Chapter 4552: Day of White (18)

Gunshots came from the end of the corridor, but they were a bit scattered, and there were more screams. The hand cannon still hadn't been triggered, but this wasn't good news. Deathstroke wasn't sure what Schiller was using to kill people—he couldn't still be holding that baffle that was pried off, right?

Thinking of this, Deathstroke's neck hurt a little again. Such damage actually couldn't kill him, but the trouble was that Schiller's trajectory was unpredictable. This is very fatal for a tactical master.

You have no idea why he pried off part of the baffle and inserted it into the driver's neck at that time. This made no sense at all, and it didn't even look like he wanted to kill him. And the subsequent series of actions related to violence didn't look like they were intended to achieve goals related to violence either. The two were completely disconnected.

Deathstroke admitted that he was curious about Schiller, just like seeing an interesting storybook; cause and effect, logical relationship, these are the essential elements in this book, and then suddenly everything was disrupted. Knowing that they were still those letters, but after being disrupted and then rearranged, nothing could be understood.

Everything happened too fast for Deathstroke to speculate. He pulled out his dual swords while walking quickly toward the place where the gunshots came from. Then he froze the moment he walked into the spacious restaurant.

Because the figure standing opposite Schiller was actually his employer. Deathstroke's face sank instantly.

Deathstroke is a quite veteran mercenary. He understands a principle: if someone spends a lot of money to find him to carry out a mission, it is because this person must have a reason that absolutely cannot appear in this matter. For reputation, for family, for not getting blood on his own hands. Because there are such people in this world, mercenaries have business.

They will definitely hide far away, even if they send someone to meet, they will guard against it layer by layer, outsourcing layer by layer, and never let anyone see their true face. Although Deathstroke has preferential treatment in this regard because his reputation has always been good. In order to communicate more details, many employers are willing to see him. But they will also try their best to avoid facing him directly, just making a phone call, or talking to him in other rooms.

Deathstroke doesn't think this is timid; in fact, he appreciates their caution. Because in this line of work, there are many examples of being bitten back by the killer they hired. Again, you can't expect someone who takes money to kill to really have a bottom line.

And if, like now, the person who hired him suddenly appears at the scene of the incident, it probably proves one thing—the commission is a complete scam.

The short, fat man in front of him is not his employer at all, not even the employer's agent, not even a runner. As long as it is the employer's person, it is impossible to appear at the scene of the case. Because this will inevitably arouse suspicion and become evidence that they are trying to interfere in this matter. The money has been spent, there is no need to leave such a handle for oneself.

Deathstroke began to think about where the problem was.

The person who hired him was a tycoon from Eastern Europe. In fact, that place is a paradise for killers and mercenaries. People there like to spend money to hire people to do dirty work. Deathstroke has taken many orders there and has never made a mistake. The middleman found this time is also very reliable. Those who are not experienced enough dare not touch the mess in the Middle East.

Then the only possibility is that the middleman also failed this time. This surprised Deathstroke. That guy is also a veteran in the industry. What blinded his eyes?

Deathstroke began to recall the details of this mission in detail. In fact, it's simple to say. This arms dealer from Eastern Europe very stupidly ignored the warning of the two armies at war and insisted on letting his cargo go through the Red Sea. Sure enough, it was hijacked.

The source of this batch of goods is also not clean; there are military marks on it that haven't been washed clean. If it appears in this armed conflict, it is easy to be considered that some big countries have personally entered the game. And once the matter is exposed, this arms oligarch may face the thunderous anger of his suzerain. So Deathstroke has to find a way to get the goods back, or simply destroy the evidence.

Deathstroke's response method is also very simple. Although he can kill directly and fix everyone who opposes him. But his employer clearly doesn't want such a big movement, wanting to be as light and fast as possible. So Deathstroke thought of a way to provoke a bunch of international police and European law enforcement agencies and brought them here.

This will successfully disrupt the situation, and more importantly, neither side of the armed conflict wants the European gentlemen to enter the game. They don't want anyone to pay attention here. Therefore, they hate Deathstroke, who brought trouble, and will try every means to take his life.

If both sides come to him, he doesn't have to go find them. The journey of being hunted on the Red Sea proved the correctness of his plan. But up to this point, the whole thing collapsed. This hiring was a scam from the beginning. The arms oligarch couldn't possibly appear here.

Deathstroke stared fixedly at the short, fat man, guessing what role he played in this scam. Just as he was thinking, the barrel of a rifle pierced his chest.

Deathstroke opened his mouth, not knowing how to evaluate this picture. Schiller had a gun in his hand, probably an AWM, and the biggest advantage of this quite excellent sniper rifle in his hands was that the barrel was long enough to pierce people directly.

