Chapter 4585: Day of the Brightest (51)

Deathstroke stood on the rooftop of the Midway City Museum smoking. Suddenly, the rooftop door opened, and Shiler walked out. Seeing Deathstroke smoking, he frowned.

"Oh, what the hell. The other you doesn't mind this." Deathstroke said this, but still put out the cigarette, "Didn't you say you are the same person?"

"He doesn't not mind, he just can tolerate it." Shiler said, "You shouldn't smoke in front of Joseph either, right?"

"I don't have a smoking addiction," Deathstroke said, "In fact, I'm not addicted to anything. So of course I won't smoke when I'm at home."

Shiler smiled and said: "You are indeed a good husband and a good father."

"Complimenting me is useless." Deathstroke snorted coldly and said, "This play started earlier than I thought, great inventor."

"That's just for you. For me, the plan has always been arranged like this, there is no problem."

"Now I've been dragged in. At least I should know what happened before you went to Egypt, right?"

Shiler walked to the railing of the rooftop, turned around and leaned on it, and said: "Actually, this plan wasn't formulated by me, it just borrowed a creative idea I once used. But in an emergency, I won't charge him copyright fees."

"The mural is indeed fake. But initially, it wasn't created for the Justice League. Before this, Dr. Carter Hall, the manager of the Midway City Museum—because cultural relics are always coveted by various thieves and cultural relic thieves and are troubled—came to me and hoped I could help him solve this problem."

"Wait a minute," Deathstroke raised a hand to stop him, and then said, "Who are you? Why did he come to you?"

"I thought you were very familiar with me." Shiler looked at him with a smile and said, "You often deal with people like me, don't you?"

"No," Deathstroke shook his head.

"I am a middleman." Shiler said.

Deathstroke narrowed his eyes.

"In fact, I am a middleman who has just emerged but has done a few good brokerage businesses. Part of my reputation is also thanks to you. If it weren't for you taking the order to destroy the goods, I wouldn't have been able to be the middleman for the world's number one mercenary."

Deathstroke suddenly clenched his fists: "So it was you!!!"

"No," Deathstroke reacted, "The middleman for that commission of mine was clearly..."

"Can you still contact him?"

Deathstroke opened his eyes slightly: "You killed him?!"

"Unfortunately, he has already been summoned by the Lord."

Deathstroke was choked, but it was also hard for him to blame Shiler. Those in their line of work all have their heads tied to their belts; if they die, they can't blame others, they can only blame themselves for not protecting themselves well.

However, the middleman he thought was quite experienced, he didn't expect to fall into Shiler's hands either. This guy is really dangerous.

Although he hadn't discovered it before, now that he thinks about it, that commission was also revealing something wrong everywhere. He didn't expect it to become a stepping stone for Shiler to establish his reputation as a middleman. And the commission failed, and he didn't get anything.

"Didn't you get the reward from the Justice League?" Shiler seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had the opportunity to earn Batman's money, right?"

It really is, Deathstroke thought in his heart. The Justice League is still very generous. The price Diana gave was very high, far exceeding the price a normal pick-up and escort mission should have. Deathstroke knew this wasn't because he didn't understand the market, but because the other party had the idea of "high salary to foster honesty," giving him a little more money so he wouldn't cause trouble. And this move is always very effective; Deathstroke is indeed willing to look at the money and not implicate the innocent.

"As for why he chose me among so many middlemen, and how he contacted me, I have my own ways. In short, he hoped I could help him solve those thieves and cultural relic thieves who frequented. The most troublesome one is Haywin."

Shiler sighed lightly and said: "The two of them are old classmates, but they are not on the same path at all. Haywin has been trying to make money without a bottom line since he started studying this major. While Dr. Hall is a real researcher, he has feelings for ancient Egyptian cultural relics and doesn't want them to be resold and destroyed."

"These two are dead rivals, although they are far apart, they have also had several confrontations. According to Dr. Hall, several successful theft cases' stolen goods eventually flowed into Haywin's hands. This made him very annoyed, but he was helpless."

"Can't he go to Egypt to find him?" Deathstroke said, "He is also a well-known scholar, can't he report the other party?"

"The problem lies here. Due to some unknown reason, Dr. Hall cannot go to Egypt. To be precise, he cannot even show his face, cannot let others know where he is."

"How does it sound like hiding from enemies."

"You can understand it that way, but anyway, he cannot personally come forward to oppose Haywin. This is why he always falls into a disadvantage. And recently, theft incidents have become more and more rampant, and he really can't stand it anymore."

"Then let me ask you, theft incidents are rampant, does it have anything to do with you?"

"Don't worry about this." Shiler continued, "In short, I had a discussion with him, and finally, decided to set a trap for Haywin. This trap needs a bait. Originally I suggested he take a real cultural relic, but he wasn't willing, so we could only make a fake one."

"That is the mural?"

"That's right, it's not entirely true to say I made it. Although I was responsible for the initial design, Dr. Hall contributed significantly to the subsequent manufacturing and detail polishing. That thing looks very bluffing, doesn't it?"

Deathstroke actually couldn't tell. However, Haywin is a museum curator after all, and has handled many real cultural relics, and he didn't see it, which shows that this thing was made very real, at least people whose level is below Dr. Hall can't see it.

