Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

Chapter 563: Accepting orders in times of danger, Tomorrow’s Knight Agreement

Let's go back in time a little bit.

Let me take a look...

Well, Death Angel VS Deathstroke Deadpool...

Well, Wade still has such a bad mouth, and the whole battle with the Angel of Death was mixed with a large number of telegrams and various unplayable words, so that I don't know how to write this paragraph at all.

Simply put.

Wade got up, but Slade didn't even make a move, and then the Angel of Death was killed by Wade.

Wade came up and directly pulled a wave of time remnant legions, and then started a righteous siege. Before the Death Angel understood what happened, he was beaten into a pig head by our thunder-headed Bichi Bichi.

"The Order, right? The Angel of Death, right? The Heir to the Cloak, right?"

"You have offended the Wilson family and you still want to run away?"

"Duang~Duang~Duang~"

Wade was holding a katana in both hands at the moment, and he kept hitting the hockey mask on the Angel of Death's face with the back of the knife. The mask was dented by the back of Wade's knife.

Around Wade, a bunch of Wade's time remnants were making various movements, and the Angel of Death, Michael Lane, was obviously numb. At first he would try to resist, and then there were piles of Wade. I jumped on him and played with stacks of arhats, and was almost crushed to death by him.

Now...

Poor Michael Ryan just wants to ask himself three questions.

who am I?

where am I?

What am I going to do?

"You need to be angry." Slade seemed to have had enough of watching the excitement, and even looked at Michael with a trace of pity. "The bell tower is destroyed, we have to rearrange our base."

"This guy... take him with you by the way."

"What are you doing with him? I'm just stunned. I don't even know he's being used by that bullshit cult." Wade cursed and sheathed the katana in his hand, and turned the watch on his hand to check the time around him. The remnant disappeared in an instant, "The successor to the Dark Knight, at this level, is not as durable as those bat cubs."

(You didn’t use such a rogue clone technique when you bullied those bat boys, right...)

The corner of Slade's mouth twitched, and he complained silently in his heart, but he still cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Brad's side should have been transferred to Paradise Island by Wonder Woman, and now he can save Batman. We are the only ones competing with Superman. Although this guy is average, he has many people and many powers."

"Wayne Tower can be used as a temporary base. We need to replenish equipment and a plan."

"Yes, yes... I'd better trouble my cousin to do the brainstorming. After all, you guys who play tactics are all dirty-minded. A simple and kind-hearted little white flower like me can't think of any dirty plan... "Wade rolled his eyes, and then took off the deformed hockey mask on Michael Lane's face, "You think a young man is so good, how can he be brainwashed by a magician..."

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The heavy snow gradually stopped.

The two murderers of the Wilson family have just finished their leisure and entertainment activities, and the remaining police forces of the GCPD are also taking back Gotham in an orderly manner.

Everything seems to be moving in a good direction... maybe.

After all, no one knows that Mr. Batman, the guardian of Gotham, is currently locked up in a claustrophobic basement by his dear brother, playing with bondage.

And four figures were driving towards the Wayne Building in the Diamond District in unison at this moment. Among them, there is a couple who still seem to exude the sour smell of love... Well, I am talking about you, Mr. Dick Grayson. Your father has disappeared and you still want to ride a bat motorcycle to flirt with girls, right?

Fortunately, Batman always has a Plan B, which includes but is not limited to a series of emergency measures such as Batman's death, being controlled, and losing contact. The children of the Bat Family know where they can get help, such as the Wayne Technology Department, Gotham City's largest arms research and development department.

Mr. Lucius Fox, the then director of Wayne Group, can now be regarded as the second-in-command of Wayne Group. Even if what happened in Gotham tonight is enough to make him anxious, he still has time to support his family. The boss’s adopted sons.

The meeting place was on the 13th floor of Wayne Tower.

The number 13 is actually unlucky in the West because in the Bible, Judas, the thirteenth believer, betrayed Jesus. The 13th floor of Wayne Tower is actually supposed to be another "Batcave" for Batman.

Mr. Lucius is on the phone at this moment. Because the citizens of Gotham City continue to purchase large quantities of fearful laughing gas serum, the production department of Wayne Group is almost at full capacity, but it is obvious that there is still a bit of insufficient capacity.

This time the villains went a little too far, really.

"I have Mr. Bruce Wayne's approval. All the expenses this time will be accounted for in the group's account." Lucius was obviously a little emotional. "Money is not worth mentioning in front of human life! Increase production capacity! Priority Treat the elderly and children! If you need anything, ask for financial reimbursement!"

"We may have arrived at the wrong time." Behind him, a low and hoarse voice came out suddenly, as if he had suffered from pharyngitis for many years.

"..." Lucius hung up the phone and turned around expressionlessly. Behind him, four more figures appeared at some point, "No, you came at the right time. I don't have time to wait for you too much." For a long time, Gotham is in a mess now, and Wayne Group needs someone to direct it."

"His reaction is so bland..." The young girl wearing a domino mask poked Red Robin beside her, "I thought he would be more..."

"If your boss likes to appear behind you when nothing happens, you will get used to this routine, Miss Barbara Gordon." Lucius shook his head helplessly and came to a room covered with dustproof cloth. In front of the huge machinery, he pulled away the dustproof cloth and said, "If you can, please help me."

Tim grinned at Barbara, then trotted forward to help. Jason and Dick looked at each other and then joined the helping team.

"Wow!"

It was dusty and it looked like no one had been here for a long time, but the good news was that the facilities here should still be in use. Covered by a dust-proof cloth was a huge supercomputer. When Lucius pressed the power button, the entire wall lit up instantly. It was a huge display screen with a black bat mark appearing in the center...

Batcomputer, Unit 2.

"Batcomputer, start BM-013 Tomorrow's Knight protocol, authorization code, Fox fox."

Lucius leaned close to the microphone on the table and spoke softly. Then, he turned around solemnly and looked at the four young people behind him.

Around everyone, the floor began to loosen, and a large number of equipment display cabinets hidden in the floor gradually rose up, bringing with them flying dust.

"Mr. Bruce always considers the worst-case scenario and this is just one of his backup plans."

Lucius said.

"Put them on, knights, Gotham needs you."