Chapter 4587: Day of the Brightest (53)

Choosing a suitable suit for Deathstroke was not easy. This guy was really too strong. Height is one thing. Shoulder width, chest circumference, arm circumference, basically all reached the limit of human beings. Generally speaking, ready-to-wear stores can't buy clothes for people with such figures.

But as the saying goes, there is nothing that money can't do. A suit has a profit of 50%, the shopping guide might not bother to find it; but if a suit has a profit of 500%, Slender Man could find a suitable suit.

Clearly, the profit of this store might far exceed 500%. The sales staff not only found suitable ones, but also found several styles. Deathstroke's aesthetic for suits was still stuck in the last century, or perhaps the century before last. He liked the one that would be just right for attending the World Expo. Shiler picked a light-colored one for him, but he was very unhappy.

"Did you forget your current age?" Shiler held the clothes and lowered his voice and said, "The red plaid one you liked looks like a clumsy high school student who still has to wear his dad's old suit to the graduation dance."

"Not that bad, right?" Deathstroke showed a suspicious look. He went into the changing room and changed into that light-colored suit. This was a light blue casual suit with a bit of American nostalgic style. After putting it on, it was a bit like an American high school student from the last century, with a very casual retro style.

Of course, the clothes were retro, but the price was not retro. Deathstroke grinned when he saw that string of zeros. When walking out of the clothing store, he lowered his voice and said: "Batman will kill me!"

"You underestimate him too much," Shiler glanced at him and said, "Think about the luxurious security system in his office. This suit can only buy two cameras."

Thinking about it this way, Deathstroke felt it was true. If he didn't take advantage of the time Batman wasn't home to spend his money ruthlessly, how could he live up to the self that was once shocked by his wealthy and imposing security system?

Besides, as the world's number one mercenary, his price is very high when killing people, so it's normal for the outfit fee for camouflage infiltration to be high. But no matter how you think about it, this broken suit is not worth that price. If only it could be cashed out.

"Alright, your next mission is to find a way to mix into the banquet, and then stay around Dr. Hall. Don't let him be killed by anyone."

"What are you doing?"

"I will also find a way to mix into the banquet, but I can't be discovered by him. I will respond to you in the dark. Once the killer makes a move, I will chase him."

Deathstroke rubbed his forehead and said: "The problem is, how do I mix into the banquet?"

"How did you mix in before?"

"I didn't have to mix in before," Deathstroke said, "If the employer didn't have requirements, I would just draw my sword and hack."

"There are celebrities at the banquet, aren't you afraid of their retaliation? Besides, there might be your future clients in there."

"They have legs and will run themselves," Deathstroke said, "I just need to break the window and jump in at the climax of the banquet, and everyone will scream and flee, and I'll just chase the target."

"What if the employer doesn't let you make a big commotion?"

"Then I won't choose to make a move at the banquet," Deathstroke said, "And it's impossible for him to be in a crowded place twenty-four hours a day, just pick a time when there's no one around."

Deathstroke seemed to be afraid that Shiler wouldn't understand, so he said: "I built myself into a spokesperson for violent traits, just to make everyone feel unable to resist when they see me, and only feel fear, and will only flee, and will not have any thoughts of resistance. This is the only way to facilitate my use of such violent means to complete the mission. It's a completely different path from those killers who engage in stealth."

Shiler nodded; he naturally understood. A killer of Deathstroke's style doesn't need to engage in stealth. Because he turned himself into a violent totem that everyone fears. Even without seeing him make a move, as long as they see his appearance, ordinary people will feel afraid, and then be busy fleeing, and will not have any thoughts of resistance.

Just like on the boat earlier. If it were just an ordinary strong man dodging the fare, someone might speak up to point it out, and even the driver would argue. But if it were someone like Deathstroke, basically everyone would only think about whether he was a murderer who wanted to carry out a massacre, and how to save their own lives.

And even if it were professionally trained security personnel, after seeing him make a move, they wouldn't have any thoughts of resistance. How much money is worth playing with this kind of person?

This is the effect Deathstroke wants. As long as everyone is afraid when they see him, he can rush into the crowd unscrupulously. Because a disunited crowd is no different from a flock of sheep, all fleeing in a rush. And he only needs to grab that sheep, the target, and hack hard.

This mode has many advantages, such as not needing to worry about camouflage at all, not needing to design infiltration routes, and even not needing to pick a time at all. Come and kill, kill and leave. Can complete the mission with the highest efficiency. Unrivaled single volume is also an important indicator for selecting the world's number one mercenary.

However, this mode is relatively afraid of, or the kind of orders Deathstroke won't take, there are probably two types. One is a well-trained army. An army is a real violent machine. Deathstroke jumping in might not make them afraid; even if they are afraid, their duties also require them not to flee. If they unite to resist, it will inevitably form firepower suppression. At that time, Deathstroke can only run away. The other is that the sheep itself is too strong, even if all other sheep are driven away, he might be knocked away by a headbutt. Just like Batman. Deathstroke wouldn't be stupid enough to take an order to kill Batman.

But other killers are also afraid of these two situations. So Deathstroke's mode is already the benchmark for mercenaries. Because it is almost perfect, so there is no need to change it, and he hasn't encountered any commission that must abandon this set of processes. Now that he is suddenly asked to camouflage and infiltrate, he is really a bit scratching his head.

