One more chapter! Will post later!
Deadshot's depleted uranium armor-piercing round tore through the air.
With a spiraling fiery trail, it shot straight for Ter-Ror's brow.
That bullet, capable of penetrating tank armor, was watched by everyone with bated breath.
It stopped.
Just less than a centimeter from Ter-Ror's brow.
Two fingers.
An ordinary-looking index and middle finger effortlessly caught the high-speed spinning bullet.
Deadshot's tactical goggles instantly flared red.
Data streams scrolled wildly, then completely froze.
ERROR! ERROR! VIOLATION OF PHYSICAL LAWS!
BULLET KINETIC ENERGY: ZERO!
TIME: 0.001 SECONDS!
THIS ISN'T FUCKING SCIENTIFIC!
Floyd's brain also crashed.
He watched Ter-Ror bring the hot, deformed bullet to his eyes.
As if examining a cheap piece of candy.
"Too slow."
Ter-Ror shook his head, his tone full of disappointment.
"I thought the strongest assassin on Earth would give me a surprise."
He flicked his finger.
The bullet shot back at ten times its incoming speed.
"Whoosh—!"
The bullet grazed Deadshot's cheek.
Leaving a bloody mark on his face.
Then it slammed into the watchtower behind him.
"Boom!!!"
The entire three-story reinforced concrete watchtower was instantly blown to smithereens.
Deadshot touched the blood on his cheek.
Cold sweat instantly soaked his combat uniform.
If that shot had been off by a centimeter.
His head would be gone.
"Impossible!"
Floyd completely lost it.
The miniature submachine guns on both his wrists fired simultaneously.
The sniper rifle on his back also automatically aimed.
Tracer rounds, explosive rounds, freezing rounds, electromagnetic rounds.
Various special bullets formed a storm of metal.
Completely engulfing Ter-Ror.
"Da da da da da—!"
Gunfire roared like thunder.
The muzzle flashes illuminated the entire plaza.
In the observation room, Harley excitedly slapped the glass.
"Woah! Fireworks show!"
"Even prettier than Pudding's bombs!"
Killer Croc let out a low growl.
Captain Boomerang nervously licked his lips.
In the central control room, Waller stared intently at the screen.
Her knuckles were white from clenching.
This was Deadshot's full firepower output.
Enough to level a city block in three seconds.
If this didn't work.
Then there was truly no way.
The smoke and dust cleared.
Ter-Ror stood unharmed in his original spot.
A faint layer of white aura emanated from his body.
All bullets, when they approached within a meter of his body.
Were like hitting an invisible wall.
They deformed and melted.
Falling powerlessly to the ground.
Not even touching the corner of his clothes.
"That's it?"
Ter-Ror yawned.
"I thought you were more impressive."
Deadshot's hands began to tremble.
His proud firearms.
Were like toy water guns in front of the opponent.
Just then.
A silver light flashed from the shadows.
Captain Boomerang, George, used the smoke and dust as cover.
He threw his most prized Super-Speed Blast Boomerang.
The boomerang cut a strange arc.
Circling behind Ter-Ror.
"Die!"
George gritted his teeth.
This was his ultimate move.
It had never missed.
Ter-Ror didn't even turn his head.
He reached back and grabbed.
Precisely catching the high-speed spinning boomerang in his hand.
"Click."
The boomerang stopped spinning.
Ter-Ror glanced at it.
"Quite cleverly designed."
"Too bad."
"Useless."
He casually tossed the boomerang back.
The boomerang turned into an invisible blur.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"
Four consecutive whooshing sounds.
Captain Boomerang's four limbs were instantly pinned to the distant wall.
Spread out in a perfect 'big' character.
Only his crotch had a hole torn in it.
Yet he was unharmed.
"Ah ah ah ah!"
George let out a pig-like scream.
Not because of pain.
But because of shame.
His underwear had a little yellow duck pattern.
And it was clearly visible to everyone.
Harley laughed so hard she doubled over.
"Hahaha! Little yellow duck!"
"So cute!"
In the central control room.
Waller's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Her proud ace.
Wasn't even considered a Joker in front of the opponent.