"After the thing was made, I contacted Hsinag, pretending to cooperate with him to transport the thing out of the United States. In fact, I knew he wanted to swallow it alone, just using his energy to handle the procedures. His employer is a well-known French arms dealer and the French government. They have ways to get legal procedures in a short period of time and transport the thing out."

"In a short period of time?" Deathstroke captured the keyword.

"That's right, this involves the other fish this bait wants to catch—the Justice League. The Justice League is eager to find things related to the power of the Seven Lights, and I can make the mural produce certain anomalies, making them think this is a clue to the power of the Seven Lights, and try to investigate. But just when they confirmed that the mural was indeed abnormal, the procedures for transferring the cultural relic had already been completed, and the mural was directly transported out. They naturally had to send people to chase."

"And at this time Batman happened to have an accident, they were too busy, and had no time to chase the cultural relic at all, so they could only find you and let you chase." Deathstroke shook his head and said, "If I had your ability to create work for myself, I would be the world's number one mercenary."

"No matter what, I was hired to go to Egypt to retrieve the cultural relic. However, it is difficult for me alone to stir up the situation in Egypt, and the most critical link needs someone to take the blame."

"You chose me," Deathstroke said, "Tricked me into going to Egypt through a commission, and then you killed the leader of the armed force, framed it on me, and let yourself escape perfectly."

"This is also a last resort. In order to stir up the situation in Egypt, that person must die, but it cannot be related to me. I need someone to bear this fame for me. You have to admit, this further confirms your strength as the world's number one mercenary, doesn't it?"

Deathstroke really couldn't refute it; when he reached his level, killing celebrities could increase his fame. People would only think that he took down a hard bone after taking the order, even in such a chaotic Middle East area, he was like entering an uninhabited land. This might even bring him quite a few Middle Eastern clients, helping him open up sales channels here.

"If your son hadn't come, my plan was to provoke Haywin and Hsinag to kill each other, and eventually both of them would die. However, the effect of Joseph's move was better; Haywin looked like he had seen a ghost, and he wouldn't dare to make trouble for a while."

Deathstroke couldn't help but surge with a sense of pride, although he didn't know what he was proud of. After all, he guessed wrong at the beginning; Joseph not only had the ability to be dragged into a huge vortex, he could even become a trendsetter in this vortex.

"That's about it," Shiler spread his hands and said, "I am trying to persuade Hall to keep this plan going, so he will choose to continue to endorse the mural."

"That's not necessarily true," Deathstroke said, "If the person who invites him to appraise is the Justice League, he might not hide it from them, and might also reveal your plan."

Shiler shook his head and said: "He won't. You can't understand his feelings for ancient Egyptian cultural relics. Think about it, if one day you can never return to your home, and a group of thieves keeps stealing things from your home to sell, how would you treat them?"

Deathstroke really imagined this scene, because he had already made the worst plan, which was to never show up with his real identity, or never appear in front of his family again.

He did this to protect his family. And if someone dared to take this opportunity to sneak into his house and hurt them, if he didn't hack this group of people into blood mist within three seconds, it would be because his knife was slow.

"I don't understand," Deathstroke said, "Even if he is Egyptian, because of some reason he can never return to Egypt, but what does this have to do with ancient Egyptian cultural relics? Could it be that he crawled out of a pyramid?"

"How do you know he didn't?"

Deathstroke was stunned, and before he could think about what was going on, Shiler's phone suddenly rang. He was stunned after seeing the content of the message, and then frowned deeply.

When he looked up again, Deathstroke realized that Shiler had changed people. He just wanted to say something, when he saw Shiler take out a gun—not that revolver, it should be the equipment he prepared after returning to the United States—a Glock 19 equipped with a silencer kit, usually called "Quiet Puppy."

Deathstroke raised an eyebrow. As far as he knew, the company that modified this gun usually only allows people who can legally hold this gun to obtain it. Shiler wouldn't really have a legal Agent identity, would he?

Silenced weapons are strictly controlled, and silencer kits usually don't flow into the private sector, and they are also very rare on the black market. Those who want to rely on a silenced pistol to mix in the killer circle often end up very disappointed. The silenced weapons that flow into the market are either very old or have been used to the point of being extremely unreliable. Compared to weapons, they are more like bait deliberately released by law enforcement officers to fish. No mature killer would count on them; by comparison, sniper rifles or even grenade launchers would be better choices.

Silenced weapons are also not that easy to use; silencer kits will have a great impact on the performance of the firearm. And silenced pistols that are easier to use require relatively frequent replacement of friction plates, which is not enough to be busy in a crisis. Except for Agents, almost no one will choose to use this type of firearm.

Deathstroke had only seen Shiler use that revolver that couldn't actually be used, which didn't fit his style at all. So much so that in the entire Egyptian adventure, he didn't reveal too many Agent characteristics. And now, Deathstroke was even faintly looking forward to it; what kind of performance would a Shiler equipped with real "Agent weapons" have?

In just such a moment of distraction, Shiler was already downstairs. Deathstroke hurriedly jumped down. Shiler looked back at him and said: "If you always make such a big noise, don't follow me."

"Alright, I'll try to be quiet." Deathstroke shrugged, "I haven't done this kind of fine work for many years, you have to wait for me." ===== CHAPTER 4586 =====