Chapter 4566

Deathstroke really convinced himself countless times to accept the setting that "they are the same person." But the problem is that their actions overturn this setting all the time.

"Are you serious?" Deathstroke asked, "You let me find people to hunt you down. What's the point of this?"

Shiler was about to speak, but Deathstroke stretched out a hand to stop him, and then said: "I know you want to say, this is some kind of formal self-confrontation. But I beg you, when you are doing some spiritual self-innovation, can you be like a normal person and limit the scope to your brain? To be precise, in your spiritual world, instead of forcing the entire real world into the water?"

They stared at each other. Without a doubt, both felt the other wasn't normal. Shiler said: "I did this to force him to exchange with me."

Deathstroke frowned. Shiler continued: "He doesn't like dealing with those people hunting him down. As long as there are enough people hunting him down, he will definitely find a way to exchange with me. This way he can go find things."

"I really don't understand," Deathstroke was a bit broken, "This thing was made by him, and it was also brought to Egypt by him. Why does he want to help you find it? What is the relationship between you two? Who is good and who is bad?"

"I'll say it again. We are one person..."

Seeing Deathstroke's hand already on the hilt, Shiler sighed and said: "Why do you think he wants to make this thing? And why does he want to bring this thing to Egypt?"

"This is precisely what I want to ask you," Deathstroke said.

"You think this is to trip up the Justice League. But in reality, if the cultural relic is real, it can barely be called finding trouble for the Justice League. But this thing was fake to begin with. All research materials and legends related to it were fabricated by him. If he didn't make it, the Justice League wouldn't even have the chance to discover anything."

"You mean, he is actually providing clues to the Justice League? Then he just needs to put it in place after making it, why transport it to Egypt? Just simply want to find some work for the Justice League?"

"Although he might indeed want to find some work for me. But this shouldn't be the main reason."

"Then what is the main reason?"

"You have to find the mural to know that," Shiler shook his head and said, "He definitely left clues on it. It's just that if you don't find it, no one knows what it is."

Deathstroke sighed long, took out his phone, and then said: "Fine. I think he should be willing to exchange with you very soon."

"Are you looking for those peers of yours?" Shiler raised his eyebrows, "They aren't cheap, right?"

"I won't spend my own money to hire them," Deathstroke said, "There aren't many full-time killers in this world. Not because they don't want to be, but because there are too few commissions for killing. Just taking this will starve to death. Most people's main job is to fish for side income. If there is any opportunity, they will crowd up to see if they can drink some soup."

"I don't need to hire them, just release some news. They will choose to follow behind you."

"What news?"

Deathstroke thought for a moment and said: "No one knows what kind of transaction you and Hesinag made. But that Haywen is quite famous locally. The person he sent to hunt down, is there no secret on him? Maybe it's the whereabouts of some treasure, maybe it's some handle of Haywen. As long as you can find it and get it in advance, it can be considered a good harvest."

Shiler understood. This bunch of mercenaries actually isn't as high-end as imagined. Or rather, there is that kind of very cold and professional professional killer, just like Deathstroke. But the number is very small, only that small group at the tip of the pyramid. Most mercenaries do some dirty and tiring work, chasing interests in the gray world. Just like sharks smelling blood, wherever there is an opportunity to make money, they go to try their luck.

Under these circumstances, an American being hunted down by a local big shot would be a quite good target. If you only offended a local big shot, and you don't have any ability yourself, you can't possibly walk out of Cairo. Being hunted down all the way out proves that you must have two brushes.

Moreover, it's still an American. Generally, people in this kind of place won't be very willing to provoke Americans, because the CIA is indeed notorious. Although it seems that this place has completely lost control, the name of the world policeman is still easy to use. No one wants to add such a strong opponent to themselves.

An American with two brushes is mostly a spy or law enforcer. It would be fine if this hunt was successful, but if it wasn't successful halfway, or was discovered halfway, it would be really troublesome. So if it isn't a very important matter, no one will be willing to do this.

For the curator of the Egyptian Museum, there aren't many things that can be important enough to make him do this kind of thing, but they must all be very valuable. As long as this news is leaked, the hyenas who smell the wind will definitely swarm.

At the same time, this can also cause some trouble for Haywen. Although he can be considered powerful, it doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants. Brazenly hunting down American agents probably doesn't conform to Egypt's interests. Someone will go to knock him.

Shiler was quite satisfied with this arrangement, so he said: "Your son should be arriving soon, shall we go to the airport to pick him up?"

Deathstroke looked at his phone and then said: "Should be soon. Let's go."

Deathstroke's action was indeed very effective. Before the two of them even arrived at the airport, Shiler leaned back on the taxi's backrest, sighed long, threw away the broken gun held in the agent's hand, re-pulled out the revolver, and began to reload bullets into it.

