Gotham Dark Godfather

It is said that at this moment, on the high seas from Hong Kong to New Guinea, a dilapidated ship is sailing alone, day and night, and even there is heavy fog on the sea, with no intention of stopping.

"I hope the weather will be calm and the cargo will reach its destination," the captain said worriedly. At the same time, he kept searching the sea surface with his binoculars, seeming very worried.

"I heard that these guys hired a mercenary named Deathstroke to attack us this time. I don't know what this guy is capable of, which makes you so frightened." A young man in a suit beside him said disdainfully, seeming to be interested in the captain. Very dissatisfied with caution.

"Humph, young man, not knowing this name will only make you superficial. After all, when the death knell rings, no one can escape the death it brings." The captain said impatiently: "I knew you were being targeted by him. I will never take this job under any circumstances..."

"Stop telling me those long talks." The man in the suit clicked his phone a few times, and then smiled: "I checked on the dark web. Deathstroke's name appeared as early as 30 years ago, and he was active in multiple battlefields. In other words, this guy may be over 50 years old. At this age, both physically and mentally, he has already failed. I really don’t understand why you are afraid of him. I have prepared many young and powerful experts to take charge of this transportation. Even if... ..."

However, before he finished speaking, the whole ship suddenly trembled, as if a running horse was being restrained by the reins, and the huge inertia directly knocked the person directly onto the deck.

"Captain, the propeller seems to be entangled in something, and the engine has malfunctioned and cannot start." A sailor reported hurriedly.

The captain turned pale when he heard the news.

"Is this a situation like being entangled in a fishing net? Damn it, this is a common method used by Somali pirates." The captain shouted excitedly: "If you encounter an enemy attack, be ready for battle immediately."

At the same time, a small speedboat quickly sailed towards the ship.

The person driving the boat can be vaguely seen.

With a burly body,

The headband fluttering in the wind,

Two knife handles were exposed behind him,

Even from a great distance, he could feel a murderous aura rushing towards him.

"Death Knell must be in this costume." The captain was almost frightened by himself and kept shouting.

"Whatever, even if the ship can't move, this guy dared to come over just by himself. He really made the biggest mistake in his life. Organize a shooting immediately and don't let him get close." The man in the suit quickly ordered his men to prepare for the attack. resistance.

However, the inertia of the ship stopping just now caused almost everyone to fall to the ground. Now they want to get up and return to their posts, but they are always a few seconds late, let alone organize an attack. They almost have their guns ready. , but Deathstroke's boat had already sailed in front of the ship, and he couldn't see any movement clearly. The king of mercenaries, who was known as the best in the world, had already appeared on the deck.

The man in the suit was so anxious that in just a few seconds, he lost the best time to counterattack.I really don’t know how this Deathstroke is so lucky. Even if it’s a little late, he won’t be able to board the ship so easily.

But even so, the man in the suit did not panic. After all, he had many men and horses, and several super humans with special abilities. One of them was even more invulnerable. His skin had been specially blessed and could block all gun attacks. Therefore, He didn't take that mercenary seriously at all...

But just as he was thinking about it, a scream came from the deck.

I saw the invulnerable guy roaring and rushing towards the death knell. However, the opponent didn't even plan to shoot to test. In almost the blink of an eye, he discovered the opponent's ability. Without saying a word, he lifted up in the air, his legs seemed to be flexible. Like a python, it wraps around the neck of the superpower, and then twists it violently

click

With just a crisp sound, the invulnerable superpower lay limply on the ground, unable to move any longer.

"As long as the attack is in the right position, even one ounce of weight is enough to kill an adult." Deathstroke said slowly, his voice like a cold poisonous snake, making people feel chilled all over.

The sailors on the deck looked at each other in panic, and they all saw timid looks in each other's eyes.

"Now what are your last words?" Deathstroke said coldly, and at the same time he drew a samurai sword from behind and walked towards the crowd slowly.

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Ten minutes later, the ship was still floating in place, but the deck was stained red with blood, dripping into the sea along with the waves.

The confident man in a suit just now had his head removed, and his eyes were full of fear, as if he had seen something incredible, so that after his head was cut off, all his expressions were fixed on that moment.

Deathstroke sat in front of the pile of corpses, taking off his hood. His messy gray beard and hair, his face full of vicissitudes, and his blind eye looked particularly ferocious. Anyone could see this guy from Deathstroke's face. Having gone through countless Shura fields, it is almost the best portrayal of a human weapon.

"The mission is complete. Come here according to the coordinates." Deathstroke simply said a few words to the communicator, and then threw it into the sea.

As the most powerful mercenary in the world, the legend of Deathstroke continues to be played out. Every time he takes action, he is successful without exception, which makes this veteran who has traveled to various battlefields feel a little tired.

"Is it still too weak? You complete the task in less than 10 minutes each time... Isn't it time to give yourself some new challenges?" Deathstroke wiped the katana and thought to himself: "The career of a mercenary may no longer be that satisfying. My eyes light up..."

At this moment, another satellite phone on Deathstroke rang. After it was connected, a hoarse voice said:

"Hey, are you the legendary Deathstroke, the best mercenary in the world?"

Upon hearing this line, Deathstroke snorted coldly and replied:

"If you don't even know this question, then don't call and waste my time."

After saying that, I was ready to hang up the phone.In fact, many times there will be people like this who find their contact number through information hidden on the dark web, and then call them out of curiosity to confirm whether they are an urban legend.As a result, Deathstroke was only willing to take jobs from regular customers most of the time.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the person on the other end of the phone was obviously anxious and said quickly:

"Wait, sir, we have a lucrative commission here. We hope you will come to Gotham. Regardless of whether the negotiation is successful or not, we will pay you $50 for the conversation. Please come..."

The name Gotham crossed Deathstroke's mind. I heard that the newly-rising mercenary Bain was defeated and captured here.It is said that there is a place with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I never expected that business would find me.

Maybe the commission from that dangerous place would be more interesting than the current business of robbing ships and killing people.

"Oh, if that's the case, just send your address as per the rules, and I will consider making a trip." Deathstroke said casually: "But I remind you, if you want me to do something, the fee will be higher than the so-called conversation fee. It’s much more expensive”