Chapter 653: Raging Waves of the Red Sea (Part 3)

Hearing Schiller's voice, Deathstroke didn't even turn his head, but continued to take vegetables and fried eggs with tongs, then walked straight to a seat. Schiller followed him to the seat and sat opposite him.

"Actually, I've always been curious, how do mercenaries like you who wear masks eat?" Schiller stared at Deathstroke's face and asked. Then he saw Deathstroke lift his mask halfway from the gap in his uniform at the neck, revealing his mouth, and then put the steak into his mouth.

Judging from the chin he revealed, his appearance was very young, but it was unknown whether he was married and had children like in the comic's backstory.

"Are you here to carry out a mission? Who is the target this time?" Schiller continued to eat the food on his plate and said, "We can be considered old acquaintances. The target this time wouldn't be me again, would it?"

"Not you," Deathstroke answered very simply. He didn't say much, the exact opposite of his cousin, but his words and actions would reveal quite a bit of information to Schiller every time.

First, Deathstroke was indeed here to carry out a mission this time. Second, the target of the mission was not Schiller. Third, the target of the mission should be in this hotel.

Because the food on Deathstroke's plate was very little, at least compared to his height and weight, this was even much less than a breakfast portion. This meant he should be taking action very soon, so it was not advisable to eat too full to affect his actions.

And judging from his dress and attire, he should have prepared his equipment and didn't care at all about the strange looks cast by the tourists next to him. This meant he wasn't here to investigate; this would be his last time here, so he wasn't worried about being exposed.

Schiller just took this encounter as a coincidence, until ten minutes later, when his hotel room door was kicked open, and that black and yellow figure rushed in, pulling out the long sword on his back.

Through the wreckage of the door panel, both were stunned. Schiller put his hands on his hips, sighed, and said, "It's been so long, haven't you realized you can't kill me? Do you want me to perform it for you again?"

Schiller scattered into gray mist with a "bang", and then began to change into various shapes in the air. Deathstroke planted his sword on the ground and watched him perform. After Schiller turned back into a human, Deathstroke asked, "Where is he?"

"I guess you mean Oliver Queen. Some shareholder of Queen Industries hired you, wanting to kill the resurrected Oliver. So it seems his butler must have betrayed him..."

"But unfortunately, he's not here anymore. You're a step late. He went to be a superhero with some guy you also can't kill." Schiller shook his head, looked at the wreckage of the door panel, and sighed.

"Who is that person?" Deathstroke asked.

"Maybe you wouldn't know even if I told you. Green Lantern Hal, some guy glowing green all over." Schiller replied.

"What abilities does he have?" Deathstroke asked next.

"Many. Flight, teleportation, immense strength, instant healing. And now his energy is exceptionally abundant; he can fight you until the end of time. Furthermore, if he can't beat you, he'll call for support. As soon as he calls someone, there will immediately be hundreds of green-glowing Christmas elves at your door dancing..."

"Mission over." Deathstroke said very calmly, "The previous employer couldn't afford this price."

*One Sword Reigns Supreme*

"Perhaps they won't stay together forever. You can totally wait until they separate before taking action." Schiller offered a suggestion.

"This is a rush order. The employer required me to kill him within three days, otherwise the deal is void. The target's price changed, the deal is aborted, but the deposit is non-refundable. Goodbye."

After saying that, Deathstroke left. Every move he made spoke of how professional an elite mercenary was, but at the same time, the price to hire him was outrageously high. That some people in Queen Industries were willing to pay such a high price to hire Deathstroke showed that they really wanted Oliver dead.

Originally, Schiller had no interest in the dirty dealings behind this, but after Deathstroke left, several waves of killers followed one after another.

Although they were not as professional as Deathstroke at all, precisely because of their lack of professionalism, upon finding Oliver wasn't there, they wanted to take action against Schiller.

Although the final result was participating in the ocean's ecological cycle, Schiller still felt annoyed. This group of flies disturbed his vacation.

So, on a morning when the West Coast was still warm, Schiller called Bruce and asked, "Do you know Queen Industries?"

Bruce glanced at Aisha, who was sitting next to the dining table with wide eyes, waiting for him to feed her, and said, "Of course I've heard of them. They are very famous on the West Coast, especially in the semiconductor industry, capable of rivaling Wayne Enterprises..."

"They should have some abnormalities recently. Find out these abnormalities and tell me. Final exam plus 2 points."

"No, Professor, I'm very busy recently and don't have that much time. For business-related matters, you can also go to Lex; he's been very free recently, fighting Clark every day."

"Listen, Bruce, the reason I don't go to Lex is that 2 points are fundamentally unimportant to him. 90 points plus 2 points has no meaning. I mean, 58 points plus 2 points, only then can you pass."

"But I won't take the exam..."

"If there weren't these 2 points, you would definitely score 58 points."

