Chapter 4588: Day of the Brightest (55)

In fact, all along, what Deathstroke struggled with was not just the identity of "father" or the identity of "killer," but the conversion between these two identities.

Deathstroke formed a family, not because he wanted to use the family to camouflage. Many stealth-style killers would do this because they need to walk within social rules. Just like when putting on sheepskin to mix into the flock, dragging a family along will look more real. But Deathstroke didn't need to do this; he didn't take this route.

He formed a family purely because he wanted to form a family. He might not have loved that much, but in the end, he still loved. He loved his wife and son and wanted to live with them. So he did just that.

However, all along, he had been trying to build himself into a violent symbol. This would lead to his inability to adapt to a peaceful family life. Violence had already been engraved in his genes. To calm down and be a good husband and a good father was relatively difficult for him.

At first, it was the sequelae brought by human body modification, making him irritable from time to time, and he had to stay away from his family to kill to vent. Later, this became a habit. He couldn't stay at home for a few days before he had to leave quickly, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable all over.

This led to his inability to enjoy family life. On one hand, he had love, but on the other hand, it was difficult to have long-term contact. He wanted to control, but he had to stay away from time to time. This was the most difficult problem to solve regarding his own emotions.

But now, Deathstroke had another train of thought. In fact, it seemed he could also take the stealth route.

First of all, the manic sequelae brought by human body modification had long since ceased to exist. To be precise, it had been cured for decades. Now he kills not out of instinct, purely just to take orders and earn money. Sometimes he doesn't like to take those that require a lot of killing; it's too tiring, and the wear and tear is too high. Although the body is not old, the spirit is a bit tired.

Secondly, logically speaking, his original old appearance could also make people lower their guard. After all, most of the time people would feel that an old man's body is very weak. But unfortunately, he matched it with such a strong body, and anyone who saw it would feel something was wrong. People who see such a strong young man will feel that youth is good, or feel that he is a professional athlete. But seeing such a strong white-haired old man, they will only think "Is he still human"? It's inevitable that they will want to look a few more times. Those who are vigilant are already on guard. Then there is no way to successfully infiltrate.

But now he has restored his young appearance, and if he doesn't wear a tight suit that highlights his muscles, he looks like an athlete with a stronger build. Plus he did play football and knows about quarterback knowledge, so pretending to be a football player is no problem at all. No one will feel strange. This provides hardware support for the stealth school.

Finally, although the age gap between him and his wife is a bit large now, Mrs. Wilson pays attention to maintenance and looks like a middle-aged woman. Older wife and younger husband is not non-existent. What's wrong with his wife eating well?

The only problem is that the age is too close to Joseph's. If it really doesn't work, he can only change from biological father and son to stepfather and son. Fortunately, Joseph looks more like his mother, and ordinary people have no way to expose it.

This way he can stop being Deathstroke for a while and stop being Mr. Wilson for a while. Find a place with more orders to squat, kill in the morning, and go home for dinner at noon.

As for not being a killer, Deathstroke didn't consider it. Mainly because he doesn't know how to do anything else if he doesn't be a killer; he can't really go play football, right? With his modified physique, if he really went to the field, it would be no different from a killer.

Deathstroke was conceiving, when he saw Dr. Hall had already come out. Immediately someone surrounded him. Deathstroke also picked up a glass of wine and walked over, because he was relatively tall and his appearance was very conspicuous, he immediately attracted Hall's attention.

"Sorry, Doctor. I must first apologize for my uninvited arrival." Thinking of the beautiful life in the future, Deathstroke didn't slack off anymore, and very actively began to camouflage, "I am Slade Wilson from New Orleans. The family has a small textile factory and has always been interested in textile art. I heard that your wife knows a lot about ancient Egyptian weaving culture..."

Hall naturally discovered that this young man was not on his invitation list. However, Deathstroke's honesty at the beginning won his favor. Plus he was so young and wealthy, Hall smiled and said:

"Hiara is still putting on makeup in the back. She will definitely be very happy that someone appreciates her weaving art. You two can have a good chat..."

Seeing that getting closer was effective, Deathstroke went further, almost squeezing to Dr. Hall's side. This was actually a bit rude, but because he was young, the people around just laughed, and no one argued with him. After all, everyone was so reckless when they were in high school and college, which was completely understandable.

Of course, Deathstroke didn't forget his main job. He chatted while looking in all directions. However, within the range of his vision, he really didn't see any suspicious characters.

Although Deathstroke likes the violent breakthrough set, it doesn't mean his eyesight is bad. In fact, his instantaneous observation ability is very powerful. Because only by fully understanding the situation in a short time can he formulate corresponding tactical countermeasures. This is the key factor for him to become a tactical master. But he didn't find any danger in this space.

Deathstroke almost immediately thought that this meant the killer's train of thought was different from theirs. He didn't seem to want to sneak in and mix into the crowd to give Hall a fatal blow. Why didn't he do that?

