Chapter 4576: Day of White (42)

"What the hell?! What happened to my hand??"

Hearing this exclamation, Deathstroke confirmed that the good agent was back. He was really speechless. It was clearly a one-man show, but he managed to make it look like a murder case. Those who didn't know would think someone really shot him.

Although it was like this, Deathstroke still took out medicine, handed it to Schiller, and then said: "It seems your plan failed completely. He said he would find someone, but he didn't help you find it. He gave himself a shot and..."

"He found it," Schiller said while gently sucking in air and bandaging the wound on his hand, "I just think it's not worth it, I wouldn't have let him come if I knew."

"It doesn't work to exchange intelligence by damaging health," Deathstroke said, "I knew that on the first day of this line of work."

"Ha, you're wrong about that," Schiller sneered, "He didn't exchange intelligence by damaging health. He loves damaging health."

"You said he found it, then did he tell you?"

Schiller nodded and said: "I have a general direction, let's go."

Very unsurprisingly, the largest red-light district in Cairo, a brothel covered by hotels and illegal drug stores, has special rooms. It is for big shots to enjoy. They will put "lovers" here. Haivin has three rooms here, but only one is their target.

When the car drove here, they already heard the noise. Deathstroke frowned and said: "That gang of terrorists wouldn't have time to visit a brothel, would they?"

They also smelled the burnt smell in the air, and this place is actually very far from the airport. The fire at the airport couldn't have burned here anyway. The only possibility is that this place also caught fire.

In this relatively dry area, fire is common. But in fact, it is more common in slums. In places like the red-light district, fire patrols are more diligent, because it would be bad if some big shots were burned. It is strange that it could catch fire.

The two got out of the car and walked in swaggeringly, no one stopped them, because many people went to the fire scene. They followed the burnt smell and came to the side of the fire.

Schiller's face looked bad, Deathstroke looked at him and said: "It wouldn't be here, would it?"

Schiller nodded. The hotel in front of them was almost burned into an empty frame. The crying heard around was very weak, indicating that no one should have been burned to death. But if everyone inside ran away, it would be more difficult to find the target he wanted.

Schiller locked onto a woman in the crowd. He walked over, handed over the money, and then said: "I need to find a strong lady. It might be an Asian. Age at least 40..."

"We don't have such people here," the woman said very vigilantly.

"Something like this has happened, don't you realize what kind of trouble you are involved in? The one who told me there was trouble was her, and the one who didn't tell me was you."

The other party looked furious, but she saw the gun in Schiller's arms. That was definitely a big guy. She couldn't lose another building. So she bit her lower lip and said: "That eccentric lady only has one guest. I think you know who he is."

"Eccentric lady?"

"She is not a prostitute at all, nor is she under our control. That place is more like a secret meeting point for her. There are many such people here. But..."

"But what?"

"She is the most special one. She once protected this place. You know what that gang thinks of us. Very few people would do this. This fire was also first notified by her to others."

"Do you know where she went?"

"I don't know the specific location. But I think she might guess that this fire has something to do with the airport being burned down. After all, both are arson..."

"Okay, I know, thank you, ma'am."

Schiller returned to Deathstroke's side, Deathstroke looked at him and said: "How is it? Did you find it?"

"Go to the airport."

They transferred to the airport again. And this time it was just the right time. Screams came from the airport. Deathstroke immediately took out his weapon and said: "You follow behind me... don't mess with your tank barrel if you're fine."

Schiller didn't refute either, his old pistol was out of bullets. To shoot again, he could only use a revolver. And that guy hit his dominant hand. Now his hand definitely couldn't bear the recoil.

Fortunately, Deathstroke was too fierce. He didn't even use that greatsword, took two two-handed swords, and the whole person spun wildly, like the blade of a meat grinder. Any enemy who just showed their head was chopped into pieces.

They entered the terminal first. There was no one here, but the screams didn't come from here, but from the departure hall behind. When walking there, several terrorists rushed out, but before they could shoot, they were chopped by Deathstroke.

They rushed all the way inside, and then, in the place where the terrorists were most dense, they saw a figure. It was a woman, and she didn't take any weapons, just fighting more than a dozen people with her bare hands. Before she could see her movements clearly, these people had already fallen.

"Hiss..."

"What's wrong?" Schiller asked.

"You know my name, right?"

"World's number one mercenary."

"That's right, it's mercenary instead of killer, guess why?"

"Why?"

"The one in front is the world's number one killer," Deathstroke pointed to the figure in front with his chin, "Lady Shiva. One of the few people I don't want to meet. It is worth mentioning that I was once on the list of candidates for her child's father."

"What???"

"She wanted to find a man to have a child, and then cultivate that child into the most powerful killer. She took a fancy to me. But I didn't agree."

"Why?"

"Don't you think this is a bit too much?"

