Chapter 4586: Day of the Brightest (52)

Midway City could simply be called the Venice of North America. Coming down from the roof of the museum, there was a river underneath. The sidewalk was very narrow, probably only enough for two people to pass side by side. There was no motor vehicle lane, and the road and bridge surfaces were stone slab roads. There were quite a few boats passing on the river; thank God, they weren't ancient hand-rowed small boats, but commercial passenger boats with electric motors.

Here, boats are a very important public transport. Because the central turntable of Midway City is a lake, and the area around it is the most important city center, almost any public transport has to transfer there.

When Shiler came to the bus boat station, a boat happened to drive over. He bought a ticket at the pavilion next to it and stepped onto the boat in one step. Deathstroke came down later than him, and in order to catch the boat, he didn't buy a ticket and just rushed onto the boat. Everyone on the boat screamed.

This wasn't because he was a fare dodger, but because his image was really a bit scary. Although he didn't wear heavy armor when moving in the city, the weapons were still on his back. If it were only cold weapons, everyone might think he was here to participate in a comic con, but the problem was that he also had an AR-15 on his back. This is not the real Venice; which American doesn't recognize this? That looks like a real gun at a glance, a living terrorist.

"Alright! Alright!" Deathstroke shouted, "I'm just here for tourism! What are you shouting for!"

The crowd calmed down a little, seemingly trying to determine whether he would open fire on the boat. The driver of the boat clearly called the police, but he didn't dare to stop; if this guy was annoyed, it would be troublesome.

Boats are not like cars. Cars stop, car doors open, and everyone can run. With boats, there is no platform, even if it stops and the door opens, everyone can't run away. Jumping into the water is even more convenient for the killer to call names.

Shiler pretended not to know him, mixed into the crowd and walked toward the stern of the boat. Deathstroke wanted to chase him, but ended up receiving his death stare. He helplessly shook his hands and said: "I'm not a killer, I won't open fire on you, you can rest assured..."

Fortunately, the next station wasn't far, and it didn't take long to arrive. The crowd dispersed in a rush, and the driver ran away. Shiler and Deathstroke were forced to go ashore. Soon, the police rushed toward here.

Thanks to the unique structure of this city, because cars couldn't drive, the police also walked over. By the time the police rushed to the front, the two had already slipped away. Deathstroke looked at his uniform, sighed, waved his hand at Shiler and said: "Wait a minute."

"Five minutes at most."

"Enough."

Deathstroke turned and walked into a street corner, and after about two or three minutes, he came back wearing a suit. It looked barely fitting, although the arm circumference was not quite right. The original owner of this suit clearly didn't train his arms; Deathstroke's biceps were about to burst the sleeves. Plus the style was too old-fashioned, not quite suitable for Deathstroke's younger appearance, but it was still better than his tight suit.

That pile of equipment didn't know where he hid it. He put a pistol in his arms, a dagger on his calf, and nothing else. Shiler knew that in that small alley just now, there should be a poor guy who was stripped naked.

"I gave him the outfit fee." Deathstroke shrugged, "Count it on the Justice League."

The two continued to set off. This terrain in Midway City couldn't be rushed. The two boarded the bus boat again and went along the river to the central lake. They went ashore at the central lake and came to the entrance of a commercial building. Shiler gave Deathstroke a look, Deathstroke slowed down his pace and strolled into the lobby slowly.

Soon, the sound of arguing came from the lobby. Shiler took the opportunity to slip past from the side and came to the rear safety passage, climbing five floors in one breath. After coming out, he found that this should be an office floor of a company.

Shiler walked quickly forward, came to the tea area, took a paper cup, put on glasses, held the paper cup in one hand, put the other hand in the pocket of his casual suit wide-leg pants, and nodded when he met people. People also returned friendly smiles. He successfully came to the other side of the glass curtain wall and looked in one direction.

There are many high-rise buildings in the city center, but there is a piece of low-rise buildings in this direction, which is the old city of Midway City, and most of the buildings have been transformed into coffee shops or art galleries.

There is a red-roofed house there, which is exactly the private art gallery and residence of Carter Hall. At this moment, some chaos broke out in that area, and many police officers were surrounding it.

"My God, what's going on?" A lady walked over and said, "Why did something happen in Maple District? It wouldn't be another tourist being robbed, would it?"

"Hard to say." Shiler pretended to take a sip of coffee and said, "I haven't been there much. What kind of shop is that red-roofed house?"

That lady examined Shiler and said: "You are the new art director next door, right? I didn't expect you to be so young. That house is not a shop, it seems to be an art gallery of some private collector. My God, it wouldn't be that a thief got in, would it?"

"I'm afraid so." Shiler shook his head and said, "You've heard of those museum theft cases recently, right?"

"Of course! I heard there were three cases in one week, and two thieves haven't been caught yet." That lady shook her head and said, "Owning too many cultural relics also has drawbacks, right?"

