Tong Hu dodged and quickly turned, pulling a short knife from his thigh and holding it horizontally in front of him, just in time to block the dagger's thrust.
"Not bad, now you have the qualifications to fight me."
Seeing Tong Hu block his attack, the Mimic Master showed no anger. Instead, a smile curved his lips. He then exerted force, using a flourish to disarm Tong Hu of his short knife.
With the knife gone, Tong Hu dared not delay, quickly retreating a few steps to create distance from the Mimic Master.
Whether it was the bombs or the recent black shot, both came from the Mimic Master's hand.
It was widely known that the Mimic Master could copy an opponent's moves just by watching and turn them to his own use.
This meant that engaging in combat with the Mimic Master would lead to him learning one's signature techniques and using them against them. This was why fighting the Mimic Master always felt like fighting one's own shadow.
However, human memory was finite, incapable of storing an unlimited amount of knowledge, skills, and moves. Even the Mimic Master could not achieve this.
Even after following Bai Qi, who had greatly enhanced his brain's capacity with magic, it was still insufficient.
Therefore, the Mimic Master could only choose to forget, discarding unnecessary and less useful moves to make space for copying more potent techniques.
To ascertain if an opponent was worthy of his learning, the Mimic Master would conduct a few probes before combat. Had Tong Hu perished in any of these, it would indicate Tong Hu's limited strength, not even qualifying for the Mimic Master's study.
Tong Hu, a former high-ranking agent who had done many dirty deeds for the US government, was no stranger to the legends of the spy world. Even though he had now betrayed them and donned a terrifying skull mask, judging by the opponent's tone and his ability to mimic at a glance, Tong Hu recognized him immediately.
"You're not Anthony Tony..."
Before Tong Hu could finish, he was interrupted by the Mimic Master.
For the Mimic Master, who had always possessed excellent emotional control, few things could shake him. However, merely hearing Tong Hu utter the words "Anthony Tony" caused his emotions to spiral out of control.
It was evident that the Mimic Master had very unpleasant memories associated with being Anthony and was extremely reluctant to recall his past.
"Enough. There is no longer Anthony. There is only me, the Mimic Master."
With that, he discarded the dagger in his hand, reached down to pick up the short knife Tong Hu had dropped, and charged forward.
Originally, the Mimic Master intended to improve himself by learning Tong Hu's moves through their fight. However, his emotions were now in turmoil, his attacks ferocious, leaving Tong Hu no opportunity to strike.
But precisely because of this, the Mimic Master, desperate for victory, finally unleashed his accumulated prowess. Moves from various superheroes and supervillains poured forth, each move distinct and not repeated: Spider-Man, Deadshot, Kraven, Sportsmaster, Cheshire Cat, even Green Arrow and Batman. Sudan Novel Network.
At this moment, Tong Hu felt as if he were fighting the entire world.
Just as Tong Hu was being ground into submission by the Mimic Master, on the other side, Harley Quinn, riding Killer Croc, had stormed into the experimental building.
The soldiers outside had been unable to stop the pair, so the guards within the building stood no chance.
After swiftly dispatching the guards who rushed to their deaths, they arrived outside the main control room.
"Ooh yeah, first one to get there! Almost got the winning move!"
Just as Harley was excitedly about to charge into the main control room, a massive spiked ball on a chain smashed into the ground before her. Fortunately, Harley dodged in time and was not hit.
"Whoa."
Most people would retreat at this point and look to see where the ball came from. But Harley was no ordinary person. Rather than wondering who threw it, she wanted to figure out how heavy this iron ball was, which had gouged a depression in the ground.
Harley playfully attempted to lift the ball by its chain, but several tries ended in failure.
"Wow, it's so heavy; I guess my hammer is still the best."
After a few attempts, she found her own wooden mallet more familiar to use.
As Harley pushed the door open again to enter, the main control room door was opened from the inside. A blond man in a mask emerged, casually tossing a ninja blade that embedded itself directly in front of Harley, forcefully pushing her back again.
"It's... a hottie!"
Seeing the Sportsmaster emerge with an aura of menace, Harley Quinn felt no fear. Instead, she praised his physique.
"Miss, this is not a place for you."
He then drew twin blades from his waist and lunged at Harley.
But facing the murderous rush of the Sportsmaster, Harley remained in place, grinning.
Just as she was about to be struck, Killer Croc appeared again, using his tough hide to block the incoming blades.
"Little Harley, go set the bombs. Masked man, I'll fight him."
Killer Croc engaged the Sportsmaster in battle. One was a technician, the other a powerhouse. In terms of brute strength, the Sportsmaster was no match for the thick-skinned Killer Croc, but in terms of skill, the Sportsmaster was streets ahead of Killer Croc.
The result of their fight was that neither could defeat the other for a time.
The Sportsmaster's initial plan was to fight Tong Hu, for which he had prepared beforehand, carrying only light and agile weapons. However, the Mimic Master had intervened unexpectedly, and Tong Hu was now being dominated. This left him with only the tough-skinned Killer Croc.
Against the thick-skinned Killer Croc, his short knives and shurikens were useless, barely even scratching him. Even using the chain ball by the door, the damage inflicted on Killer Croc would be minimal.
However, it had to be said that the clumsy, brute-force-only Killer Croc couldn't hit the agile, cat-like Sportsmaster.
But Killer Croc didn't need to defeat the Sportsmaster. In his eyes, all he needed to do was hold the opponent off, buying Harley enough time.
As for the Sportsmaster.
Ultimately, his objective was the same as the Suicide Squad's: to cooperate and play out this charade, making Waller believe the Cadmus Project had turned to ash in the explosion.
Therefore, even knowing his attacks had little effect on Killer Croc, he calmly maintained his original rhythm.
As Harley Quinn finished planting the bombs and prepared to withdraw, the Sportsmaster deliberately allowed Killer Croc to hit him, feigning a severe injury and inability to pursue.
However, as soon as Harley and Killer Croc departed, a shadow ninja appeared and whisked the Sportsmaster away.
Emerging outside, Harley Quinn swung her wooden mallet, taking down every soldier in her path with a single strike. Noticing the time was running out, she didn't forget to shout with an exaggerated expression, "It's going to explode!"
Boom!