Dc Violence -Kun

Chapter 358 Mercenaries, death knell.

The third day.

Although the identity of Batman was announced, Batman could 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, shining colorful colors. Light, lightly taste the orange-red Ceylon Heights black tea.

Since last night, I took Night Wing to see Fukurou Court, and secretly sent many hints to the Fukurou Court’s mind. The entire Fukurou Court has been okay, and it is gradually being controlled by the Palestine. There is a lot of darkness. The power and the claws are also in the hands of the Master, under the leadership of the night wing.

At that time, it was enough to control all the economy of Gotham. Today, Gordon is directly promoted to the acting chief of the police station by the way. A formal appointment will be issued soon. The old chief is because Corruption and entered prison.

"Master, 872 mercenaries have already assembled in the hall."

Alfred knocked on the door, then opened the door of the office, stepped on the soft dark red handmade carpet, with bright leather shoes sinking into the carpet, stepped into the office, and said.

Badi gently blew the black tea in the white quilt. The orange-red Ceylon Highland black tea rippled and rose with a warm aroma. He gently sipped the black tea until he finished drinking this cup of Ceylon Highland black tea. Emperor Cai put down the cup and saucer, took the tissue that Alfred handed over, and wiped his mouth.

"Parliament, will, and the President, have you contacted?"

Badi put down the tissues, stepped out, and went out of the office.

"I got in touch, my lord. Several councillors seemed to think that my lord was in trouble and made a big price, so he almost wrote on his face that I want corruption and I want 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 trial point for planning."

"There are three generals who were persuaded by our military weapons and agreed to see them. If they can be persuaded, the next batch of US Army weapons will be replaced with 2 billion military expenditures by Wayne Enterprise."

Alfred followed and replied slowly.

Badi laughed blankly: "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 weapons to restrain Superman."

"Okay, sir."

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Gotham Building.

Synagogue.

The Great Hall that can accommodate more than two thousand people. At this moment, all kinds of mercenaries, divided into completely different teams, appeared here, bringing a bit of gunpowder and cold air to the place.

There is a bird hunting mercenary squad with a red ribbon tied on its head, a black water mercenary in black, a falcon mercenary squad, a wolf mercenary squad, the famous Mike squad who is extremely rascal and can escape, and aside The corner of the wall, like a ninja, stood in the corner of the wall with his arms folded, his eyes closed, the king of mercenaries exuding a cold breath, death knell.

Everyone has varying degrees of fear of the death knell, and coincidentally, his surroundings are very far away from other mercenaries, as if they are isolated.

From all over the world, various races, famous mercenary squads, all gather here.

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

They were completely scattered, a small group gathered together, and they kept talking in low voices, Bruce, what exactly did he want to do?

"Mike, do we really want to work with them? It seems that they are so professional." A thin, clever, small Asian man with a mustache, asked his boss.

And this Mike is a big Russian man. In the world of Bardi, this Mike is the first person to surrender to Bardi and become his subordinate. He was later killed by Batman.

Now here, he is a man nearly forty-five years old, with a serious face like an angry face.

"Don't be afraid, we will pick up the leaks."

Mike spoke righteously, without the slightest shame.

The mercenaries around cast contemptuous eyes.

Mike has the strength and rich experience in battlefields and firearms, but in the mercenary group, he is a special case. He is particularly afraid of death and has first-rate escape skills. He can easily abandon various tasks, resulting in a bad reputation to Ultimate.

The eight-character Hu beside Mike nodded in sympathy, saying that he had no opinion on Mike's boss's policy.

"Bruce, the playboy, the identity of Batman has been exposed, does he want us to protect it?"

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

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

"What task can he have?"

"Abduct a female celebrity home to sleep?"

"Ha ha!"

"No matter what the task is, the value is suitable, I dare to bomb the White House."

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

Amidst the sound of discussion, Bardi and Alfred walked slowly into the square of the Great Hall. For a moment, there was silence.

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

"One month, one million U.S. dollars. Under my command, I will give you tasks of different value. Once completed, there will be a bounty."

Numerous mercenaries looked at each other, some of them were single, or teams of two or three people, five people, already leaping into motion.

One million for a five-person team, a month’s time wasted, and each person is divided into two hundred thousand. This is already a good reward. Compared with other dangerous tasks, obviously, the task in Gotham will be much safer. .

The largest mercenary group with nearly fifty people, Zuo Ke frowned and shook his head: "Our team, one million average points are only 20,000 US dollars per person. One month is too long. , We don’t..."

"One million per person! One month!"

Badi said indifferently, what can be solved with money is not a problem.

There is no one under him. Even if Batman is rich, he has not considered a large number of his men. He can't complete his plan at all. Batman can only use money to smash a legion out.

To make Gotham bright, it is definitely not Batman alone. Batman can be used as a symbol, but he must have talents.

Nothing can be accomplished by one person.

"Wow!!!"

The whole metropolis was noisy 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 an astronomical figure for this group of people.

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

"I promised!"

"Me too!"

"It's been a long time since I met such a 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 hum, a distinctive cold hum.

The death knell leaned on the wall, and his expression was cold in the one-eyed eye.

"One million, you want to buy mine for a month? Batman, you are so whimsical."

Ba Di looked at this incompatibility, the death knell indeed possessed abilities, which was different from other ordinary mercenaries.

"You can be my bodyguard, two million."