Deathstroke sized him up. He could feel that the person had changed. However, considering that the other party was chased over by the people he called, he felt he had better not open his mouth.

"Don't go to the airport, change the route," Shiler suddenly raised his eyes and said.

"What?" Deathstroke didn't react for a moment.

"His plane probably can't land in Cairo normally. You can't pick anyone up by going to the airport." Shiler shook his head.

Deathstroke widened his eyes instantly. He picked up his phone again and wanted to call Joseph, but the other party had no response. This wasn't because there was no signal on the plane—there was internet on the plane Joseph was taking. Then Deathstroke called Wintergreen again, because even if Joseph didn't want to tell him his itinerary, he should have reported safety to Wintergreen. But Wintergreen didn't receive anything either.

Deathstroke immediately realized that the trouble was big. He directly strangled the taxi driver's neck, forced the car to stop, rushed out of the car, and looked up at the sky. It wasn't far from Cairo Airport here, and logically speaking, there should be planes taking off and landing. But strangely, it was quiet above the airport, and no plane could be seen.

There must be something wrong here. Deathstroke looked toward Cairo Airport in the distance. He picked up his phone. The international news push happened to have a headline: "Cairo International Airport has been controlled by anti-government armed forces, all planes are urgently diverted to Hurghada for landing."

Deathstroke was shocked. He didn't understand how Cairo Airport was controlled. Even if Saudi Arabia or Israel attacked, it wouldn't be to the point of directly controlling the capital airport, right? What is the difference between this and a full-scale war?

Shiler didn't feel surprised. First of all, the world situation of the main universe can be described as a dance of demons. It looks like one superpower and many strong ones, but in reality, it's one big madman leading a group of small madmen. There are constant big events in the United States, and there are also small events all over the world.

This is also determined by the nature of the universe. After all, mysterious powers and super-powered individuals have existed since ancient times. The evolution of history must have subtle differences. When people deal with geopolitical issues, they will also take different measures.

In a place like the United States that still has a government, it doesn't look very obvious. But when it comes to the chaotic situation in the Middle East, this difference will be magnified many times. The representative work is the great competition for the Red Sea launched by various armed conflicts.

Imagine, if the leader of a certain armed force isn't an ordinary person, but a super-powered individual, many things will become different. First of all, decapitation tactics are basically useless. I haven't heard of any decapitation that dares to decapitate Magneto. Secondly, in various armed conflicts, the importance of armed levels will decline. That is to say, whether it is a big country, whether there is industrial level, will become less important. Instead, it will be people-oriented. Whoever has stronger people is more powerful.

Although big countries have large populations and a greater possibility of producing strong people. But people are not tools after all, they have their own emotions and thoughts. Where they are born, where they grow up, doesn't necessarily mean they have to lean toward which country. On the contrary, there is also a great possibility of becoming anti-government armed forces or embarking on the road of independent hegemony.

This leads to the fact that the Red Sea in this universe can shoot dozens of episodes of "One Piece" every day. God-like people appear, and strange moves appear one after another. Regional big countries can't suppress it either, it's good to be able to ensure the safety of their own shipping routes.

This also caused many armed force conflicts to expand to a relatively large scale. It's not just simply blowing up a ship and that's it. If you dare to make the Pirate King unhappy, they will really do you.

Egypt obviously provoked people who shouldn't be provoked. To be precise, it was a group of wolves who had been forced into a dead end. The armed force that failed to negotiate and had its leader killed was already at the end of its rope. A dog jumps over a wall in a hurry, and Egypt was bitten hard.

Obviously, just strengthening the vigilance of Hurghada is useless. Cairo's reaction was also truly a bit slow. The boss died on their territory, this is a huge pot. Not thinking about getting rid of the responsibility quickly, or strictly guarding against it, but still holding a fluke mentality. Isn't this what happened?

Now there are no planes taking off or landing at Cairo Airport, meaning all towers have been paralyzed. Don't look at the places visible to the naked eye, there are no planes, most of them are circling above. But they can't circle for long, because it's quite far to Hurghada. If they don't leave quickly, they will run out of fuel.

There are other airports in northern Egypt, but they aren't safe enough. The Greater Cairo area prospers together and suffers together. They must go south. Hurghada is currently under military control, which will be relatively safer. These planes can only land there.

"Listen. I know the mural you want to find is important, but..."

"That mural isn't important. I can make another one at any time."

Deathstroke was really speechless. Although Shiler was so reasonable and perfectly solved their current contradiction—that is, Shiler's mission required him to stay in Cairo to find the mural, while Deathstroke had to go to Hurghada to find his son—but this reason was still strange.