Mixing in American Manga as an Assassin

Deathstroke easily dodges Frank's stab at the bottle.

Su Chen stared at the two of them fighting.

Frank's every move was tough and fierce.

Having been in this industry for a long time, Su Chen could tell at a glance that this guy was from the military.

Close combat in the army emphasizes speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, killing the opponent in the shortest possible time.

But Deathstroke is like a cat playing with a mouse.

It's like turning on the prophecy hook.

Deathstroke dodges Frank's every move.

It's more of a play than a fight.

Deathstroke was at ease.

Even if Frank tried his best, he couldn't even touch the Deathstroke Armor.

"Ha." A mocking laugh came from under the orange mask.

Deathstroke seemed to have had enough, turned slightly sideways, and then clasped the opponent's wrist with his right hand.

Perfect throw over the shoulder.

Frank lay on the ground, vomiting blood.

"This is also an enhanced person." Su Chen had a piece of information about the death knell in his heart.

It seems that what I said in my previous life is right.

The poor rely on mutation, and the rich rely on technology.

Robot security guards stop Deathstroke.

If the fight continues, Su Chen will become No. 2!

"Everyone, the conference hall is ready." The robot security guard took out three access cards.

"On the third floor of the elevator."

Frank stood up with a sullen expression.

It can be seen that he is not the kind of magical creature who gets punched on the left cheek and then stretches out the right cheek.

If you lose, you lose. The future is promising, so he decided to let Deathstroke live a little longer.

Su Chen took the access card.

He smiled and waved, pointed at himself, and looked at the death knell: "Joker."

"Death Knell." The one-eyed mercenary nodded, stared at Su Chen and said, "The performance last night was wonderful and gave me a lot of inspiration."

"Thank you." Su Chen shrugged.

The three of them walked into the elevator.

The killers looked at the three strongest assassins in the world with fear.

One has a bruised nose and swollen face, while the other has a cold temperament and an orange warning color that makes people fearful.

The other one wears a clown mask, as if he is a clown. As his name suggests, he performs various unexpected tricks like a circus clown with endless acrobatics.

They looked like they had just run away from a costume party.

But any one of them can instantly kill any killer present.

Go into the elevator.

Su Chen tapped on the third floor.

The recognition system pops up on the left screen.

The three of them swiped their cards according to their ranking.

The hook bites into the elevator cable.

The elevator starts to sink.

The atmosphere was silent.

Su Chen closed her eyes.

"Crack."

The elevator landed.

"Here is the place."

Su Chen opened his eyes.

Entering the assassins' meeting for the first time, he was a little curious.

look straight ahead.

A medium-sized metal conference round table was placed not far away.

Surrounded by bare soil.

Yes, it's like a makeshift bunker dug during wartime.

If the person in charge of the hotel hadn't told Su Chen personally: This is the Assassin's Council.

Then he will definitely regard this place as a refuge.

Without him, it would be too simple.

There is a dagger stuck in the center of the round table.

"Oh, this thing has been here for a long time, but you haven't been able to pull it out yet." Deathstroke looked straight ahead and taunted Frank to Su Chen's right.

"Sooner or later." Frank refused to be outdone.

There is a custom in assassin meetings.

Top assassins can leave their mark on the table.

The dagger in Deathstroke has been there for 20 years.

Twenty years ago, there was a revolver sitting there.

But now, a new king has ascended the throne.

Deathstroke is the uncrowned king of the killer world.

Su Chen sat on the boss's chair on the left.

The boy sank lazily into the sponge cushion.

"Then, the first link, the information exchange begins."

The system's cold voice sounded.

"Please enter your question into the LCD screen in front of you."

"If the questioner cannot get the answer, the system will search for relevant clues and answers for you."

Su Chen's pupils narrowed.

No wonder.

No wonder these top three killers come here rain or shine every ten years.

It turns out that the Continental Hotel will provide them with information.

Su Chen was silent, curious for the first time about who was the owner behind the Continental Hotel.

The round table opens a groove and a high-definition display pops out.

Su Chen's fingertips jumped and he typed "Blade of Antos.".

This kind of thing is not important, and there is no need to worry about the hotel plotting against you.

However, the hotel allows the three of them to hear each other's questions and answers clearly, so they may also have the intention of making each other kill each other.

Like raising gu?

The other two people quickly completed their input.

The screen dimmed, and three questions popped up.

"One, the Fountain of Youth."

"Two, the Stone Key to the Niftan Trench."

"Three, the Blade of Antos."

"Fake." Su Chen scolded lightly.

These two guys must be messing around, right?

He glanced at the two of them.

They also had confused expressions on their faces, as if they were thinking about what the other party was asking.

Silence spread.

"I said." Su Chen knocked on the table lightly to break the silence.

It's better to expect Deathstroke to talk to the Punisher than to expect Natasha to retire tomorrow and marry him alive or dead.

"We will announce it openly." Su Chen said, "I believe these issues are not too important in their minds."

Rather than asking these questions to the other party, they are better to ask the mainland hotel owner.

"Then whose problem is the Fountain of Youth?" Su Chen blinked.

"Me." Deathstroke sneered: "There is no secret. The Fountain of Youth is a magical spring that can resurrect the dead and make the dying people young again."

Suchen nodded, Frank's eyes flickered.

If it were in the past life, Su Chen would definitely suggest that Deathstroke see a psychiatrist and lie to him about growing the longevity fruit at home.

But in this crazy world, even if Godzilla appears, I won't be surprised.

So Su Chen was very calm.

"What about the key to the Nigerian Trench?" Su Chen looked at the Punisher.

The Punisher muttered: "Ask for a friend."

"Ha." Deathstroke sneered.

Su Chen held his chin thoughtfully.

"Where's that dagger? What's so special about it?" Deathstroke looked at Su Chen.

Su Chen shrugged: "My aunt, an ordinary friend of mine, was stabbed by that dagger and turned into a leopard girl. Literally, she looks like a leopard."

"Would you choose to answer the question?"

Three people press No at the same time.

Su Chen shook his head and asked what question to answer. He didn't know anything, so how could he answer it?

The system was silent for a moment.

Then a cold synthesized female voice sounded from the round table.

"One, the Fountain of Youth."

"Originally known as Lhasa Road Pond."

"Located beneath the largest palace in Lhasa."

"Guarded by Lei Guxiao, the leader of the Assassin Alliance."

The knell is silent.

Su Chen silently wrote down this information.

"Two, the key to the Nephronian Trench."

"It's old, the content is missing and cannot be viewed."

Su Chen narrowed her eyes slightly.

The system can find out the location of the Fountain of Youth, but cannot find clues to the key to the Nephonian Trench.

Being able to build a door lock under the ocean trench is also a big project.

My intuition told me that the Continental Hotel was deliberately concealing this information.

"Three, the Blade of Antos."

"Original name is Leopard God Dagger."

"Located in the Kosovia region of the Middle East."

"Kosovia." Suchen held his chin in thought.

The Middle East is far enough away.

"Find time to take a look." Su Chen made up his mind.

"End of the meeting."

The display goes out.

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