"I didn't expect that now we have to continue running.

For the time being, we can still delay him like this, but if there is really no other way, then let me see who has a tougher fate, me or this devil!"

Wayne said while suppressing his anger.

In front of these acquaintances, you still can't be too presumptuous.

People with social criticism don't like the feeling of being socially killed.

"If a group of people stabbed him with needles, what would be the effect of the back injury?"

Deadshot came up with an interesting idea.

Would it be effective to use attacks that are not fatal to each other to harm this demon, and to defeat individuals with numbers?

"It depends on who the target of his counter-injury is.

If you don’t plan to be the one who is stabbed to death by a needle, I suggest you don’t say it in front of him when you do!

Or maybe you were not in his sight when he started this action."

Wayne said angrily.

Deadshot turned his head and glanced at the Agren troll. He seemed to see a threat from that ugly face?

"So demons can feel pain, right?"

When Deadshot spoke, the movements of his feet sped up a little faster. Now there were only two people running.

Although Wayne will not avenge Jason Todd's murder, he will not throw Jason Todd to the ground to delay the enemy's pursuit.

When given a choice, Wayne would never give up on anyone.

It's just that in some strange situations, he doesn't have a choice.

Like the trolley problem...

"Devils can bleed, and demons can escape.

They are intelligent beings, at most the demons at the bottom have less intelligence.

But survival is the instinct of life.”

Wayne said and threw a hand ax at the demon again.

It may not have much effect, but there is still no problem in hindering the opponent's actions.

…

A little further ahead, Bloodsport turned a corner as Wayne and the others requested.

It's a bit unspecific to say that. He actually got through a hole like a dog hole...

His movements were very embarrassing, but fortunately no one saw him drilling the hole, so there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Fuck! Rat!?"

Bloody Sports looked at the little mouse in front of him with a dismayed face. The mouse's eyes were dark and seemed to be shining?

This little guy seems to have an IQ that surpasses that of ordinary mice, maybe close to humans?

To be honest, rats are actually a very smart species.

These annoying little bastards will never suffer a second loss in the same trap, and they even have good detection capabilities.

And there are simply too many rats. Like ants, these guys may be strong contenders for the position of ruler of this planet.

That is to say, no extraordinary existence was born among these little guys.

Blood sports are afraid of rats.

That's right, it's not hate, but fear.

Most people hate rats, and when they see rats, they may take out weapons and kill these little guys.

In the excitement, it is possible to surpass the men's football team and kick a kick that will shock the world.

But Bloodsport's fear of rats goes beyond these two categories, and he even gets stiff when facing rats!

This is also caused by his miserable childhood.

Speaking of which, childhood tragedies played an important part in the birth of these superheroes and super villains?

It's as if people with happy lives have completely lost the opportunity to be both.

Bloodsport, who was still a child at the time, had already begun training in the use of various weapons under the guidance of his father.

On that day, his training completion level was really low.

So he was locked in a closet-like place.

Of course... of course he didn't suddenly learn Parseltongue, nor was he born with any superpower that made glass disappear.

The only thing he faced was the rat that was always hungry and had green eyes!

Bloodsport did not fall asleep at this time, and naturally he did not lose his ears in his sleep.

He is not the fat blue guy who can only extend his "round" hand, although the two guys have the same fear of mice.

He listened to the sound of the mouse grinding its teeth and watched the little thing open its mouth towards him!

That mouth, which is obviously not big, seems to hold the whole world in it.

There was a dark, unknown sound.

The two front teeth in the mouth are one long and one short. The unevenness makes Bloody Sports seem to see the world tilting a little bit and being cut up a little bit!

Trembling?

Trembling has no effect!

Resist?

The young blood sport cannot resist!

Any movement he made in this cabinet would be the beginning of another torture for him by his father.

In fact, there is a chance that Bloodsport does not exist as a killer.

It's a pity that among his abilities, he didn't even receive formal education in addition and subtraction within one hundred!

He only uses weapons and kills people.

If you're not a killer, maybe you can become a full-time mercenary?

The noise of rats became his nightmare from that moment on!

Whenever he fell asleep, he seemed to be able to hear rats running in the walls.

Whenever he lost his mind, it was as if he was being watched by those hungry green eyes in the darkness.

The only thing to be thankful for is that blood sports cannot afford to live in ancient castles and mansions.

Nor does he have a cultist ancestor... 1

"Man, what do you want to do?"

Bloodsport said to the little mouse in front of him. He could definitely kill this little mouse with a slap.

But blood sports are trembling!

It was only then that he noticed that the little mouse in front of him was wearing a red vest.

"Were you raised by someone?"

Bloodsport said in a trembling voice.

He knew that mice could not speak human language, but if this mouse spoke human language, it would answer his question.

He might just slap it with a "Gah" sound.

Being face to face with a mouse was the limit of what he could bear!

The little mouse stretched out one of its front paws, closed the surrounding fingers, and made a V gesture.

This seems to be a greeting?
Chapter completed!