Chapter 371: death

Decades of assassin's career has had a deep impact on William Cobb, the most prominent of which is his way of doing things.
When ordinary people face troubles, they first think of using their mouths, and then they are using their hands. They rarely have the idea of ​​killing.
He is different!
When he could solve a problem with murder, William Cobb never spoke.
Just like now, knowing that the four sharp claws on the opposite side are all poor people who were caught by the Owl Court and forced to train just like him, but he didn't have the slightest intention to save the other person in his heart.
Killing is the best way to solve the problem.
This is the perception of William Cobb.
The black dagger slowly came out of its sheath, and the blade was shining with blood in the moonlight, and the smell of blood spread around. With a low growl, William Cobb strode forward.
The four claws spread out in order to form a circle, attacking from different directions.
The shadow of the knife was light, and the flesh and blood splashed.
The five men fought into a group, and the simplest and quickest killing skills were displayed on the beach. In just a few seconds, William Cobb had six more blades on his body.
Similarly, the four claws are not good.
In the next second, the wound healed and returned to its original state, and William Cobbett fought again.
The silent fight will only end when weapons collide. The few people seem to have no emotions in the killing machine. No matter what pain they encounter, their eyes remain unchanged, as cold as water in a deep pool.
On the dock not far away, Dick who saw this scene covered his mouth, his eyes full of horror.
Are they still human?
Power and speed beyond the limits of human beings, fast-healing bodies, cold-blooded and tyrannical fighting skills, Dick saw the shadow of the devil in them.
The fighting among the five was extremely fierce, and the overflowing blood almost dyed the sand red.
William Cobb's combat power ranks in the forefront of the Talons, but the opponent is also prepared. Each of the four Talons has the strength to fight him. In the case of four-on-one, the situation quickly became clear.
There were more and more wounds on his body, and his limbs became weak.
when!
The dagger was knocked, and William Cobb, who was staggering, was kicked to the ground. Two sharp claws took advantage of the momentum and pierced his heart with a knife. William rolled back, taking a handful of sand and throwing it into the opponent's eyes. go with.
The two sharp claws quickly raised their hands to block them.
William Cobb took advantage of the trend and swung his knife straight at the opponent's neck.
The weak point of the claws is the head, and if you cut off the head, you will die.
The sword's edge dashed through the air, and with a pounding sound, it was blocked by another knife.
Puff!
Another sharp claw struck from the side, and the blade penetrated the back and plunged into the spine.
The blood squirted like a fountain, and William's eyes were blank. In an instant, he lost control of his body. The four claws made a bold move and chopped more than a dozen knives on him. The last knife was inserted into his throat, almost cutting his neck. Off.
Dick, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help screaming. He quickly covered his mouth, but was still heard.
A sharp claw looked in his direction, and Dick turned his head and ran when he saw that the situation was bad.
The four looked at each other, one sharp claw chased, and the rest stayed, grabbing William Cobb's hair and lifting it in the air, swinging a knife to chop off his head.
The body that had lost his head fell on the ground, and blood spurted from his neck and penetrated into the sand.
Born in the early twentieth century, William Cobb died with countless blood on his hands. His body fell on the beach, and his head became someone else's spoils.
After the mission was completed, the three claws turned and left. As for the partners, no one was worried.
How can a child escape the hunt of the claws.
...
Dick ran desperately and hard, trying to pour all his energy into his legs to get them to exercise.
He couldn't understand why those people were fighting together?
too frightening.
They are not humans at all, just like monsters.
There is also an envelope. There is a bank card and an address in the envelope, which seems to be specially prepared for him. Why did he do this? Who is he? Why do you look so much like your father?
Is it grandpa?
No, grandpa died a long time ago, and he went to the tomb to worship.
Not grandpa, who is it?
Whoosh!
The sound of breaking through the air hit the sky quickly, Dick quickly twisted his body, his thigh was still stabbed with a flying knife, and fell to the ground screaming.
The black shadow rushed from behind, exuding a strong breath of death.
No, my parents’ hatred has not yet been reported, so I can’t die here.
Dick endured the pain and got up, clenching his fists, staring at the assassin who was approaching.
At this moment, the courage he showed was heartbreaking. Unfortunately, the claws were not humans, but puppets who obeyed orders. Faced with the young man who was barely supporting, he drew out his short sword with no expression.
The smell of blood is coming!
Dick roared like a beast struggling to the death, rushing forward boldly.
The short knife pierced the air...
when!
Sharp Claw's face changed suddenly, and he didn't respond yet. He was hit his abdomen and flew out straight upside down.
A tall figure appeared in front of Dick, as thick as a mountain, looking at the pair of demons with double horns, the boy cried out in surprise.
"Batman!"
Bruce said solemnly, "Hide behind the house."
"I see, you have to be careful, he is very powerful, like an undead."
Dick pinched his right leg and limped back.
Bruce stared forward coldly.
"Are you... Claws?"
The only answer to him was the indifferent and merciless dagger. Bruce raised his hands, his arms popped out of the metal blade, and he fought against his opponent.
Sharp Claw is agile, powerful, and possesses the most professional killing skills.
This technique is extremely dangerous for ordinary people, but it is not enough to see in front of the master. In only half a minute, Bruce understood the opponent's weakness, smashed the falcon and shattered the mask with one palm, moved forward with his left leg, and curled his right hand. grip.
boom!
A heavy blow fist knocked the claws several meters away.
Blood foam overflowed along the corners of the mouth. Obviously, this punch caused great damage to the sharp claws. What's more troublesome was that the mask was broken.
Feeling the refreshing sensation from the face, the expression of the claws also became weird, just like the way William Cobb was when he was smashed into the mask, dazed, confused, apprehensive, scared, uneasy...
He quickly got up from the ground and left without looking back.
Bruce clenched his fists, and finally stopped, turned and walked to Dick.
"Are you Dick Grayson?"
"Yes, Mr. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I'm Dick Grayson, I...I..."
"How about the legs?"
"It's okay, it will be fine in a while."
Dick opened his mouth to indicate that he was fine, but his face was as white as a piece of paper.
Bruce was silent for a moment, then said slowly,
"I'll take you to heal your wounds."
Bruce called the Batmobile and gave Dick a simple treatment with the medicine inside, and then returned to the dock alone.
A dozen corpses were scattered near the dock, and one of them was headless.
Bruce stood in front of the corpse, eyes full of doubt.
"Why die here?"
"Why didn't Luke Xiao show up?"
"Could it be that I was wrong?"