The Death Knell

On the roof of a building in Gotham's East District, Batman stretched out his palm and found that the snow suddenly stopped at some point. It stopped so abruptly, as if someone had stepped on the brakes for it.

"Afu, the snow has stopped."

The pointed ears send out invisible electrical signals, which are converted into sounds and carried back home.

The old man in the Batcave sat on the back of a high chair, facing dozens of large and small screens, wearing a very fashionable headset on his head.

In fact, when Barbara was checking various information, Butler Man was also verifying it, and also sent the brother's information to his young master for verification.

Because it's hard for Batman to trust someone, even if that person is Batgirl.

"Yes, sir, the external monitor at home has observed this. It came earlier than expected. Deathstroke is working very efficiently."

"And I'm looking at another Deathstroke now. The sniffer on the dark web must have information about his mission."

Batman crouched on the edge of the rooftop, just as he said, he watched Deathstroke lead a few friends into an inconspicuous bar, leaving large and small footprints on the snow.

This is the original death knell of Earth 0. In fact, the best thing to distinguish the older one is his hood. As a more nostalgic person, the old Slade prefers soft and close-fitting fabrics than the younger one. Face mask.

Maybe the defensive ability is a lot worse, but with the existence of martial arts and self-healing ability, this shortcoming is actually not that serious.

"I thought that this person who had been keeping a low profile for a long time had already washed his hands of the enemy. Not long ago, we had news that confirmed that he went to the Dark Multiverse to do something beneficial to Earth 0." Alfred typed on the keyboard. His typing speed is no worse than that of any young man: "And now he's back and accepted the clown's employment."

Batman had no other emotions and just replied calmly: "He is a mercenary. Everything is business. After the big crisis passes, he will start thinking about his own livelihood."

"Then do we need to contact Rose Wilson as a countermeasure?" Afu opened a window, where he invaded the backend of the international mercenary website and retrieved some information records: "The plunderer is now working as a teacher in Titan Tower. And there was some ambiguity with Dick.”

The old death knell usually does not take orders through the website. He is more old-school and will ask the agent Dongqing to make an appointment with the employee. They will sit down in a pub together, discuss the commission and other aspects, and sign the contract in person.

He can't trust anything in electronic form, and this just adds a lot of difficulty to Batman's investigation. In an Internet age, nothing is safer than disconnecting from the Internet.

But this time he was not alone. He also brought four assassin friends, so investigating the employment records of those people was the same.

These four people are the Gunsmith, the Cheshire Cat, the Tooth Fairy, and the Black Arrow. Among them, the Cheshire Cat's Internet record is a mess. As an expert in chemistry and biology, the woman's computer skills are not worthy of her criminal performance. .

"Contact her as a backup plan. Now send the 'Night Climber' to my location." Batman watched them walk into the bar. Warm light shone through the window, and the shadows of several people were shaking. .

The Night Crawler is a special model of the Batmobile. It is equipped with a variety of heavy weapons and can also crawl on vertical walls. It is specially customized for the spacious sewers and underground rivers of Gotham City. It can be said to be a piece of equipment. Anti-death knell equipment.

No matter who Deathstroke is, he likes to go into sewers too much.

"Okay, sir, but are you sure you can't use more money to make them rebel?" Afu sent the information to Batman, and also proposed another better plan, that is, no matter how much the Joker gives them I'll give you double the money.

The background intrusion of the dark web is completed, Brother Eye's computing power has few rivals on the earth, the electronic employment contracts of Cheshire Cat and others have appeared on the screen, and the Joker has indeed paid each of them a large sum of money.

The money should have come from Luther, transferred directly from a secret offshore account to a third-party escrow in a Swiss bank, and no one knows what transactions were made between the two villains.

"Money doesn't make them afraid, but fists do." The lull in the snow allowed the moonlight to shine. At this time, it secretly shone behind Batman, but he and the shadow were still integrated: "They should go to the Black Gate. A period of time in jail instead of taking my money and going to Hawaii is not a lesson."

"Did you see the joke? She doesn't seem to have any plans to join the mercenaries?" Ah Fu began to collect the surrounding surveillance cameras and prepare for the start of the war.

"I'm short of manpower now, but I've asked Bat Wing to go look for her at the sewage treatment plant on the beach. The police are also rushing there, hoping to stop those people from gathering."

Batman has already seen the arrival signal of the Batmobile in his eyepiece, and only needs a button to start the scheduled procedure:

"And I have to deal with these bigger threats. Deathstroke's appearance worries me. Although he is not the one I am most worried about, this one is still a formidable opponent with foresight and foresight."

Even if there is no more manpower, except for the Bat Family and Gotham natives, members of the Justice League are not allowed to come to Gotham to do anything heroic.

There are different rules here, theirs won't work, and Batman can't let Diana kill millions of people to stop crime.

"Okay, sir, now that you have made your decision, I want to remind you that the clown is the biggest threat."

Ah Fu had a bad feeling in his heart. In other words, the Joker was always hiding in the dark, which was more like something Batman would do in the past.

As long as this lunatic doesn't show up, he is much more dangerous than a crocodile underwater.

"I understand, but I don't know what game he wants to play. Even if these mercenaries appear now as bait, I have to ask them about the Joker's plans, especially Deathstroke. He should have had a face-to-face encounter with the Joker. communication.”

Batman took a deep breath, knowing that he only had one chance to assassinate Deathstroke. Once he reacted, the battle would become a protracted one.

The Gunsmith is an expert in thermal weapons and explosives, and he must avoid being exposed to open areas for long periods of time; the Cheshire Cat is a poisonous person, and he must pay attention to poison and chemical protection; as for the Tooth Fairy, he is a psychopath who likes to collect the information of his victims. Being famous for replacing his own teeth is the least threatening thing.

But in the dark, it’s the bat’s home turf.

"Let's get started, Afu, launch the grappling hook and lure, and I'll take care of Deathstroke first."

The chariot that had climbed up the wall of a tall building nearby shot out a grappling hook with a special rope. This huge power claw penetrated the wall of the bar and wrapped around Deathstroke's waist.

The whole process only lasted 0.17 seconds, but Deathstroke still reacted, while the others still stood there stupidly.

Deathstroke's sword struck the rope, but there was X metal hidden in the rope, and it broke the one-handed promethium sword instead.

"Ha, smart." Deathstroke followed the direction of the rope and vaguely saw Batman, and then like a rabbit doll in a claw machine, it was pulled up to the sky by the rapidly tightening hook.

At the same time, a large amount of smoke erupted around the bar, and others saw black shadows approaching them. Everyone dispersed and began a battle of wits in the surrounding neighborhoods. Everyone thought Batman was staring at them.

At this time, on the rooftop a hundred meters away, Deathstroke had gotten rid of the rope around his waist and was face to face with the real bat.

"I heard your father died. They said you were insane." Old Deathstroke made a fighting stance and stood still in the snow on the roof.

"I have something to ask you, but now shut up and let's have a fight." Batman lifted his cloak and rushed over like a dark cloud.