Firearms are not impossible to be used as cold weapons; in fact, hitting people with the butt of a gun is very useful. Deathstroke also often does this. But this belongs to the usage method within the normal range. There is even a specialized course "Armed Combat" to teach people how to fight at close quarters while holding a gun.

But Schiller's usage is completely not like this. He is like a primitive man who suddenly came to modern society; because he didn't know that guns could fire, he treated this thing as a spear, which was really as weird as it could be.

After killing the short, fat arms dealer, Schiller suddenly looked over here. When meeting those gray eyes, Deathstroke felt a completely different coldness. If Deathstroke felt regret for his behavior of opening Pandora's box, he didn't show it. He just asked: "Are you okay?"

Schiller didn't speak. He just suddenly raised the revolver. Just when Deathstroke thought Schiller was going to shoot him and raised his sword to resist, Schiller suddenly turned the muzzle and fired a shot directly at the ceiling.

"Boom!!!!!"

A rain of blood full of fire fell in the whole room. The ceiling was shattered, but not only rubble fell, but also corpse fragments—more than one person's.

Deathstroke's first reaction was that he had underestimated this gun. If he didn't see it wrong, Schiller had fired six bullets at once. How was this done?

He didn't think of the result, and had to start complaining about the fragility of this building. The building is a reinforced concrete structure, it shouldn't be shattered like this after being hit by a tank main gun, right? To be precise, it was hit six times, but it was shattered a bit exaggeratedly.

The floor was shattered, and the people above were naturally spared. Deathstroke sighed, guessing what Schiller was doing again, and then he saw the leader of one side of the armed conflict—the face that appeared on TV a few hours ago—rolling to his feet.

Deathstroke's fully developed brain began to boil.

Schiller had already jumped down through the window. A noise suddenly came from the corridor. A large group of people rushed in. Among them were the security personnel brought by the other side of the armed conflict—the uniform colors were different, so it was easy to judge. They saw Deathstroke and the head under his feet.

"He's dead, he's dead!" someone shouted, "That devil is dead, we are about to win! Fuck the negotiations! Kill them all!!!"

Very good. The law enforcers of the 16 countries are probably not enough. Deathstroke thought, how many countries and regions are there in the world?

Without a doubt, this war is crucial. Just like people looking at the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand later, it might be the fuse for the change in the world political landscape. And himself and this photo—Deathstroke saw reporters following those people—must be recorded in history.

When Deathstroke fell from the building, he could clearly see the clear sea and the skyline. He didn't even have time to care about why they put such an important negotiation in Hurghada. He must find Schiller now and figure out the ins and outs of the matter.

If his commission was a complete scam, and it was even possible that it was authorized by one side of the conflict. Then what about Schiller's? Is the journey to recover the cultural relic really just to find the cultural relic?

Although Deathstroke had basically determined that Schiller's employer was Wonder Woman, he didn't think Wonder Woman would participate in this war, but it didn't mean she wouldn't be deceived. Who on earth instigated all this behind the scenes?

Following Schiller's trail, Deathstroke found him on the beach. It was not far from his safe house, seemingly a starting point for snorkeling projects. And Schiller stood on the pier full of small boats, with one hand on the lamppost next to him.

"Are you okay?" Deathstroke felt he was a bit funny. Now the person who is most okay in the whole of Egypt is Schiller. Because of the death of that leader, the whole of Egypt began to be under martial law.

Schiller took a deep breath, washed his hands with the remaining mineral water in the bottle, looked up at him and said: "Well."

"Do you know what's going on?"

"What on earth is going on?"

The two almost said in unison, and then froze at the same time.

"You don't know either?"

"How could you not know?"

The probability of two machines of violence getting stuck at the same time is very small, but not impossible. Now such a somewhat absurd situation has appeared. They both indicated that they didn't know the current situation, and could determine that the other party was not lying. This made things too confusing.

Deathstroke felt that he was still more reasonable, saying: "If you don't know what's going on, how could you appear in that hotel?"

"I went to investigate the murderer," Schiller said, "The guy I killed created the hijacking incident, causing me to fall into the Red Sea from tens of thousands of meters high. I just went to take revenge."

"How did you find him?"

"I don't need to investigate, I can see," Schiller said.

"How did you see it?"

"You helped me see it," Schiller looked at Deathstroke and said, "Your driving skills are simply terrible. I have never been so dizzy. At that moment, I almost saw the entire Arab world clearly. The murderer was inconspicuous in it, but I still locked onto him."

"Then why did you fire at the floor above?"

"That is the murderer," Schiller coughed twice, and then said, "I didn't want to frame you, but he did die at your hands."

"You mean if you weren't shaken dizzy by me..."

"I mean, you would rather come to find trouble with me than execute the mission, leading to some changes in the situation, and they had to come here to negotiate. If they were on the other side of the Red Sea, I wouldn't have the chance to kill them."

Deathstroke only felt his brain buzzing. ===== CHAPTER 4553 =====