Chapter 156 The death knell is coming

“This town has always been full of mystery.”

Bruce, who was flipping through the files, held several photos in his hands with a serious expression.

One of the photos clearly shows the exaggeratedly large claw marks on the abdomen of a Wayne Enterprises employee.

Ah Fu straightened his back and asked with a decent appearance: "So, do you plan to put on the armor again and go to the town?"

Although the old man's voice was calm, it could be seen from his trembling little finger that Ah Fu was in a turbulent mood at the moment. He was worried that his young master would suffer a broken back again.

"No, Alfred, maybe I can't rush there this time." Bruce shook his head and lowered his eyes: "There have been many murders in Gotham City recently, and the perpetrators will always leave some traces at the murder scene. A puzzle that points to something.”

"In order to prevent more people from getting hurt, I had to stop him."

"So, over there in Smallville?"

Bruce thought for a moment and tapped his fingers on the table: "We have money, Afu, and with money you can do many things, including having people do things for you."

Neither Batman nor Bruce is a person who doesn't know how to adapt. If money can be used to solve some troublesome problems, Bruce will immediately use his money ability to solve the problem.

While stroking his stubble, Bruce turned on the computer and controlled the mouse to log in to a mysterious website.

After placing a reward of half a million dollars, Bruce smiled lightly: "Then, all we have to do is wait."

"Da da da~"

Warheads roared and lines of fire intertwined.

In an abandoned factory filled with the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder, several men with their heads wrapped in white cloths pulled the triggers repeatedly, causing bullets to land on a steel plate not far away.

The warhead hit the steel and spattered sparks, leaving craters of varying depths visible to the naked eye from time to time.

The bullet hit the steel plate and made a "dinging, clanking" sound at the same time.

"Uh-huh!"

Within the dense line of fire, two smoke bombs flew to the ground, spitting out a large amount of thick white mist in the next moment.

Immediately afterwards, an orange figure suddenly jumped out of the bunker, holding two short submachine guns, pulling the trigger while rolling over the wasteland.

"Da da da~"

Unlike these guys with white cloths on their heads, the lone walker's marksmanship is far superior to that of this group of people.

Each bullet hit each person's limbs and torso accurately.

The head was pierced, plasma surged, and rich blood spilled along the gap. The same sound was heard as bodies falling to the ground.

"One, two, three."

The lone traveler listened carefully, counting the sounds of falling to the ground.

"Eleven."

The only single eye left under the orange-black mask narrowed slightly.

"Two hundred thousand dollars came in."

The assassin stuffed two mini-submachine guns into the holsters on his left and right thighs.

He sighed slightly, and reached out tiredly to take off the mask on his face. Under the mask, there was an image of a middle-aged man full of vicissitudes of life.

The unruly beard, the white hair, and the sinister eyes,

He has a strong body, a height of more than 1.9 meters, and wears an orange and textured battle armor.

The two sharp and slender samurai swords on the back all prove that this is a character who is not easy to mess with.

The man's name is Slade Wilson, codenamed Deathstroke, an evergreen tree in the mercenary world, and the strongest mercenary in the world.

His firearms fighting skills are among the best in the world. At the same time, he participated in some special experiments by the military when he was young, which gave him super self-healing and the terrifying ability to develop his brain to 90%.

"Well done, the payment has been received."

Not far away, Slade's assistant Holly walked over with a smile on her face. After throwing a cigar to her friend, Holly asked with a smile: "What are you going to do next? Go to a small island somewhere for a rest and vacation?"

"Rest?" Slade shook his head and refused: "Holly, I don't have time to rest."

"Please help me find another commission. You must rest after completing the next commission."

"I knew you would say that." Holly shrugged and handed the pile of documents in her hand to Deathstroke.

"This is a good mission I searched from the assassin website. The reward is good."

Slade thumbed through the files, wondering whether the rewards were proportional to the difficulty of the tasks.

Mercenaries are not fools. They will not accept tasks that are too difficult and thankless.

Slade quickly flipped through a lot of documents.

However, he was not very satisfied with most of them, either assassinating certain political figures or killing his employer's business competitors.

Until, rough fingers opened another document.

"Chasing a giant beast at the Smallville Township branch of Wayne Enterprises?"

"The reward is half a million dollars?"

Slade frowned.

Of course, he would not be fooled into thinking that this task was so simple, but Deathstroke was curious, what was the so-called giant beast?

Everyone is curious, to a greater or lesser extent.

"Holly, what do you think?"

"Me?" Assistant Holly smacked her lips: "I remember the name of this town. Someone once commissioned me to search for a gem in this town."

"Combined with this mission, maybe this town is not as simple as it seems."

"Isn't that more fun?" Slade picked up the mask in his hand and put it on his head.

The mask covered the blind one eye, and the remaining eye flashed with a fierce light: "We have accepted this mission."

The sun sets.

Under the dense forest, wet maple leaves covered the ground, rendering the entire land yellow and clear.

"quack!"

Several ravens howled, their claws stepped on the maple leaves, and they stared at a "giant" not far away with one bird's eye.

"Gah?"

A raven flapped its wings, slowly raised its head, and struck the "giant" on the forehead with its sharp peck.

"Well!"

The originally calm giant's body slowly trembled.

The crows were frightened and flew away in all directions.

Clark opened his eyes faintly, and heard the eerie cry of a raven in his ears.

The brain feels slightly dizzy, like a head after a hangover.

"What happened?" Clark rubbed his brow and stood up slowly.

Looking around, he struggled to recall the recent memories in his mind, and his expression gradually became weird: "I seem to have fainted?"

Without enough time to think about why he suddenly fainted, Clark stumbled towards the ship.

He must now take the aircraft back to join Jino and save his adoptive mother's life.

However, the aircraft was extremely heavy, like holding a mountain in his hand. The spacecraft that could have been easily lifted was now unable to shake at all for Clark.

"what happened?"

The superhuman strength that I was proud of in the past seems to have disappeared.

Clark frowned, spread his legs and clasped the edge of the spacecraft with his hands. He used too much force on his arms and his fingers turned white.

However, even with all his strength, Clark found that he could not move the spacecraft.

"I shouldn't."

Clark's face gradually turned pale. He looked down at the pale arm, and a ridiculous thought came to his mind: "Losed his ability!?"