Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

Two hours later, inside the Gotham Clock Tower.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped suddenly, and a middle-aged man who was shirtless, with only a towel covering his private parts, walked out barefoot.

The man has only one eye, gray hair and scars all over his body, which seem to tell of his unpeaceful past.

Slade Wilson, the mercenary king known as "Deathstroke", is taking an unusual vacation in his career.

Because an unnamed Mr. Bruce Wayne, the Batman, asked him to tutor a bunch of brats.

"Next time you come back, remember to take the main entrance." Slade walked to the small bar nearby, poured himself a glass of bourbon, and said softly. "Also, don't touch my equipment without my permission next time."

"You and Wade are as careless as a bird...my dear 'cousin'."

"If you don't poke the needle with your equipment, I'd like to get one for myself." On the loft-style second floor, Chen Yan was stroking Mr. Deathstroke's suit with one hand and playing with Deathstroke's katana with the other, marveling at him, "Kay Chainmail made of woven Fura fiber and connected with heavy metal...it just feels a bit heavy, my beloved 'cousin'."

"I heard Bruce say that you are also a mercenary in your own world..." Slade poured the wine in the glass into his mouth leisurely and savored it, and then said softly, "It seems that everyone in the Wilson family likes it. Doing something like killing people and selling goods, isn’t it?”

"Hmm. Although I am not as violent as you and Wade, the people I kill basically deserve to die."

Chen Yan put down his hand on the death knell suit with some satisfaction and put the katana back into the scabbard. He responded to Slade casually, and in his field of vision, a message popped up on his personal panel.

"[Epic Creation·Engineering·Forging DeathStroke Metal Armor] has been detected, and the relevant component drawings have been recorded."

"[Epic Creation·Engineering·Forged DeathStroke Metal Warblade] has been detected, and the relevant component drawings have been recorded."

Won Ma.

The drawings of Deathstroke's clothes can also be improved. Chen Yan can use some cheap materials to make a beggar's version. Previously, in the 2014 timeline of the main world, his nano suit was damaged by Kasinov He has acquired a lot of nano-robots, which can only be used as his mask at present. Before getting Batman's multi-functional lathe, he still needs a set of combat clothes.

The black hooded windbreaker he is wearing now is still a good-quality village dress he bought in Japan.

"I didn't expect people to be quite upright. Don't tell me that the Wilson family has a superhero." Slade chuckled and shook his head, "Oh my God, if Wade knew about it, he would definitely laugh at you. "

"First of all, I'm not super. Compared with you and Wade's abnormal abilities, I'm far behind." Chen Yan rolled his eyes and slowly walked down the stairs from the second floor. "Secondly, I have lives in my hands. It's not too much to say too much, but not as much as you and Wade..."

"But I'm not a hero by any means."

"Ho?" Slade raised his eyebrows and looked in a certain direction meaningfully, "I thought you and Bruce were from the same group."

"I know he can spy on this place at any time, cousin, no need to remind me." Chen Yan came to Slade's side, poured himself a glass of bourbon, and said with some disdain, "I promised Dick wouldn't be in Gotham." Kill as many people as you like, as long as those Gotham villains don’t mess with me.”

"But I think if Batman and those little birds are here, the villains won't be able to find me."

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"What do you think?"

In the dark huge cave, Batman looked at the picture on the screen and asked Nightwing beside him.

"I stood and watched." Dick said expressionlessly, "Brad is right, your suspicion really needs to be treated. If Gotham didn't need you, I would have sent you to Dr. Leslie. I’m going to give you some psychological counseling.”

"You don't even have countermeasures against me, do you?"

Bruce looked at Dick silently and didn't reply.

"It's because of your annoying personality that I left Gotham for Bludhaven, Bruce." Dick sighed, rubbing his temples with a headache, "You set up countermeasures for everyone. Measures, have you ever thought about it, if you have a problem one day, who will counter you?"

"..." Bruce responded with silence, then sighed helplessly and whispered into the microphone on the side. "Start the administrator program, administrator password, I'm Batman, open the Agamemnon Protocol event file list."

Icons appeared on the huge display screen one after another, a red and blue S, a dark golden flying eagle, a simple and elegant trident, a fluorescent green lantern, a red lightning with gold edge... and a black bat mark.

Bruce looked at Dick's reaction and saw Dick's expressionless face, then spoke into the microphone: "Open the file, command code... Detective."

The black bat icon instantly enlarged to fill the entire screen, and a frontal photo of Batman appeared in the upper left corner of the screen. Then, a large number of text descriptions gradually emerged.

"The Agamemnon Agreement – ​​Codename 'Detective'."

"Name: Bruce Wayne."

"Also known as: Batman, the Dark Knight, the best detective in the world."

"Batman is a master of strategy and combat, but he's only human."

"Option 1: The best way to deal with Batman is to distract him and make him lose his cool. His parents are a very good blind spot. This is the reason why he became Batman, protecting the innocent and fighting evil. "

"Option two: kidnapping hostages is also a very good way to distract him. Kidnapping his relatives and friends will be more effective."

"Both options can be pursued simultaneously."

"Warning, please consider carefully before implementing plans related to Batman's tactics."

"I can't believe you don't even believe in yourself..." Dick complained expressionlessly, "You even wrote down the tactics against yourself in such detail... But I think it may not be detailed enough."

"It seems you've noticed it too." The corners of Bruce's mouth raised under the mask.

"Please, I'm your best student..." Dick said helplessly, "Brad said before that he was glad that the Batman he met was not someone who kills people and laughs..."

"It's hard to imagine you laughing..."

"Joker." Bruce's expression turned serious at this time, "If I get excited about killing and even laugh... maybe I laugh, just like Joker."

"You mean..." Dick's face turned ugly. "Joker's blood...and his special laughing gas?!"

"I hope my inference is wrong, but..." Bruce whispered, his expression extremely solemn, he turned around and shouted into the microphone: "Batcomputer, create a new tactical file under the 'Detective' branch of the Agamemnon Agreement, the content I’ll add it later.”

"File code name, tentatively decided..."

"The Laughing Bat."