"I am quite interested in that private art gallery. If a thief really passed by, it might not be open recently."

"You art people must be interested in that place. However, if you really want to go in, it's not impossible."

"Oh?"

"Do you see that yellow house?" That lady pointed and said, "That place is a coffee shop, but the shop owner specializes in scalping tickets. Many art galleries that tourists can't book, he has ways to get tickets."

Shiler raised an eyebrow and looked at that lady; she said: "Perhaps we can go for a cup of coffee tonight."

Shiler understood, smiled at her, and said: "I wouldn't invite a lady like you to take the risk of going to a place where a thief just passed by. Next time. I'm leaving, goodbye."

Shiler just walked back to the safety exit when he saw Deathstroke coming down from upstairs. Deathstroke folded his arms and looked at him and said: "Why weren't you on the roof?"

"How did you go to the roof?" The two almost said in unison.

"Of course I climbed up, this place needs an elevator card for the elevator. But it was only twenty floors, I climbed up directly from the stairs. As a result, you weren't there."

Shiler rolled his eyes, not even wanting to pay attention to him, and went downstairs directly. Deathstroke followed behind him and said: "The roof of this building is a good sniper point, it can overlook most of the city, and the vision is clear. Don't you really want to go up and take a look?"

"The mission this time is not to kill." Shiler walked out of the back door of the building, identified the direction, walked toward a street, and said, "I received news that a killer from Egypt is carefully planning an assassination operation against Dr. Hall and his wife. Judging from the situation in Maple District, he should have already made a move, but it didn't succeed. We have to go over and take a look."

"A killer from Egypt? You?"

"No."

"Then you brought him over."

This time Shiler didn't speak. Deathstroke had a "guessed it, right?" expression and said: "I said why you didn't escort the mural back with me, it turns out you went to find a killer. However, I have a question."

"What question?"

"What do you think is my problem?"

Shiler looked back at him, and his expression was similar to "If you dare to say a tongue twister again, I'll blow you up with one shot." Deathstroke said somewhat helplessly: "Come on, I am the world's number one killer, what kind of person can't I kill that you have to find another killer?"

Shiler hadn't spoken yet, and Deathstroke figured it out himself; he suddenly realized: "Oh, I understand. The target to be assassinated is Dr. Hall, but you actually don't want to kill him. If you find me, he will be dead. You have to find a clumsy one, so that after you take the security mission, you don't have to spend too much effort. Right?"

Shiler only gave him a "figure it out yourself" look. Deathstroke felt that he must have guessed it right. The two of them walked quickly toward Maple District, and soon arrived in the dense low-rise building complex. At this time, the police had already dispersed, and Shiler and they brushed past each other, but didn't attract attention.

Both of them looked like outsiders. However, as a tourist city, Midway City is never short of outsiders. Deathstroke would also attract some attention because of his tall figure, but Shiler's outfit wouldn't be noticed at all if thrown into the crowd.

Shiler paused at the intersection, then walked toward that yellow house. He stood on the side of the road and looked inside, examined the boss, turned to Deathstroke and said: "Go ask what happened, and whether you can get a ticket for that red-roofed art gallery."

"Why am I the one going?"

"That boss might know Dr. Hall, I can't show my face."

"My God, I'm not an Agent... alright, I'll go ask."

Deathstroke walked over and sat down. He ordered a drink and chatted with the boss. Shiler stood by the door and could hear a few sentences vaguely. Although Deathstroke said he wasn't an Agent, he was quite neat when doing this work. He spoke with a New Orleans accent—a typical Southern accent, which is hard to hear in a Northern city like Michigan—chatted with the boss about local customs, mentioned the police he saw, and then asked about that house.

Not long after, Deathstroke walked out and said: "Someone sneaked into Hall's private art gallery. However, Hall and his wife were not at home at the time, and the automatic alarm system was triggered. But after the police went to check, they didn't find anything, and it was finally judged as a false alarm."

"As for the ticket, he said that the art gallery is not open to the public, unless you are a friend of the Hall couple. They occasionally receive friends there, or hold banquets. It seems there is a banquet tonight."

"Didn't cancel?"

"How to cancel?" Deathstroke said, "If it were tomorrow or the day after, it would be easy to say. If it's to be held tonight, all kinds of ingredients have been ordered, and maybe the banquet hall has been arranged. Now at this time..."

Deathstroke glanced at his watch, "It's two o'clock in the afternoon. Those from out of town should have already arrived at the airport, and the locals should have changed into their outfits, ready to set off. It's impossible to cancel."

"Very good. Now we have a new mission target."

"What?"

"Go buy you an outfit first."

Ten minutes later, the two appeared outside a clothing store on a nearby commercial street. Deathstroke looked at the luxurious decoration inside the store and said: "Are you sure we want to buy it here? A designer suit shop on the scenic commercial street?"

"What are you afraid of, anyway the Justice League reimburses it."

"Makes sense, let's go." ===== CHAPTER 4587 =====