"Alright, listen." The two stopped at the intersection, Shiler pointed to the private art gallery, and said, "First hide the gun and weapons, then walk over and say you are here for the name, wanting to appreciate the artistic temperament of Midway City. When they let you in, don't smile too triumphantly, that's it."

"What?" Deathstroke was pushed by Shiler and didn't understand at all. Shiler pursed his lips and said: "Just do as I say. Hurry up!"

Deathstroke had no choice but to bite the bullet and go. He came to the entrance of the private art gallery, and a young girl was standing there, seemingly specifically receiving guests. Deathstroke smiled at her and said: "Hello."

The other party seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, her gaze stayed on Deathstroke's face for a few seconds, then examined his dress, and then returned to Deathstroke's face, and met Deathstroke's eyes.

Deathstroke felt a bit awkward, but he still said: "That... I'm here in Midway City for the first time. They said there's a great art gallery here, so I wanted to see it. Do you sell tickets here?"

The girl showed a smile and said: "This is a private art gallery, not open to the public. Besides, there is a banquet today, and we are not receiving outside guests for the time being."

"Oh... then alright. It's just that I'm flying away tomorrow, it's too much of a pity... I heard that the museums in this city are all great, but I only went to one..."

The girl was amused by Deathstroke's stuttering appearance. She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand and said: "Alright, boy. You're from the South, right? Let me guess, New Orleans?"

"Uh, how did you know?"

"Your accent is really cute, sweetheart. It's not impossible to let you in. I'm going to study in your place in the second half of this year, do you mind giving me your contact information?"

"Uh, no. I mean, I'll write it for you?"

The girl handed him a piece of paper, staring at Deathstroke's face unscrupulously, making Deathstroke feel a bit creepy. He wrote down an address and phone number at random and handed it over. The girl also took a blank invitation card, writing while asking: "Name?"

"Slade Wilson. The family is in the textile business."

"Natural product handicraft maker. Alright, take your invitation and go in."

Deathstroke took the invitation and went in. Until he sat on the sofa in the reception area, he realized what was going on—what else could it be? Isn't this pure seduction?

Deathstroke rolled his eyes in his heart. However, he also had to admit that this move was indeed easy to use. This mixing in was too smooth. Of course, this suit of his also helped a lot; after all, it was a designer suit, and I heard it was a spring new style, looking like the kind of clothes that a rich young master would wear. Plus his own face, who doesn't like a handsome young man who is stupid and rich?

Deathstroke walked to the coffee machine, just about to take a cup to get coffee, when he saw Shiler who also came to get coffee. He opened his eyes wide and lowered his voice and said: "How did you get in?!"

"From another door." Shiler pressed the switch of the coffee machine, "I'm much more skilled at this work than you."

Deathstroke examined him; anyway, it was the same. He was at most a rich second generation who was stupid and rich, but Shiler really looked like he was engaged in art. The light yellow-green base suit he was wearing was a color-blocking style, slanted from the right shoulder to the left waist, the upper part was solid color, and the lower part was a very fine and not very obvious plaid. The pocket on the left also had a pattern design. The cashmere sweater inside was also light-colored, with only inconspicuous stripes at the collar. Although Deathstroke didn't understand fashion very well, this suit looked fresh and bright, simple and elegant, like walking off the T-stage.

Although he hadn't known Shiler for a long time, he felt that this didn't look like the Agent's dressing style. Agent Shiler was like the kind of person who would wear a uniform all year round if he could. Choosing such flashy clothes was clearly for camouflage.

"You are really bold enough." Deathstroke said, "You were wearing this suit when you met Hall, right? You really aren't afraid of being seen by him?"

"I'll be gone when he comes." Shiler took the coffee and said, "I'm just here to remind you to get closer to him, don't let anyone take advantage of the loophole."

"Rest assured." Deathstroke said, and then looked at the hall, and said, "I feel like he's coming soon, you should leave quickly."

Before he finished speaking, Shiler was already gone. Deathstroke picked up the coffee cup, took a deep breath, and walked toward the hall. At this time, some people had already gathered in the hall of the art gallery, and they were chatting in groups of three or five.

As soon as Deathstroke walked in, someone noticed him. They first looked at his face, and then noticed the clothes he was wearing. Soon someone walked over to chat with him.

Deathstroke still used that persona: the only son of a textile tycoon in the South, interested in fabric printing and textile art, because he had long heard of Dr. Hall's great name, and traveled thousands of miles to participate in the banquet.

Deathstroke wasn't very good at chatting, but now he was young, and when he encountered topics he didn't know how to pick up, he pretended to be a stupid look, laughing shyly from time to time, and people just teased him a few times and wouldn't argue with him.

Looking at it this way, being young has its benefits. People will always forgive young people who are wealthy and good-looking. Looking at it this way, maybe he can try another path besides violent breakthrough, becoming a stealth-style killer.

Thinking about this, the anxiety brought by suddenly becoming young also dissipated. Perhaps, he can stop struggling with the conversion of the killer and father identities, and use his new appearance to take his wife and children to another place to start over. ===== CHAPTER 4588 =====