"I'm not asking why you didn't agree, I'm asking how she took a fancy to you."

"Can you be a little polite?"

Just when the two were chatting, the terrorists had all been knocked down. And those eyes looked at the two of them. Schiller realized something was wrong for the first time, pulled Deathstroke and said: "Go!"

But unfortunately, they couldn't leave anymore. The woman appeared behind Deathstroke like a ghost. Deathstroke raised his sword to block, but was directly knocked away. He shouted: "Wait, Sandra! We have no malice..."

But the other party didn't stop at all, went up and gave another uppercut. Deathstroke blocked again, kicked towards the other party's wrist, but was thrown down instead. Schiller took out his revolver without hesitation, bang, a shot. Taking advantage of the other party being shocked, Deathstroke hurriedly climbed up from the ground.

"Run quickly!!!" Schiller shouted.

Deathstroke didn't dare to fight anymore. He grabbed the second-floor railing with a grappling hook, went up, and then threw the grappling hook to Schiller. But Schiller had no time to use it, because Lady Shiva had already approached.

Schiller first bent down to dodge her hook punch, bang, another shot. Both of their eardrums were damaged. But Schiller had fired so many shots, at least he had some resistance, and the other party obviously didn't think this thing could make such a big noise, lacking some preparation, so the dazed time was longer than Schiller's.

Taking this opportunity, Schiller used the grappling hook to grab the second-floor railing to escape. He and Deathstroke ran towards the outside of the airport. Don't worry about any cover at this time, whoever runs slowly is in the front row.

Fortunately, Lady Shiva didn't chase out. The two looked at each other, Deathstroke sighed long: "If I knew she was here, I wouldn't have come. I can't beat her."

To his surprise, Schiller didn't refute either. He nodded and said: "I had a premonition when I saw the information. But if this wasn't a big trouble, he wouldn't run."

"You knew there was a big trouble and you still..."

Deathstroke said halfway, his tone weakened. He knew his performance was indeed a bit too cowardly, so he could only say: "That woman is too strong. Let alone me, Batman can't beat her either. Or you should call Wonder Woman..."

"Let her come in person?"

"Let her give up. Women don't make things difficult for women. No matter who brought her here, give the mural to him."

Schiller didn't go to complain about Deathstroke's attitude. In fact, Lady Shiva appearing here is indeed the biggest bad news. This woman is known as the world's number one killer and also the most powerful martial artist.

Deathstroke is powerful enough, right? He can also fight with the Teen Titans back and forth. And all Robins are seconds away in Lady Shiva's hands. Her record is amazingly strong: Robin one slap, Deathstroke one slap, and the Batman family is even more descending dragon eighteen palms. This Batman family includes Batman. Batman didn't beat her either.

However, Lady Shiva is a person who values honor very much. At that time, Batman was broken by Bane, and she helped Batman recover. Of course, there should be no broken back in the main universe now. It is not certain whether she and Batman have fought. But this cannot deny her strength.

Logically speaking, such a person can be communicated with, after all, Schiller just wants the mural. But Lady Shiva's state is obviously not normal. This blocked the last way.

Schiller pursed his lips and said: "She might be invited by Haivin, but she is already out of control. I'm afraid he is also having a headache for the current situation. We have to find a way to find him."

"He is probably hiding in some safe house now," Deathstroke said.

"Then go find Hsinag. This guy has been able to cooperate with Haivin for so long, there must be his handle in his hand."

"The problem is where is Hsinag?" Deathstroke thought for a while and said, "Seeing that you didn't die, he should have run away, he shouldn't be so stupid to stay until now, right?"

"Haivin won't let him run. This kind of person is a wall grass that sees the wind. He must be thinking that if he really can't deal with me, he will hand over the mural and Hsinag to me. He won't let him go."

"Museum," Schiller said, "After we left, they must have had a dispute. Haivin might choose to trap Hsinag in the basement of the museum. Let's go and see."

Deathstroke nodded, he felt Schiller's deduction was correct. After Haivin realized Schiller's strength, he must have left himself a way out. The vote was to betray Hsinag, who was Schiller's. In this case, Haivin would not let him walk out of the museum, because once he let him out, he would definitely run away.

The two came to the museum again. At this time, the museum was closed and no longer open to the public, which saved them trouble. All the way to the basement, they came to the room where they saw Haivin and Hsinag before. But Hsinag was not here.

Schiller walked over and found some traces on the ground. He squatted down and wiped the floor with his hand. Deathstroke walked over and saw a small bloodstain there.

"Someone broke in and took him away," Schiller said, "Hsinag fired a shot and hit the other party, but the other party still took him away."

"It can't be Lady Shiva," Deathstroke said, "If a gun could hit her, we wouldn't be so troubled."

"This proves that it wasn't Haivin who took him away. Then who could it be?" Schiller frowned, "Why do I feel like someone is one step ahead of us?"