Deathstroke began to think. But no matter how he thought about it, doing so was the best. Because Dr. Hall is just an ordinary person, and he would basically lose his life if he took a shot. Just rush in and take a shot when there are many people, and the assassination is completed, why not?

This point couldn't be figured out, and Deathstroke began to think from another direction. This afternoon, someone broke into the house and triggered the alarm device. What did the other party come for?

If it was to scout the location in advance, then he should have mixed in. If he didn't take measures to mix in, there was no need to enter the house to scout and alert the enemy. This is completely contradictory.

Unless, the murderer deliberately triggered the alarm device, the purpose was to make Dr. Hall suspicious and cancel the banquet. After all, breaking into the house is not a small matter. Although canceling the banquet at this time might offend many guests, it is not as important as thoroughly investigating the matter of someone entering the house.

Deathstroke himself is a killer, so he is exceptionally fast at analyzing the logic of the opposite side. Making Hall cancel the banquet, the purpose is to make him stay alone. This is very likely because the killer doesn't want to make too much trouble. Just like some commissions Deathstroke received where the employer requested "small commotion," letting the other party die silently is what the murderer wants.

However, Hall didn't cancel the banquet. This means that the murderer might have to change the timing. But, Shiler's side received news that there would be an assassination tonight. That is to say, the murderer didn't change the time.

Can't kill in public, and can't change the time. Then there is only one possibility left—remote sniping.

Deathstroke instantly flashed through his mind all the scenes he had seen on that building. That place was simply a perfect sniper point, and if, sniping from there, his target would be... the window on the left!

Hall had already walked toward that window.

Deathstroke rushed over and tackled Hall to the ground. With a loud bang, the entire floor-to-ceiling glass shattered. Fine glass shards were like erupting white mist, and also like startled waves. The guests screamed and fled in all directions.

But just tackling Hall wasn't enough. They were still within the sniper's range. Deathstroke turned over and got up with his professional quality at the fastest speed, grabbed Hall's arm, and pulled him behind the cover.

He pulled like this, and felt that the hand feel was a bit wrong. The other party was heavier and harder to pull than he imagined. But this feeling was only for a moment, and soon he pulled Hall behind the cover.

"Oh, God, you saved me!" Hall said.

Before he could ask anything, Deathstroke took the initiative to confess: "Mr. Rodriguez sent me to protect you. He said your old rival didn't die and might make a move on you. That's why I mixed in to protect you. I didn't expect him to really dare to make a move."

"My God, it's fortunate that you were prepared early," Hall said with lingering fear, "Otherwise I would really be..."

Before he finished speaking, a scream came from the back of the hall. Hall hurriedly said anxiously: "It's Hiara, it's my wife!"

Deathstroke hurriedly grabbed him and said: "You wait here, I'll go take a look!"

After speaking, he rolled and came directly to the side of the hall, looking toward the passage, but didn't see anyone. He took out his pistol and walked toward the passage in a half-squat.

Bang! A very light gunshot, but it still didn't escape Deathstroke's ears. This represented that Shiler had opened fire.

Deathstroke ran toward where the gunshot came from. That was the entrance to the back hall. When Deathstroke ran over, a figure just happened to run away from the back door. The other party was fast, and disappeared in a flash. There was another figure behind the bushes outside the back door. Deathstroke saw that it should be Shiler, but he didn't show his face; he was hiding outside and firing, not sure if he hit. In the corner of the room, a woman was squatting there, looking a bit panicked.

Two killers? Deathstroke narrowed his eyes. No wonder Shiler had to pull him in. This Dr. Hall's enemies were really not few.

These two killers were clearly not in the same group. Otherwise, they wouldn't have cooperated so un-tacitly. If they were in the same group, the correct process should be: first mix into the banquet, kill Mrs. Hall in a good position, and then snipe Hall after he was attracted over. This order was completely wrong. So it could only be two groups of people who didn't communicate with each other.

Deathstroke just wanted to say something, when Shiler had already turned and chased the murderer. And Hall had already rushed over. He hugged his wife. Deathstroke heard this woman called Hiara mutter something in Hall's arms. She definitely wasn't speaking English, nor did it sound like Arabic. Deathstroke couldn't be sure what language it was.

If they were Egyptians, logically they should be speaking Arabic. But Deathstroke also knew Arabic. Although the Arabic accents in various places are different, he could also understand roughly, at least understand a few words. He couldn't understand a word of what these two were saying.

Then these two finally realized that there were outsiders present. Hall hurriedly turned back and said: "Thank you so much! If it weren't for you, we might have already... My God, excuse my rudeness, my wife is frightened. I might have to..."

Deathstroke waved his hand and let the two of them leave. Hall hurriedly took his wife upstairs. However, Deathstroke didn't leave. He climbed up the outer wall to the rooftop and jumped to the balcony next door. From there he could hear the conversation coming from the bedroom.

This time it was heard very clearly. They definitely weren't speaking Arabic, nor any language Deathstroke knew. However, Deathstroke remembered all the pronunciations, preparing to find someone to translate later. ===== CHAPTER 4589 =====