The Death Knell

After a moment of silence, Falcone suddenly burst out laughing. He smiled happily, full of high spirits and heroic demeanor.

"It's incredible that such a person has appeared in the world. If she were in our time, I'm sure Maroni would pay her to kill me."

Sophia grabbed the white cat's ears, shaped it into the shape of a rabbit, and corrected him without interest:

"Uncle Maroni can't pay so much. Deathstroke is a mercenary. She clearly puts a price on the target, usually 30% of the target's total net worth. I checked her current price for Blisswain, not counting bats. The heroine's identity is just Bliss on the surface, guess how much it is?"

"How many?"

Falcone also became interested. He took a sip from his wine glass and asked his daughter curiously.

In their day, of course, they often dealt with killers. The cheapest way was to find a random gangster on the street, which cost about a few hundred dollars.

He couldn't even remember how many times he hired people to solve troubles when he was young. It was probably until the family grew stronger and had family thugs that outsiders were no longer needed.

He wanted to know the recent price trends because he had not bothered with such 'little things' for a long time.

"Bliss' holding ratio in Vayne Enterprises is 80%. Taking into account all real estate and investments, as well as inflation over the years, her net worth is approximately US$80 billion, so Deathstroke's offer for her is US$24 billion. , she would kill Bliss if someone paid her that amount."

Sofia counted it on her fingers, and the result was an astronomical number.

"Pfft, cough..." Falcone was also choked by this method of calculating remuneration. He coughed a few times, wiped the drink from his mouth, and said, "She... ...I really dare to ask for it..."

From this point of view, Deathstroke is really powerful and willful, as if everyone's life is a commodity with a clearly marked price, just waiting for rich people to buy it in Deathstroke Supermarket. No money? You don’t have the money to hire the world’s best mercenary? Find some gangsters on the street!

"So according to this calculation, even if there is a death knell at that time, you are still safe, father. Although our family does not have a physical industry, the annual protection fee income can also be used as a calculation standard. At that time, your price should be more than 100 million, and Uncle Maroni can only price it at 40 million, so he should be the one worried every day."

Only then did Sofia come to the conclusion, which made Falcone not know what to make of his expression. He always felt as if he was very poor, and Bliss was too good at making money, right?

"How did Bliss do it? The Vayne family and the Kane family combined can't be so rich." Falcone asked her. He had been working as a gangster in Asia for all these years, let alone Vayne. En Group is doing serious business.

Sophia shrugged: "She's caught up with the information age, Dad."

"But if the death knell is priced like this, can there really be business?" Falcone was confused. He put down his wine glass, feeling that he was really old and couldn't accept the current prices...

"Well, business is very good, because celebrities like Bliss are not everywhere on the street. Ordinary people are the ones who have the most vendettas. Just like what she said on TV just now, basic service, 2 million US dollars."

Sofia sat up straight, looked at Gordon who was completely immersed in the world of memories, and continued to explain to her father:

"Suppose you are a small boss, but your competitors always give you trouble. At this time, you only need to contact Deathstroke for 2 million, and the other party will disappear that night. When you wake up the next day, you will get With a bigger market, you can even swallow up your opponent’s business. You will feel that the money is well spent and there will definitely be no clues to contact you.”

"That's it? Her highest charging model is an astronomical figure, but the lowest charging allows ordinary people to afford her?" Falcone felt that the price standard was very vague.

"Well, Deathstroke doesn't care who you want to kill or why. She's just doing business. Of course, the richer and more famous the target is, the price will go up," Sophia explained.

Falcone pondered for a moment and picked up the wine glass again: "But Barbara is not an exception. Deathstroke's target is Gordon. Why did he want to kill Barbara? No one paid."

Sofia didn't know the answer either, she could only guess.

"I heard that Deathstroke is a very emotional person. When she is happy, she can kill for you for free, but when she is unhappy, she will kill everyone she sees. Barbara must be unlucky."

"Madman, another madman." Falcone shook his head, becoming more and more impatient with this city. He couldn't wait to see the new Gotham: "In that case, let the death knell be buried with the old Gotham. No matter how strong she is, she can't survive the venom rainstorm, which is also a comfort to Gordon."

"Yes, father, but our other group of guests haven't arrived yet. They may have been delayed by the storm." Sofia also became serious, put the cat down and let it go aside.

"The League of Assassins will be delayed by heavy rain? Is this a joke among you young people? They are never late, especially for revenge."

Falcone immediately rejected her idea, saying that he knew them very well:

"Let our surveillance equipment operate at full capacity and keep an eye on every shadow entering and exiting the city. When they step into Gotham, we will launch venom into the clouds so that they can never leave."

Sofia nodded, and her long black hair trembled into a small wave, which was covered with some red in the firelight, but soon she asked: "But, will Lei Xiaogu and Talia come?"

Falcone regained his calm expression, put his hands on his knees, and sat up straight:

"Yes, when they know that their opponent is me, they will definitely come, because they know that their assassins can't do anything to me... Are you sure Gordon left a clue for them?"

Sofia smiled and nodded. She poured herself tea from the teapot on the table. Her technique seemed to have been specially practiced and looked very elegant:

"Well, Director Gordon thought that I wouldn't find out if he secretly carved words on his glasses, but as a martial artist like me, I could see his little moves very clearly. I also made sure that the license plate number he left behind was correct, so I felt relieved. I brought him back."

"Very good. When the Shadow Dancer Alliance finds out that I was the one who killed them, and gets the clues left by Gordon, they will definitely go to the city soon to make preparations. Then they just need to let Lei Xiaogu and Talia survive. .”

Falcone praised her and felt that his daughter was much better than his son. As for Albert, he should study hard and go to school.

"Why do you want to keep them father and daughter? Father, are you soft-hearted?" Sophia asked him.

"No, not to mention that Lei Xiaogu and Talia have both been soaked in the Lazarus Spring and are very difficult to kill. The new Gotham also needs enemies."

"Otherwise you, Gordon, and Bliss will be a mess. You need an opportunity to unite. A crazy ninja master is just right as the opponent of New Gotham."

Falcone smiled and answered her, he knew that the new Gotham must be united, and only external forces can unite the three.

When the ninja master Lei Xiaogu loses all his men and wanders outside Gotham, Gordon and Bat will rely more on the power in the darkness and Sophia.

Sofia looked at Gordon. He seemed to be more awake, at least he seemed to be alive. Her voice was also softer: "But father, are you really sure that Director Gordon will cooperate with me?"

"I had doubts before, but now..."

Falcone picked up the wine glass and took a sip, his eyes resting on the confused Gordon.