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Chapter 268 Death Knell
"Death Knell", "The Terminator", "World's Number One Mercenary", "The Deadliest Assassin", "The Executioner", "Responsible for Over 600 Lives".

These are all the descriptions of Slade Wilson on the international arrest warrant, and even if you ask him this in person, he will not deny any of them, and he will think——what the hell is there to hide?
In a way, Slade Wilson is definitely a badass, a real villain, even a serial killer.But he doesn't quite think so himself, in fact he thinks he's a good guy.For him, "Death Knell" is not himself, but just a job, a job he loves.

The job required him to travel a ridiculous amount, but it also allowed him to make friends he wouldn't normally meet.Like Tiggs—a stocky, middle-aged man with round glasses who has been Deathstroke's manager for the past year and a half, since the previous one got shot in the head.

Tiggs is one of the few people that Deathstroke trusts, and is usually responsible for picking up work for him.

Just the day before yesterday, Tiggs arranged a new mission for him, told him to meet in Russia today to explain the details, and assured him that this was an ordinary mission with very easy money.This is the best condition for Slade.

In a luxurious suite of a hotel in Russia.

While sitting on the sofa in the suite, waiting to meet Tiggs, violent images suddenly flashed through Slade's mind. They were all intense and familiar images, accompanied by a spasm of pain.Slade gritted his teeth and pressed his head, staring at the one eye, trying his best to capture every picture that flashed in his mind.

He vaguely saw a huge team in the snow, and he single-handedly rushed to meet the thousands of troops.He held a gun and shot left and right without fear, and the blade of the sword shuttled back and forth among the crowd. The silver-white blade was dyed blood red all over, and the bright red blood flew around in the white snow.

It's not that he has done such desperate things in his career as a death knell mercenary, and he is feared by so many people precisely because he is a desperado.But this part of the image is completely unknown to him. Although it looks familiar, there is no part of this part in his memory.

Could it be that he forgot?

It is also theoretically impossible. With the effect of genetically modified drugs, Slade's brain utilization rate is as high as 90%, far exceeding the 10% of ordinary humans, which makes him almost never forget anything. Unless someone uses special means Force him to forget.

The headache came and went quickly, and it had happened several times in the two days he had been in Russia.Slade vaguely felt a sense of disharmony, and felt that his memory after he came to Russia was a bit weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.But generally speaking, his intuition is always very accurate.

Just as he was thinking about it, it was time for the scheduled meeting. Tiggs, with a chunky figure in a suit and a small suitcase in his hand, entered the suite and sat opposite Slade.

"What? Didn't sleep well yesterday?" He greeted like an old friend, "You don't look very energetic."

"It's enough for this mission." Slade said coldly, "I already know the price, and I have no objection. Tell me the details."

Tiggs stopped talking nonsense, and simply showed a photo and handed it to him.In the photo was an ugly man with a pale complexion and disgusting wrinkles all over his face. A pair of dark red eyes shone with a dangerous and fierce light.

"This man's code name is 'Possum'. Currently, we only know that he has the self-healing ability that can be restored almost infinitely." Tiggs said, "Your task is to catch him."

"Of course, I recognize him." Slade said indifferently, "This ugly ghost is barely an old friend of mine."

"Are you close?"

"Not at all." Slade said indifferently, "and work is work, as long as someone is willing to pay, it's the same to kill anyone."

"Ha, this is the Slade Wilson I know." Tiggs patted him on the shoulder and turned, "Speaking of which, have you heard about your son recently? It seems that there are reports that he is in trouble."

"Jerico?"

Speaking of this moment, the previous strange feeling hit again.Slade felt a violent shock hit his brain, making him tremble involuntarily.

Tiggs noticed his strangeness and asked strangely, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Slade pressed his head, his temples seemed to be throbbing.

"No, I haven't heard anything about my son for a long time." He shook his head, got up and walked out, "That's all for today, I will finish the task and meet again later."

Tiggs looked at him suspiciously for a moment, but finally said nothing.This is the relationship between them, as long as they do their jobs well, they won't ask too much about each other's private affairs.

And on the same day, Eric also came to Russia's territory with Aegis.

Two days after Ruth Wilson, the Daughter of Deathstroke, snatched the Beta armor, Aegis discovered her trail, but it was still a little late after all.She was already sitting on a two-hour flight when SHIELD noticed, and the destination was Russia.

And I don't know if it's a coincidence, but SHIELD also has reliable sources of information that the famous international mercenary Deathstroke was also in Russia these two days, which has to arouse speculation.If you plan for the worst, Ruth might just rush to Russia to join hands with her father.

Of course, Eric didn't think so. He felt that Ruth's dislike of her father was not lying to him in the bar. he.

However, such a possibility cannot be ignored.It just so happened that Aegis' informant in Russia had grasped the whereabouts of Death Knell, so they decided to use Death Knell as a starting point, first trying to subdue Death Knell to see if they could get information about his daughter from him.

"This is probably the case." Coulson, who was in charge of the operation, roughly explained the situation to all the participating agents in the operation base, and then projected the ugly face of the man code-named "Possum" on the big screen.

"According to intelligence, this person is the target of Death Knell's trip." Coulson said, "Death Knell has always been careful, and his whereabouts are extremely difficult to track, but his target is different. We can use this man as a bait to arrange, Waiting for him to take the bait."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and deliberately glanced at Eric who was sitting in a corner of the room and was distracted.

"Have you any questions, Mr. Charlotte?"

"No." Eric shook his head, paused, and said, "I just think that the death knell may have nothing to do with the events we are concerned about. I don't think Ruth will come to him."

"Then what else do you do?"

"No, not yet."

"Then it's settled." Coulson said, "Everyone get ready, the time for action is tomorrow night."

(End of this chapter)