The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 90 Night Owl
"not now."

The Arab stepped back half a step, and let the blade of the katana brush against the tip of his nose, cutting open the delicately groomed beard.

The knife was merely a deterrent, and both sides knew it. Ars al-Ghul had no intention of fighting to the death, and Deathstroke would not fight such a difficult opponent without receiving a commission.

Sure enough, the two fell apart as soon as they touched each other, and Death Knell took the knife back to its sheath, retreated to the depths of the alley, and stared at the leader of the assassin.

"Just tell me that the people under the snow in the suburbs were sent by that force," the Arab pinched the cuffs of his suit and said calmly, "Since our goals are the same, this request should be granted."

"The same goal does not mean that we are allies." Deathstroke laughed sinisterly: "And it is very likely that my employer will not welcome people like you to settle in Gotham."

Before the words fell, ten figures jumped down from the rooftop,

They were all wearing pitch-black hoods and black cloaks, and glasses shaped like night owls were embedded in the opaque masks.

There was a flash of surprise in Ars Al Ghul's eyes. He knew the identities of these people.

Beware the Court of Owls, that watches all the time,

Beware of the Court of Owls, who watch you all the time,
Ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch, behind granite and lime.
Peeping at Gotham City secretly, hiding in the attic with low walls.

They watch you at your heart, they watch you in your bed.
He is with him when he lives at home, and he also exists when he is lying on the bed.

Speak not a whispered word about them, or they'll send the Talon for your head.
Don't mention his name, and the claws will find your head.

This nursery rhyme is about a legend that a group of mysterious people called the Owl Court ruled Gotham City in the dark, using a killer named Claw to carry out their will.

These killers have received strict training, hiding in secret bases all over Gotham City, and as long as necessary, Talon will kill all those who violate the court rulers.

For so long, Batman has been the only thing keeping them from taking Gotham, and now, the Dark Knight is dead.

The barrier has disappeared.

"Unexpectedly, you were hired by these night owls." The leader of the assassins understood clearly, and said to the death knell in the corner: "When did you mix with these people?"

"I don't care about the identity of the employer, as long as someone pays the bill." Deathstroke said hoarsely: "Unfortunately, for the time being, there is no one who bids higher than the owl court."

"Good evening, Mr. Ars Al Ghul." A certain claw of the owl said: "I heard that you want to destroy Gotham?"

The Arab spread his hands and sighed, "It seems that I came at the wrong time."

"Indeed." The sharp claws surrounded the leader of the assassins, and countless blades were faintly aimed at the vital points of the Arabs. "If you take your people and leave here, maybe we can live in harmony."

"Put away your knives." The leader of the assassins was calm in the face of danger, without even twitching his eyelashes, "Ask your master, ask him if he wants to be bombed by ballistic missiles along with the whole manor in a few minutes."

The pupils of the sharp claws shrank suddenly, and the blade in his hand was pulled out with a "bang", and it was placed on the neck of the Arab.

With the blade touching his skin, the leader of the assassins said calmly: "I don't need to destroy Gotham, but I want to participate in this action against human massacres."

"why?"

"The court of owls targets human slaughter to erase the unstable factors in Gotham City," the leader of the assassins stretched out his finger and pushed away the blade, "and I want to see the true face of the person who can kill Batman. "

The Court of Owls noticed Rentu who killed Batman, and secretly watched Rentu's struggle with Hydra.

As much as they dislike Hydra sneaking around trying to invade Gotham, the Court of Owls would rather not have a completely uncontrolled butcher in their city.

Owl Claw thought for a moment, then said, "That's all?"

"So far, that's right." The assassin leader conceded and said, "You can't get any benefits from him anyway, can you? And he's not that easy to deal with. He can kill an entire armed nine with a fire axe." The presence of the Snake Elite Squad, and by the way, the capture of Baron Sterak, is beyond the scope of the Court of Owls."

After all, the Arab curled his lips at the death knell in the corner, and said, "Otherwise, you wouldn't need to spend a lot of money to invite him to come over, would you?"

Claw was silent, and after a long time, he got a prompt from the higher-ups through the intercom headset, "You can participate in this operation, but the Assassin League can't take the lead, and you can't take Rentu or his body away afterwards. .”

"Deal." Ars Al Ghul showed a rare smile, walked straight to the end of the alley, and before stepping into the street full of neon lights, he turned and smiled at the owl claws and said: "I have a hunch, He'll be here tonight."

Deathstroke asked, "How do you see it?"

"." The leader of the assassins sighed and said in a poetic aria: "Death knell, maybe you are the best assassin among the assassins, proficient in tactics, fighting, strategy, and planning, but you don't have that kind of intuition, the intuition of a slaughterer."

Deathstroke just wanted to refute, when he heard Ars Al Ghul say with a blank face: "I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and I have killed ten times and a hundred times as many enemies as you. You know that one person kills the biggest feature?"

no answer

The leader of the assassins stretched out his fingers, flicking away the candy crumbs left by the children on the suit, and added the second half of the sentence indifferently, "It doesn't matter."

Deathstroke squinted his eyes thoughtfully, as if thinking of something.

Ars Al Ghul went on to say: "A butcher doesn't care about the movement of livestock, struggling, crying, screaming, and begging for mercy. These behaviors are meaningless in the eyes of a butcher."

"Sorry, I'm not a livestock." The death knell said with a sneer: "And these owls don't think of themselves as poor worms who are eager to kill in the fence."

There was no warmth in the eyes of the leader of the assassins, he just stared at the death knell, as if he wanted to see through the armor to see through the dirty soul hidden underneath.

"I have seen the photos of the Richard Sapa family massacre in the Gotham police system," the Arab said. "For Rentu, creating enemies, searching for enemies, and killing enemies can be combined Finished, efficiency comes first. Maybe at this very moment, he is already sharpening his knife, preparing to paint this Christmas with an indelible blood."

An inexplicable depression came here, and everyone not only raised their heads, staring at the gloomy sky.

In the cloud layer, there was no shadow of the bat lamp.

(End of this chapter)