DC Tyrant

Chapter 358 Mercenary, death knell.

third day.

Although the identity of Batman was announced, Batty can still sit comfortably in the office of Wayne Building for the time being, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, watching the sun shining slightly in front of the window, showing colorful colors Light, lightly taste the orange Ceylon Highland black tea.

Since last night, I brought Ye Yi to see the Owl Court, and secretly put many hints into the mind of the Owl Court. The power, the sharp claws, are also in the hands of Bati, under the leadership of Ye Yi.

In an instant, Bati is enough to control all Gotham's economy, and today, by the way, Gordon is directly promoted to the acting chief of the police station, and the official appointment will be issued soon, and the old chief, because Corruption, went to jail.

"Master, 872 mercenaries have assembled in the auditorium."

Alfred knocked on the door, then pushed open the door of the office, stepped on the soft dark red handmade carpet, his shiny leather shoes got stuck in the carpet, stepped into the office, and said.

Bati lightly blew on the black tea in the white quilt, and the orange-red Ceylon Highland black tea rippled and wafted with a warm and mellow aroma. He sipped the black tea gently until he finished the cup of Ceylon Highland black tea. Di Cai put down the cup and saucer, took the tissue from Alfred, and wiped his mouth.

"Parliament, will, and the President, be in touch?"

Bady put down the tissue, stepped out of the office.

"I got in touch, master. Several congressmen seemed to think that the master was in trouble and offered a lot of money. They almost wrote on their faces that I was going to embezzle and ask for money."

"As for the President of the United States, he is very interested and said that if this is true, he can use Gotham as a test point for planning."

"There are three generals who were persuaded by our military weapons and agreed to meet them. If they can be persuaded, the next batch of U.S. Army weapons will be replaced. The 2 billion military expenditure will belong to Wayne Enterprises."

Alfred followed and replied slowly.

Barty laughed dumbfounded: "I'm not soliciting business for Wayne Enterprises. Contact General Sam Lane for me. I need him."

Alfred hesitated for a while, and said: "Master, I tried to contact General Ryan, but he seems to have a lot of opinions on the master."

"Probably because I was a superhero before, tell him that I have the weapons to restrain Superman."

"Yes, sir."

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Gotham Mansion.

synagogue.

The Great Hall can accommodate more than 2,000 people. At this moment, all kinds of mercenaries are divided into completely different teams. The appearance of Zhatui brings a bit of gunpowder and ice-cold atmosphere to this place.

There are bird hunting mercenaries with red ribbons on their heads, black water mercenaries in black, falcon mercenaries, wolf warriors, the famous Mike team who is extremely rogue and can escape, and on the side In the corner of the wall, like a ninja, standing in the corner, arms crossed, one eye closed, the king of mercenaries exuding a cold aura, Death Knell.

Everyone has varying degrees of fear of Death Knell, and coincidentally, his surroundings are far away from other mercenaries, as if isolated.

Famous mercenary squads from all over the world, of all races, all gather here.

In fact, there are more, but those who cannot pass the security check in the United States and enter Gotham, it proves that they are incapable and there is no need to appear here.

They were completely scattered, and small groups gathered together, discussing non-stop, Bruce, what exactly do you want to do?

"Mike, do we really want to cooperate with them? It seems that they are very professional." A thin, astute, mouse-like, small Asian man with a mustache asked his boss.

And this Mike is a big man from Russia. In Bati's world, this Mike is also the first person to surrender to Bati and become Bati's subordinate, and was later killed by Batman.

Now here, he is already a big man of nearly forty-five years old, with a serious face that seems to have a face full of anger.

"Don't be afraid, we'll follow along."

Mike spoke righteously and without shame.

The surrounding mercenaries cast contemptuous glances.

Mike is capable and has rich experience in battlefields and firearms, but he is a special case among mercenaries. He is particularly afraid of death, has excellent escape skills, and can easily give up various tasks, resulting in extremely poor reputation.

The mustache next to Mike nodded in sympathy, expressing that he had no opinion on the policies of Boss Mike.

"Bruce is a playboy, Batman's identity has been exposed, do you want us to protect him?"

"Are you stupid, Batman can beat ten of you with one Batman, and you still need to find protection?"

"I don't believe in Batman, I only believe in the gun in my hand."

"What tasks can he have?"

"Take a female star home to sleep?"

"Ha ha!"

"No matter what the task is, the value is right, even if I blow up the White House."

"As long as you have money, no matter what the task is!"

Amidst the sound of discussion, Batty and Alfred slowly walked into the square of the great hall, and there was silence for a moment.

Batty glanced at them. The mercenaries here had a sharp edge, and they looked at Batty without fear. Some even knew that Batman was him, and wanted to compete with provocative eyes.

"One month, one million dollars. Under my command, I will give you tasks of different value. If you complete them, there will be rewards."

Many mercenaries looked at each other in blank dismay, and some of them were alone, or two, three, or five-member teams, and they were already jumping into action.

One million is a good reward for a five-person team, wasting a month's time and splitting 200,000 per person. Compared with other dangerous missions, obviously, the mission in Gotham will be much safer .

The largest mercenary group with nearly fifty people, Captain Zuo Ke frowned, shook his head and said: "Our team, the average score of one million is only 20,000 US dollars per person, one month is too long , we won't..."

"One million each! One month!"

Bati said in a cold voice, it is not a problem that can be solved with money.

He had no one under his command. Even if Batman had money, he didn't think about having a large number of subordinates. He couldn't fulfill his plan at all. Batty had to spend money to form an army.

To make Gotham brighter, Batman can't do it alone. Batman can be used as a symbol, but there must be talents under his command.

Nothing can be done by one person.

"Wow!!!"

The whole metropolis erupted in an instant.

There are 872 people here, one month, that is to say, Bruce needs to pay 872 million US dollars in employment expenses, which is simply astronomical for this group of people.

Now they know why this guy can be Batman, but they can only be mercenaries.

"I promise!"

"Me too!"

"It's been a long time since I met such a rich fat sheep... No, the employer."

"Okay, I promise."

"After finishing this ticket, I will go home and get married!"

"accepted!"

When many mercenaries enthusiastically agreed, there was a cold snort, a distinctive cold snort.

The death knell leaned against the wall, with a cold look in his one-eyed eyes.

"One million, you want to buy me a month? Batman, you are too whimsical."

Ba Di looked at this misfit guy. Deathstroke does have abilities, which is different from other ordinary mercenaries.

"You can be my bodyguard, two million."