People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 27 027. A Profitable Death Knell

At the same time, in the valley villa.

"Yes, Director, he was hired by those people. Okay, I understand..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang San asked Kara next to him, "Where is he now?"

After dealing with the matter at the police station, Zhang San is now going to deal with the tool man.

"Gotham, and has been motionless for a long time."

tsk...

As expected of Deathstroke with a brain, he was unwilling to ask Luther for help even if he went to find the enemy.

Unfortunately, he has more than one method.

A call came from Zhang San's side to Gotham. Batman, who was watching Cyborg get the bomb for Deathstroke, received a call from the butler Afu.

"Master, Zhang San from the Evergreen Police Department is looking for you."

Batman glanced at the two people next to him, then walked to the corner alone and asked the butler Afu to pick up the phone.

"Big boss, I want to make a deal with you. I don't know if you are interested in death knell, such as buying a super bodyguard who only obeys your orders..."

Listening to Zhang San's product introduction on the other end, three question marks appeared in Batman's mind.

Wasn't Waller planting the bomb?

And it wasn't Waller who caught him?

"Steelbone, wait a minute."

He shouted to stop Cyborg who was about to take out the nano bomb. When the other person saw this, he immediately said:

"You can't do this, we just agreed."

"Don't move, my machine is still in your head."

"..."

Deathstroke saw Batman walking towards him, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Why don't you tell the truth? Deathstroke."

!

Realizing that something went wrong, Death Knell wanted to run, but the back of his head was connected by a mechanical tube extending from the steel-skeleton hand. If he forcibly broke free, he might die.

This was actually Cyborg's intention. When Batman shouted stop, he deliberately did not withdraw the mechanical device inserted into the back of Deathstroke's head.

"why?"

Deathstroke wants to know why, there's no way Batman has been chasing Lex Luthor for so long and just dropping a lead like this.

"Someone gave you to me, and he said you weren't worth a dime."

Batman looked into his eyes and asked word by word: "So, where is Luther hiding?"

The situation on the field suddenly changed. It was originally a deal between Deathstroke and Batman, but now it was Deathstroke being interrogated unilaterally.

"I won't tell you until you remove the nanobomb."

This is Deathstroke's trump card, he won't be scared by Batman like this.

Lex Luthor’s news is valuable.

"Get it for him."

Cyborg didn't ask why, he took out the nano-bomb honestly.

Seeing a metal grain smaller than a grain of rice lying on the steel bone's hand, Deathstroke finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I put a tracker on Luther's yacht. Using this device, I can search for his current location."

Throwing a small black box at the opponent, Deathstroke, who didn't want to stay any longer, put on his helmet and prepared to leave.

"Don't worry, we still have a lot to say."

Batman held out a hand to stop him, Deathstroke quit immediately, and he drew his knife ready to hit two.

"Looks like you don't even know the little ones that live inside of you, do you?"

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Seeming to have thought of something, Deathstroke looked down at his injured leg.

[fk! 】

It must be, the housekeeper named Kara sent nanobots into his body in addition to treating his wounds.

"There are many spider-type nanobots in his blood, some of these things are concentrated in the main organs, and some of them..."

When he said this, Cyborg's eyes were fixed on Deathstroke's belly, as if there was something extraordinary here.

This is not a good thing in the view of Death Knell. He put away his knife and said to Batman in a depressed heart: "Actually, it would be nice to retire to be a gardener."

...

"Sir, how much are you going to take?"

On the sofa of the villa, Zhang San, who was delighted to make money, thought about it and decided to take a hundred thousand first.

The custom pool had disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was the familiar poison pool, which was also the only pool where the contents could be sold for money.

In case of draw, 200 million guaranteed gold card.

Counting the 2000 million that just arrived and the previous 1000 to 30 million, Zhang San now has a total of more than 3000 million in deposits.

hey hey hey...

Isn’t this just making money with money!

Although the level of the gold card is not as good as the red card in the custom pool, it can add up to a lot, and weak ability is better than quantity.

"Kara, back then Chen Daozai won 20 million with 700 yuan, and I, Zhang San, will use this more than 3000 million to win [-] million today!!!"

"Yes sir, I believe you." Kara nodded, her eyes full of trust.

Without further ado, he took out a portrait of Doom Soldier from his space backpack and pasted it on the wall of the living room.

Zhang San, who lit a plate of mosquito repellent incense, poured toilet water on his hands and rubbed them together, worshiped his idol seriously.

Bad luck goes away, bad luck goes away...

However, just after he prepared everything, the system interface that was opened again changed again.

The Fusion function is turned on.

These simple words almost scared Zhang San to death. He really thought that his plug-in could detect banknotes stored in other people's cards.

In terms of fusion functions, it’s pretty good.

This function is very practical, after all, I have so much money now.

If you take out a bunch of junk skills and use them to synthesize them, you might be able to turn them into awesome skills.

But after he carefully read the description of the fusion function...

[Fuck, 1000 million times? ! 】

The fusion interface has a total of five empty boxes. Except for gold cards and red cards, cards of other colors need 1000 million for each fusion!

Zhang San tentatively put his Mud Man and Soap Master in, and a 20% probability immediately appeared under the hammer surrounded by five grids.

After adding three skills again, the 20% probability becomes 50%.

This means that even if he fills up the grid and spends 1000 million, there is still a half chance that the fusion will fail...

Hey!
A feature that even dogs don’t use!
Although the skill will not disappear after the fusion fails, the money will be gone. He will only use it if his brain is broken.

Just thinking about it, I know this must be a trap!

Drawing ten cards in a row changed his mood, and when he saw ten cards that were as unsettling as before, he decisively skipped the card-turning animation.

Creature Card: A mosquito that has learned the skills of a capitalist.

Bio Card: Disposable Earthworms for Fishing
Equipment Card: A keyboard that can be used by the God of Audition for one year
Equipment Card: Very breathable black three-hole hood

Equipment Card: Dual-purpose Fishing Rod
Skill Card: Always have the quilt on you
Skill Card: Walk without falling

Equipment card: relatively sturdy white plastic chair
Creature Card: Two mung bean flies that can play poker

Equipment Card: A full box of scotch tape
There are few good things in the pile, especially those two mung bean flies...

(End of this chapter)