Marvel's Joker Game

"Two cocktails, please"

In a remote underground bar, in front of the bar, with lights and loud music playing in the background, Roger asked the bartender for two drinks.

Then, he leaned sideways against the bar and said to the black killer next to him: "I paid for the drink. You just pay the money when you leave."

The black man's left eyelid twitched, and he smacked his lips and said, "This is how you treat guests."

Roger chuckled and said, "I agreed to treat you to coffee. If you insist on coming to drink, of course you should pay for it."

The black man shook his head, confused by Roger's strange logic. He dropped his fist on the bar and groaned: "I'll give you my treat, but don't try to get me drunk so you can get some information. As a killer, there are some bottom lines and principles that cannot be touched.”

The black man didn't care about the drink money. For a killer of his level, any business would start with US$10. He was even more wary that this weird guy would have ulterior motives and try to use this method to make him relax his psychological defense.

Roger sneered, watching the bartender's pleasing techniques, and said casually: "I'm repeating myself, I'm not interested in your employer behind the scenes, what I'm interested in is your ability, let's make a price."

After the previous confrontation and short conversation, Roger had figured out the identity of this person.

Like Batman, he is also a time traveler from DC, and he is also Batman's enemy villain, a black man nicknamed "Death Shooter", and also a core member of the Suicide Squad, Floyd Lawton Jr.

The red sight he wears on his right eye is standard equipment for a dead shooter. This sight has precise detection functions and is equipped with high-end technologies such as radar and thermal induction, which can greatly enhance the hit probability of a dead shooter.

In the DC world, Deadshot is the most accurate, top-notch, and deadliest shooter in the world.

With such a master of assassination, Roger naturally wanted to take him under his wing.

Deadshot was not surprised by Roger's price. On the contrary, he was more interested in the relationship between Roger and his assassination target.

When he was lurking across the building to aim at the target, he didn't notice Roger's presence because of the angle. When Roger started chasing him, Deadshot thought this man was the target's secretly lurking bodyguard.

Now it seems that the identity of the other party is not that simple

"I don't want to owe you a favor. You spared my life just now. In return, I can kill three people for you." Although Deadshot is curious about this person's identity, he does not want to get involved too deeply. It is obvious that he has nothing to do with this guy. Getting involved in relationships is not a good thing

Deadshot has always been a loner who only works for money and refuses to be anyone's lackey.

Roger took a cocktail prepared on the bar and took a slow sip, savoring the taste of various liquors on his tongue.

"You think your life is only worth three lives." Roger was not satisfied with this offer, but did not say it directly.

"Then what do you want?" Deadshot touched the goblet, his eyes wandering.

Of course your life is priceless, but if it comes at the cost of losing your freedom and dignity, then you have to weigh it carefully.

"Three years." Roger raised three fingers and said, "Serve me for three years, and I will pay you. Even if I hire you, you are still making a living from this profession, so it's not a loss."

Deadshot raised his head and took a sip of wine, burped, and did not immediately agree.

Roger observed his expression and continued: "This is my bottom line. Of course, you can refuse, but I also have the right to take back your life."

As he spoke, Roger raised his right hand flat, as if holding a gun and pulling the trigger.

Deadshot was silent, but he was sweating all over. Just now, he heard the inaudible sound of pressing the trigger hidden in the noisy noise.

His sensitivity to firearms is beyond ordinary people. Even though Roger has nothing in his hands, Deadshot can actually smell the bullet.

The opponent has a gun 100% of the time

Deadshot was extremely certain that at such a close distance and with the opponent's incredible ability, he would never be able to avoid this shot.

Life, death and choice are just a matter of thought

In the bar and dance hall, while the dancing figures of crazy customers flicker, the atmosphere at the bar seems to have solidified.

The waiter and bartender looked at the performance of these two people and found it very interesting, but they didn't take it seriously and were still busy with their tasks.

three seconds later

"You win" Deadshot shrugged and showed a helpless smile.

He also has a daughter waiting to go back and take care of him, but he doesn't want to die in this inexplicable world.

At the moment when Deadshot compromised, Roger's murderous aura suddenly disappeared into nothingness. As if nothing had happened, he put the gun on the bar, smiled and patted the black man on the shoulder, like an old friend for more than ten years. Like praising: "Wise choice"

"Believe me, three years from now, when you look back at this moment, you will definitely not regret your current choice."

Deadshot spread his hands and said: "Who knows, maybe you are just a big liar."

Roger did not refute, but showed an understanding smile: "I am a big liar, maybe I can find your way back."

These words were very mysterious, but Deadshot was horrified when he heard them: "You know where I come from?"

"Of course" Roger smiled, "because you are not the first person from another world I have met."

"Who else?" Deadshot's tone was trembling. He originally thought that he was the only time traveler in this world, but the information Roger revealed opened the door to a new world for him.

Maybe, this guy named Roger is also from the same world as him, otherwise how would he know about time travel?

"Don't look at me like this. My hometown is a normal world. There are no freaks like you." Roger's words were tantamount to admitting his identity as a time traveler. We are all time travelers anyway, and there is nothing to hide.

Moreover, even if you say it, others may not believe it.

Sometimes, telling the truth can have the opposite effect.

Sure enough, after hearing Roger's words, there was a hint of doubt in Deadshot's eyes.

"Hurry up and finish your drink and I'll take you to meet your fellow villagers. Maybe you two will get along well," Roger urged him.

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from between the two of them to the bar and grabbed the empty space.

Roger and Deadshot were both people with extraordinary reflexes. The moment their hand touched the bar and before they could pull it back, they attacked at the same time and held down the man's wrist and elbow respectively at an angle.

"Hey, don't get excited. I just think this thing is very strange, so I borrowed it for fun. Don't be so stingy."

The person's tone is frivolous and mean, making people have the urge to slap him.

Roger and Deadshot looked cautious, because what the man held in his palm was not nothing, but a transparent gun.

It's the one Roger put on the bar just now

"If you're smart, put down your guard and I'll cut off your claws." Roger turned his head and threatened in a cold voice. A strange man came into view.

When he glanced at the man's face, Roger's pupils shrank. Under the penetration of the strange eyes, he could tell at a glance that this man was not his real face, but was wearing an artificial human skin.

The true face beneath that skin is particularly ferocious and terrifying.

It’s like a zombie crawling out of hell.