The humiliation and powerlessness made her tremble all over.
This was the first time she had felt despair.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
She furiously slammed the control panel.
Coffee cups shattered on the floor.
Ter-Ror clapped his hands.
As if dusting them off.
His gaze turned to the remaining two people.
Harley Quinn, who was drooling and eager to try.
And Killer Croc, who was letting out a low growl and was enormous in size.
"You."
He pointed at Killer Croc.
"Your skin looks pretty thick."
"You should be able to take a few more hits, right?"
Killer Croc, Waylon Jones, was completely enraged.
He hated it most when people commented on his appearance.
Since childhood.
Everyone treated him like a monster.
Now there was another one.
"Roar—!!!"
He let out an earth-shattering roar.
The concrete ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.
His massive body, like a heavy tank.
Charged furiously towards Ter-Ror.
Opening his gaping maw, capable of biting through steel plates.
"I'm going to tear you apart!"
Waylon's eyes were filled with the flames of fury.
This time.
He would make this arrogant guy.
Know what a true monster was.
In the observation room.
Harley excitedly jumped up.
"Big Croc's going to go wild!"
"This is going to be a good show!"
Deadshot leaned against the wall.
Watching the scene with complex eyes.
He no longer held any hope.
Even his bullets were useless.
What good would Waylon's teeth be?
Captain Boomerang was still hanging on the wall.
His little yellow duck underwear fluttering in the wind.
He had completely given up thinking.
Ter-Ror watched Killer Croc charge towards him.
A look of interest appeared on his face.
"Oh?"
"Finally, someone who looks somewhat decent."
He stretched his fingers.
Ready to have some fun.
Killer Croc's charge kicked up a gust of wind.
The ground trembled beneath his feet.
That gaping maw drew closer and closer.
Sharp teeth gleamed in the moonlight.
Just as he was about to bite Ter-Ror.
Ter-Ror moved.
He extended his right hand.
Fingers splayed.
Accurately pressing on Killer Croc's forehead.
"Stop."
One word.
Killer Croc's massive body instantly froze.
As if a pause button had been pressed.
All the impact force disappeared without a trace.
Waylon's eyes widened.
He felt as if he had run into a mountain.
No.
Even more solid than a mountain.
Ter-Ror's palm didn't budge an inch.
Like an insurmountable wall.
"Good strength."
Ter-Ror nodded.
"Much stronger than those two toys."
"But still too weak."
He gently pushed.
Killer Croc's two-meter-tall body.
Was pushed away like a rubber ball.
Flipping several times in the air.
Finally crashing heavily to the ground.
Creating a man-shaped crater.
Waylon struggled to get up.
Blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes full of unwillingness.
He had never been defeated so easily.
This sense of humiliation almost drove him mad.
"Want to continue?"
Ter-Ror tilted his head and asked.
"I can play with you for a while."
"Nothing else to do anyway."
Waylon gritted his teeth.
And charged again.
This time he was smarter.
No longer charging in a straight line.
But dodging left and right.
Attempting to find Ter-Ror's weakness.
Unfortunately.
In the face of an absolute power disparity.
Technique was meaningless.
Ter-Ror didn't even move his feet.
Just casually waved his hand.
And sent Killer Croc flying again and again.
Like swatting flies.
"Boring."
Ter-Ror shook his head.
"I thought there might be some fun."
He looked at the last person.
Harley Quinn was excitedly clapping her hands.
A crazy glint in her eyes.
"It's your turn."
Ter-Ror pointed at her.
"Crazy woman."
"Let me see what you've got."
Harley grinned.
Revealing her pearly white teeth.
"Oh yeah!"
"It's finally my turn!"
She hoisted her baseball bat.
Bouncing towards Ter-Ror.
"I'm really good, you know!"
"Are you ready to be defeated by me?"
Ter-Ror looked at this crazy woman.
Feeling a little curious.
She had no special powers.
Just an ordinary person.
Why was she so arrogant?
Was she really crazy?
Or did she have some trump card?
Harley raised her baseball bat.
And swung it at Ter-Ror's head.
"Take this!"