroke to death in mid-air.
But Deathstroke twisted his waist flexibly, retracted the hook claw, and swung off in another direction. Just before his body passed the demon's eye socket, whoosh, three mini bombs were thrown in front of the demon.
The demon looked at the three small dots in front of it, turned its head disdainfully, and ignored them. It knew that these tiny bombs could not harm it. Even if the energy flow was disrupted for a mont, it could quickly reform.
Boom, boom, boom!
Three explosions took place beneath the demon's left eye, on its nose, and above its mouth, respectively. This ti, the demon had to retract its arms and cover its face, screaming in pain.
Seeing the thick smoke billowing from the spots where the bombs exploded, Deathstroke, who swung to the top of Brooklyn Bridge using his claw-hook, sneered, "How do you like the Holy Water Bombs?"
The demon appeared to be in great pain. It covered its face and shook its upper body, as it yelled out. The mage leading the group on the ground imdiately widened his eyes and waved, "Good opportunity, grab it!"
Whoosh, many red ribbons danced in the air and instantly wrapped around the demon's limbs. Two of the mages pulled hard, causing the giant demon figure to collapse.
The mages wanted to cut open the demon, but just as the demon fell, it turned into black smoke and disappeared.
Deathstroke then jumped down from the bridge. With the battle over and without obstacles in front, they could continue driving.
Deathstroke waved to Deadpool. Deadpool, standing outside the railing, shrugged.
Deathstroke didn't want to deal with him. He turned around to get in the car. But as soon as he opened the car door, he heard a roar from the skyline, and a huge green figure jumped onto the Brooklyn Bridge, crushing several cars in an instant.
The mages who were still studying the traces left by the demon, turned their heads. The leading Temple Grand Sorcerer yelled, "Hulk!"
"Stop him!" The voice of Captain Arica echoed from the end of the bridge. Even before he arrived, his shield skimd past Deathstroke's car.
Deathstroke closed the car door with a swing and drew out his weapon. He started to walk briskly ahead. In just a few paces, he saw a military helicopter flying over to the middle of the bridge.
A group of agents quickly descended. The lead female agent had vivid red hair.
"Steve, don't provoke him!"
The voice with a hint of a Russian accent rang out. Deathstroke knew this must be the Russian female agent Deadpool had ntioned. But he had no ti for this now.
He pulled out two pistols and shot twice at the green big guy, causing the female agent to glare at him. The creature known as the Hulk imdiately turned his head and charged at him, followed closely by the muscular man with the shield.
"Hold on, Steve, Natasha, let explain. He's my cousin. He's not a local. You can't..."
"HULK!!!"
Although the Hulk seed to be massive, his movents were surprisingly agile. He jumped back and forth within the bridge railing and landed in front of Deathstroke with a thud, aiming a punch at where Deathstroke was standing.
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