Batman's Owl Godfather

"Your thanks?"

The Red Skull seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

"How on earth did you get in!"

While speaking, Red Skull had already started his own actions.

He suddenly reached out his hand, broke the glass of the display case, and pulled out the sword in the stone that once belonged to Captain Britain.

This magical weapon, which can split the barriers of the universe, has long been turned into scrap metal due to the death of its master. Now in the hands of the Red Skull, it can only be regarded as a sharp blade.

But that's enough.

The Red Skull twisted around and swung his sword, trying to cut off the enemy's body, but just before the sword in the stone was swung out, a cold light flashed, and a sword blade was already across the Red Skull's neck.

He drew his sword quickly, but unfortunately Deathstroke was even faster.

"Don't be so unkind."

Deathstroke applied a little force, and the blade pressed into the Red Skull's skin, oozing out a few traces of blood.

He said without any emotion: "Put down the sword and let's talk."

Red Skull's expression did not change at all.

As the president of a country, can a mere death threat threaten him?

Red Skull has his own principles, and his principle is that peace is the most important thing.

With a clang, the Sword in the Stone was thrown to the ground.

Deathstroke raised his toes, and the sword in the stone flew up and fell into his hand.

"What a nice weapon."

Deathstroke admired the Sword in the Stone and naturally put it behind his back.

It's his now.

"Let's get back to the business we just had."

Deathstroke retracted his sword, "Don't feel humiliated. You will have to thank me in the end."

The Red Skull took a few steps back, clutching his neck, breathing heavily.

He really felt death just now.

"What do you want?" Red Skull's tone was mixed with fear, "Is it money? Or territory?"

He just wants to send this guy away as soon as possible. It doesn't matter even if he bleeds heavily, as long as he can send this plague god away.

Then we'll deal with the incompetent security personnel in the presidential palace.

Their most beloved president was almost assassinated, and these people didn't even notice!

"Don't rush to ask me what I want."

Deathstroke always took the initiative in the conversation, "You made a god-level weapon and you want to use it to save your life?"

"How did you know?" Red Skull thought of the rebels he had wiped out.

Are there any survivors?

But after he asked this question, a cold light flashed before his eyes again.

Red Skull didn't even see Deathstroke draw his sword, and there was a bloody streak on his face.

“Don’t answer questions with questions!”

Deathstroke's patience has reached its limit, "You should have discovered by yourself that this method is useless. For example, your life is now in my hands."

This is true.

The weapon made from the head of Galactus is extremely powerful, but at the price, it is also very large and cannot be carried around.

Once the Red Skull is assassinated at close range, the weapon becomes a decoration.

"I can tell you how to deal with this problem, and I can even tell you who is trying to deal with you now."

Seeing that Red Skull was already hesitating, Deathstroke finally stated his terms of the deal.

"But in exchange, your next actions must be under my command!"

…

New Babylon, a bar.

When Bruce and his party arrived at New Utopia, it was time for them to say goodbye.

Hawkeye's next move was not intended to be followed by anyone.

Several of them sat together, with Hawkeye and Logan each having a large glass of beer in front of them.

Bruce was too young, so Hawkeye only ordered him a glass of juice, but Bruce didn't want to drink it, so he had to let Katum hold a straw in his mouth and slurp up the juice.

"It's time for us to say goodbye here."

Hawkeye raised the beer in front of Logan and motioned for the two to clink glasses.

"Are you still unwilling to tell me what happened to you that made you decide not to take action?"

"There's nothing to say."

Logan toasted with Hawkeye and drank the beer in one gulp.

He lit up a low-quality cigar, took a long puff, blew out the smoke ring, and sighed.

Logan closed his eyes, painful memories reappearing in front of him.

"It's just a little bit of wind and frost."

Although Logan said this, his voice was obviously wrong.

Hawkeye shook his head and said softly: "Speak out, you are almost at your limit. Keeping the past in your heart will only crush you completely!"

Logan opened his eyes.

"I can tell you everything."

He looked at Bruce and warned solemnly, "Boy, listen carefully, if you want to be a superhero, these will be your inevitable fate.

"If you are confused, don't embark on this path easily!"

…

Next, Rogan told a nightmare-like story.

"I thought it was just a normal night before it happened."

Logan leaned back on his chair and said slowly, "That night, an emergency alarm was issued in Xavier Academy for Geniuses, and countless criminals invaded the academy..."

He did not back down when faced with these heinous criminals.

The angry Logan stretched out his steel claws and fought with the criminals with a mentality of desperation.

In order to protect the students, he kept killing, and the blood stained his body red until he killed the last invading criminal-Bullseye.

"This is impossible!"

Hawkeye suddenly realized something was wrong, "Bullseye lived until five years ago. I killed him with my own hands!"

At that time, he had just lost his sight and started the final duel with Bullseye.

Hawkeye wins by aiming for Bullseye's heart and then shooting him in the head.

"Yeah, this only shows that I didn't kill Bullseye."

Logan's breathing became heavy, his body trembled, and his fists clenched.

"Not only is Bullseye fake, but so are the other criminals. They are all hallucinations I saw!"

Logan shed tears, but he didn't even notice.

"The true identities of those criminals are all my teammates and...children from the academy!"

Hearing this, Bruce was completely speechless.

He couldn't imagine what kind of hell scene it was, destroying everything he wanted to protect with his own hands. If it were him, he would definitely collapse on the spot.

"When I got to the last person, the hallucination disappeared."

Logan recalled painfully, "I saw Professor X lying in a pool of blood. His eyes were more desperate than mine, because those illusions were all created by him!"

The mastermind behind everything is the criminal Master of Illusions, who uses his illusions to control Professor X, just like what happened in "X-Men 2".

On this night, the X-Men were wiped out, leaving only Professor X and Wolverine whose faith had completely collapsed.

"They knew what we were capable of and everything was orchestrated."

Logan said, "If Professor

“That’s why Professor X and I were selected and became the executioners of this massacre.

"From that day on, the professor went completely crazy, and I still live in a state of confusion until now."

Logan took Hawkeye's beer and drank it again.

After telling what had happened in the past, he felt relaxed for the first time.

"Bruce, think about it yourself."

Logan finally said, “When you become a hero and your enemies can’t do anything to you, they will attack those around you.

"The hero's path represents eternal loneliness."

Bruce said nothing.

He didn't know if he could bear the price.

…

The night is getting darker.

Bruce and his friends were about to leave the bar, and they formally said goodbye at this time.

"I'm going to complete my mission!"

Hawkeye waved to them, "Logan, everything is over. You have to look forward. When I complete my mission, it will be equivalent to revenge for you."

The Red Skull is the biggest mastermind behind the scenes. Killing the Red Skull will end everything.

After saying his final goodbyes, Hawkeye turned and walked toward the door.

When he came to the street, he found no one.

"It feels so quiet, and there are no people from New Utopia on the street."

Hawkeye sighed in his heart for a moment, then withdrew his thoughts, "I have to work hard next!"