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Chapter 87 The Assassins and Batman
Chapter 87 The Assassins and Batman
Shark King, whose real name is Nanawi.
The hybrid offspring of the ancient shark god Camo and a mortal.
They were the mixed-blood descendants carefully selected for the upcoming millennium war of the sea race.
However, because the shark owner's personality did not meet his expectations, his childhood was not good.
Turning his gaze away, Lucas slowly walked to Deathstroke's side.
The other person doesn't seem to be in good condition.
His injuries were too severe; even with his recovery abilities, he was struggling to hold on.
Fortunately, the super soldier's serum is still very powerful.
This can be seen from Captain America, while Deathstroke can barely hold on.
"Should I call a doctor?"
"Lucas asked."
"No need. I can hold on." Deathstroke waved his hand weakly.
The next moment, however, he looked at the bronze tiger, who was still stubbornly holding on.
"I didn't kill your fiancée."
After a two-second silence, Deathstroke spoke.
He and Bronze Tiger had known each other for a long time.
In their early years, the two worked together in the Assassin Brotherhood and were the most compatible partners at the time. They were also close drinking buddies who would risk their lives for each other, with an extremely high level of trust, almost to the point of sharing the same pants.
However, a series of unforeseen events led them to part ways completely and become bitter enemies.
The Bronze Tiger laughed sadly, "Even now, you're still trying to argue!"
"Ras Al Gu did indeed assign me the assassination mission, but I refused. That was the only mission I refused during my time with the Guild of Assassins."
Slade said calmly, "You're about to die, so I have no reason to lie to you. The one who actually killed Meiji was an ordinary assassin from the Alliance named Jane. He's already dead by my hand."
"In the Alliance, every assassin has their own key, and I obtained it after leaving the Alliance."
Slade laboriously pulled out a round chip.
The crystal-clear chip exudes a technological feel that seems out of place in this era.
Snapped.
The chip was left near the bronze tiger's paws.
Despite the excruciating pain of impending death, Bronze Tiger trembled as he picked up the chip.
The moment it was activated with a fingertip, a pale blue holographic screen popped up:
[Mission ID: Assassination Order No. 734]
[Recipient Assigned: Slade Wilson]
[Enforcement Entity Confirms: Refuses to Enforce]
[Second Assignment: Jane Rodman (Successful)]
The cold, standardized raw data gradually hardened the expression on the bronze tiger's face.
Decades have passed.
For decades.
He was convinced that it was the man who had been his sworn brother, fought alongside him, and called him Tiggs in private, who had personally shattered his only light for the sake of the mission.
This unwavering belief sustained him through countless life-or-death battles and countless deadly confrontations with Deathstroke.
His sole purpose in life was to defeat Slade with his own hands and avenge his lover.
But now————
"Ras al-Gu deliberately singled out the task for me."
"The point is to make everyone think that I did it."
"He knows that you and I are the closest of friends, and that I would never harm your lover, so he uses my name to issue missions and then assigns other assassins to carry them out in secret."
"The goal is simple."
Slade paused. "Trying to sow discord between us."
"The League of Assassins doesn't need close partners or personal relationships; it only needs killing machines that are suspicious and hostile to each other."
"You hate me, I'll guard against you; that way we'll never join forces to betray the alliance, and we'll only ever fight for it."
Lucas watched with great interest.
He wasn't particularly familiar with the Assassin's Guild, only knowing that it was a very large organization and that each assassin had their own exclusive key.
However, this key is normally owned by headquarters and will not be given to you even after you log out.
Deathstroke must have gone to great lengths to obtain this item.
It's surprising that Deathstroke, known for his cold-bloodedness, has such a past.
"Excellent tactic, Ras al-Gu, truly excellent tactic—"
The bronze tiger laughed a few times, and the next moment, he froze on the spot as if frozen, his eyes wide open in death.
I want to bury him.
After a long pause, Slade looked at Lucas.
"Of course you can, but don't you hate the League of Assassins?" Lucas naturally remained noncommittal.
"What good is hatred? It's too overwhelming. So overwhelming that I can't even muster the thought of resisting it."
Slade said, his face pale.
"I can help you." Lucas suddenly looked at Oswald: "Do you remember the correspondence you had with me a while ago?"
Fearful gas had caught someone's eye, and Jonathan Klein nearly got killed. It was the League of Assassins who were behind it all.
"Those damn bugs only know how to use these underhanded tricks. They need to learn who the real boss of Gotham is."
Oswald said indignantly.
With Lucas by his side, the Penguin speaks with great confidence.
Deathstroke's eyes flashed. "But the League of Assassins' base isn't here. One is in a mountain city in the Middle East, and the other is in the Hindu Kush Mountains."
"As for the few assassins who operate here, I don't know their exact whereabouts."
Lucas looked at Oswald.
Penguin immediately said, "After this period of covert investigation, we can roughly confirm the two locations: the abandoned factory in the East District and the cluster of safe houses at the dock warehouse."
Some time ago, when Scarecrow was researching fear gas, he was attacked by a mysterious assassin who killed Scarecrow's bodyguard and then tried to kidnap Jonathan.
Fortunately, Oswald arrived at the last moment with his men and drove them away with ample firepower.
Using his spies planted in every corner of Gotham, he successfully discovered the assassins' hiding place.
Slade's eyes flickered; he hadn't expected that this person from the small town of Smallville had already noticed the signs of the Assassin's Guild's activities.
"Now, tell me the exact location of the Assassin's Guild headquarters."
Lucas said.
He wasn't interested in the League of Assassins, but he was quite interested in the Lhasa Road Pool.
Such a good thing shouldn't be monopolized by a bunch of trash.
Besides, these scumbags provoked me, so I should just take them.
It is obvious that this was orchestrated by Ras al-Gu.
Otherwise, a group of ninjas wouldn't have taken the initiative to act.
And behind this, there's most likely the involvement of the Court of Owls.
As a former aristocratic group that has controlled Gotham for over a century, they would never allow the Penguins to turn the place into a mess.
One Wayne Group is enough.
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South Darbat, deep within the stone cave training grounds.
David Cain stood in the center of the position.
Beneath his gray hair, he wore a simple black, fitted outfit, his figure slender and upright.
As a top elder of the Assassin's Guild and a member of the Seven.
He held no weapon, his arms hung loosely at his sides, and there was no trace of murderous intent about him. Instead, he resembled a dancer waiting for music, yet he possessed an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger.
opposite.
He was his personally accepted apprentice.
Bruce Wayne.
He observed the other person for a long time.
David Cain saw in this young man a burning fire of revenge!
In addition, the other party possesses top-notch intellect, diligent work ethic, and terrifyingly exaggerated learning talent.
Perhaps he could be groomed as the ideal successor of the alliance!
Therefore, he taught with all his might.
now.
The Wayne Group's young master was wearing a gray coarse cloth short jacket, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.
"Attack me with your strongest methods!"
David Cain slowly extended his hands forward, his deep voice ringing out.
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