This was already a naked threat, but after glancing at Aisha who was still waiting for food at the dining table, Bruce sighed and said, "Alright, I'll give you the data in half an hour."

After Bruce hung up the phone, he picked up Aisha, patted her back, and said, "I have important business to attend to now. You have to eat by yourself."

Aisha was about to cry, but Alfred picked her up, and Bruce successfully left the dining table and began to investigate matters related to Queen Industries.

He didn't know why Schiller was suddenly interested in Queen Industries, but thinking of Oliver, who had been rescued from the deserted island earlier, he thought it might be related to this heir of Queen Industries.

Not long after, Schiller received the information related to Queen Industries. Other information on it was normal, only one project appeared exceptionally glaring.

After the liberalization of capital controls in 1989, a large amount of foreign capital, including speculative short-term capital, flooded into Mexico, and Queen Industries' investment in foreign capital was part of it.

The data showed that Queen Industries wanted to move some semiconductor factories to Mexico, and in order to build factories, they carried out more than 50 investments, including but not limited to buying land, purchasing raw materials, acquiring and merging local industries, and hiring personnel.

And among the data provided by Bruce, there was some very secret information, for example, Queen Industries was not satisfied with the industries on the surface; they were also interested in some industries with smaller investment but larger output, such as the cultivation of drug raw materials.

As everyone knows, Mexico has some local specialty crops, such as marijuana and poppies. These cultivation industries are deeply embedded in the lives of the Mexican people. These plants are crops that many local Mexicans rely on for survival.

At the same time, large-scale plantations operated by capital oligarchs have amazing output. This is also why Mexico was able to surpass Colombia in the drug and raw material industry in just over a decade.

The climate here is suitable, labor costs are low, and coupled with the fueling of certain countries, this industry has become a pillar industry of this country, and the rich profits naturally attract many bloodthirsty crocodiles.

Of course, Mexico's drug industry didn't just develop recently, so Queen Industries' cooperation with them didn't just start recently. The data showed that as early as more than 20 years ago, Queen Industries already had cooperation with certain local companies in Mexico in the shipping industry.

The West Coast's favorable conditions provided the best help for this way of making money. Low investment, fast output, low risk—these continuous incomes laid a firm foundation for the development of Queen Industries.

And in this document, a name was mentioned. That was a drug production and sales organization that Queen Industries had always been in contact with—"Guadalajara".

"Guadalajara?"

Hal, standing at the bow of the ship, read this word somewhat awkwardly. He said, "I'm sure I shouldn't have heard wrong. The people on that ship just now said it like that."

"This should be a Spanish word, so we read it very uncomfortably, but at least we figured out what this organization is called. This is a very good start." Oliver, standing beside Hal, said.

The sea surface in front of them rippled. Arthur jumped out of the water. Hal grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the ship. Arthur wiped the water off his face and said:

"Just now, I went down and asked the fish nearby. They said that around 4 PM every Tuesday, two ships the same as before will pass by here. As long as we can take one of them, we can ask them where their home is."

"Their base must be in Mexico. The question is, which province exactly?"

"It should be in Badiraguato." Oliver said in a very certain tone: "On the way here, I checked the data. Badiraguato is the place where Mexico's shipping is most developed, possessing unique conditions. If that so-called Guadalajara is a very strong drug dealer organization, then they will definitely use that place as their main base."

"Then we'll wait for their ship to come over, and then ask them for the specific location of the base." Hal formulated a combat plan.

The three waited on the ship until Tuesday afternoon. For these three, dealing with drug transport ships was easy. Hal attacked, Arthur was responsible for shaking the ship's hull with seawater, and Oliver sniped from their own ship. The three quickly knocked down almost all the drug dealers on one ship.

Hal landed on the deck, grabbed a live one he had specifically left, and asked: "Where is your base? Who is your boss?"

But that crew member had already been scared silly. Hal, glowing green all over, looked completely like the devil recorded in the Bible in his eyes. He kept waving his arms and roaring, spitting out a string of Spanish, not a word of which Hal understood.

Activating the translation function of the Green Lantern ring, a string of profanities came at him, roughly meaning cursing Hal as a devil. Hal interrogated for a long time, but this person wouldn't say a word. Hal could only throw him into the sea.

After Oliver boarded the ship, he said: "Asking these crew members is useless. We have to find the captain or the first mate, or some people doing clerical work. Only these people have reason and can negotiate terms with us."

Sure enough, just as he said, although the captain was already dead, the first mate was still alive. He kept begging for mercy, pouring out all the information he knew.

Among all the information he said, besides confirming that the base of the Guadalajara organization was indeed in Badiraguato, there was one name that appeared repeatedly. Hal and Oliver determined that this person was the leader of the Guadalajara organization.

He was called—"Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo". ===== CHAPTER 654 =====