N-A-A Chapter 64 Have you ever heard of an owl?
Chapter 64 Have you ever heard of an owl?
Chapter 64 Have you ever heard of an owl?
Eastside.
A black luxury sedan slowly rolled over the gravel at the entrance of the alley.
Penguin gripped the steering wheel tightly, his short, thin body nestled in the driver's seat, a black umbrella beside him. He was a very good driver, driving slowly, so even when going over some potholes, the ride wasn't too bumpy.
Lucas, wearing a demon mask, sat in the back seat with his eyes closed, seemingly resting.
The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Suddenly, a dozen black figures appeared on the rooftops on both sides of the alleyway, silently lurking in the darkness.
They resembled a group of predators who had been waiting for a long time, just waiting for their prey to step into their trap.
Oswald was completely oblivious. He still gripped the steering wheel firmly, his short, thin body swaying slightly with the minor bumps in the vehicle, and he was even humming a tuneless little tune.
It wasn't until the car rounded a bend and its headlights were blocked by an illegally constructed shed that it seemed as if a switch had been flipped.
"Bang bang bang".
"Bang bang"
An orange-yellow light first burst forth in the darkness.
next moment.
A burst of intense, ear-piercing gunfire erupted instantly.
Bullets clattered against the car's body and windows, scattering tiny sparks.
This car, which was Sal Maroni's personal vehicle during his lifetime, is clearly of good quality and has been specially designed with anti-theft measures in place.
The bullet struck the glass, leaving a large white mark, but it didn't shatter immediately. The brass-colored oval bullet then became lodged in the middle of the glass.
"Heavy gift crabs, someone attacked us!"
The sudden shooting startled Oswald, who was filled with terror.
He never imagined that he would be ambushed on his way to the banquet.
"It must have been an assassin sent by that Roman."
Penguin frantically steered the wheel while cursing Falcone fiercely.
"Obviously not."
Lucas leaned back on the leather seat cushion, his wrists clasped together, his fingers interlocked, steadily supporting his chin.
With the help of [Divine Insight], he saw through the filth hidden in the darkness at a glance.
They were all dressed in dark, tight-fitting combat suits, and wore owl-shaped cutout masks on their heads.
"Who are these assassins?" Oswald asked, a look of fear and confusion on his face.
"That depends on whether that Italian has been in contact with any organization in secret."
Lucas spoke calmly, showing no concern for his current situation.
"Salf?" Oswald thought with surprise and doubt.
Despite being equipped with bulletproof features, the front tires couldn't withstand the barrage of fire from the assassins in the shadows and burst out on the spot amidst a series of ear-piercing tearing sounds.
After losing its tires, the entire vehicle went out of control.
Oswald's face was contorted with rage as he gripped the steering wheel with all his might, trying desperately to control the car, but he still crashed violently into the old brick wall beside him.
The front of the car was completely deformed, and the hood was raised high like a tin can that had been flipped open.
Oswald was the first to be hit and immediately fainted.
As cars are scrapped.
In the shadows, the faint, intermittent humming of an owl nursery rhyme drifted up, its cold, ethereal tone mingling with the chilly wind: "Beware the court of owls, always watching your every move."
Peeping at Gotham City from the shadows, hidden in the shadows of the stone walls.
I watch you eat your meals by the stove, and I spy on you as you sleep by your pillow.
Never utter his name in private, for his claws have nowhere to strike and take lives.
These assassins, wearing owl masks and wielding short knives, swiftly advanced from the shadows to surround us.
They were agile and swift, like death in the night.
The leader smashed the already cracked car window, opened the door, and dragged the unconscious Oswald out like a dead dog.
Then, following the same method, they prepared to drag Lucas out as well.
A pair of large, iron-like hands grabbed him directly.
The owl killer's expression changed instantly, but before he could react.
"Snap—" A crisp sound.
Lucas snapped the man's hand, then kicked him, sending the car door and the owl assassin flying several meters away, where he died instantly.
"Who gave you disgusting flies the audacity to come and cause me trouble?"
Brushing the dust off his suit, Lucas slowly stepped out of the car, looking expressionlessly at the owl assassins.
Faced with a situation that was clearly beyond their expectations, these owl killers only paused for a few seconds before reacting immediately.
They quickly reorganized their formation and launched an attack on Lucas.
"Bang."
Lucas simply reached out and grabbed a fast-moving owl assassin.
Without saying a word, the other party pulled the trigger.
The bullet ricocheted off instantly.
But then a muffled thud, like the clash of metal, rang out.
Immediately afterwards, the deformed bullet clattered and fell limply to the ground.
Through the hollowed-out owl mask, one can sense the shock and horror on the face of this owl assassin.
"A sneak attack is not a good idea." Lucas snapped the other man's neck.
Then, to the astonishment and shock of a group of owl assassins, he slowly rose from the ground.
"Since you like looking down on all living beings from a high place, then I'll show you what true 'overlooking' really means."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lucas suddenly lowered his body and swooped down, his black shadow cutting through the air at an extreme speed, like a dark lightning bolt.
A flash of silver light appeared in his hand, and heads fell to the ground one after another like ripe melons.
The owl killer, having lost its support, didn't have time to stagger or struggle. It fell straight forward with its momentum, thumping like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
The damp ground was quickly soaked with blood.
In a short while.
Only one owl assassin remained, completely terrified.
"You will be afraid, just like everyone else."
Lucas toyed with the dagger in his hand, blood dripping from the blade as if it were dripping into the heart of the owl-like killer.
"Where is the owl's underground palace?" An unquestionable voice rang out from the alley.
But the next moment, the owl killer's expression suddenly turned extremely painful, and he fell down after letting out two mournful howls.
His skin had turned black all over, as if he had been poisoned.
Lucas narrowed his eyes slightly, pried open the other man's mouth with the blade, and found a crushed, highly poisonous capsule inside his teeth.
He stood up silently.
This court of owls was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.
Even a regular owl killer can commit suicide so readily.
Just then.
A rough, deep sound came urgently from the other side of the alley.
Slade parked his motorcycle to the side, staring at the corpses scattered on the ground, his face filled with surprise: "Owl masks? Could the legendary Court of Owls really be real?"
"It seems you've never dealt with the Court of Owls before." Lucas turned to look at Deathstroke.
"I always thought it was just a legend, after all, it's been around for hundreds of years." Slade shook his head.
"Why did you come here?" Lucas casually tossed the dagger in his hand into the puddle.
"I heard gunshots and—Oswald's horribly awful howl." Slade shrugged and pointed to the unconscious Penguin.
"Do me a favor and get him to the hospital."
Slade nodded, hoisted Oswald onto the motorcycle, and asked, "What are you planning to do? Take down the Court of Owls' headquarters?"
"No, its enemy is a bat. But those idiots have successfully provoked me, so I'm going to give them a gift."
But before that, I need to attend a banquet.