DC Tyrant

Chapter 358: Mercenaries, death knell.

Day three.

Although the identity of Batman was announced, Bardi was still able to sit comfortably in the office of Wayne Building, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, watching the sun shine slightly in front of the window, shining colorful colors. Light, lightly taste the orange-red Ceylon Highland black tea.

Since last night, I took Nightwing to see the Court of Owls, and secretly sent many hints into the Court of Owls. The entire Court of Owls has no serious problems, and is gradually being controlled by Bardi. Strength, claws, have also been in the hands of Bardi, under the leadership of Yewing.

In an instant, Batik was enough to control all of Gotham's economy, and today, Gordon was directly promoted to Acting Chief of Police, and the official appointment will be made soon, and the old Chief, because Corruption goes to prison.

"Master, 872 mercenaries have assembled in the hall."

Alfred knocked on the door, then pushed open the door of the office, stepped on the soft dark red handmade carpet, the shiny leather shoes fell into the carpet, walked into the office, and said.

Bardi gently blew on the black tea in the white quilt, the orange-red Ceylon Highland black tea rippled, and the warm aroma rose, and sipped the black tea gently until he finished drinking this cup of Ceylon Highland black tea. The emperor put down the cup and saucer, took the tissue from Alfred, and wiped his mouth.

"Has the Congress, will, and the President be in touch?"

Bardi put down the tissue, took a step, and walked out of the office.

"I got in touch, my lord. Several members seem to think that my lord is in trouble and offered a lot of money, so they almost wrote on their faces that I want to embezzle, and I want money."

"As for the President of the United States, he is very interested and said that if this is true, he can use Gotham as a pilot site for planning."

"There are three generals who were persuaded by our military weapons and agreed to see them. If they can be persuaded, the next batch of US Army weapons will be replaced, and the 2 billion military spending will belong to Wayne Enterprises."

Alfred followed and replied slowly.

Buddy laughed dumbly: "I'm not soliciting business for Wayne Enterprises. Contact General Sam Lane for me. I need him."

Alfred hesitated for a while, and said, "Master, I tried to contact General Ryan, but he seems to have a problem with the master."

"Probably because I was a superhero before, tell him that I have weapons to restrain Superman."

"Okay, sir."

…………

Gotham Building.

synagogue.

The Great Hall can accommodate more than 2,000 people. At this moment, all kinds of mercenaries are divided into completely different teams. The appearance of Zatui here brings a bit of gunpowder and cold aura.

There are bird hunting mercenaries with red ribbons on their heads, black water mercenaries in black, falcon mercenaries, wolf mercenaries, the famous Mike who is extremely rogue and can escape, and on the side. In the corner, like a ninja, standing in the corner, holding his chest with both hands, one eye closed, the king of mercenaries exuding a cold breath, the death knell.

Everyone is afraid of Death Knell to varying degrees. Invariably, his surroundings are very far away from other mercenaries, as if they are isolated.

From all over the world, all kinds of people, famous mercenary squads, all gather here.

In fact, there are more, but those who can't pass the security check in the United States and can't enter Gotham, it proves that they have no ability, and there is no need to appear here.

They were completely scattered, a small group of people gathered together, and kept discussing in whispers, Bruce, what do you want to do?

"Mike, are we really going to work with them? They look very professional." A thin, smart, small Asian with a mustache asked his boss.

And this Mike is a big man in Russia. In Badi's world, this Mike was the first to surrender to Badi and become Badi's subordinate, and was later killed by Batman.

Now here, he is a big man of nearly forty-five years old, and his face is serious as if he has an angry face.

"Don't be afraid, we'll follow suit."

Mike's speech was righteous, without the slightest shame.

The surrounding mercenaries cast contemptuous glances.

Mike has the strength, and also has rich experience in the battlefield and firearms, but in the mercenary line, he is a special case. He is particularly afraid of death, and has first-class escape skills. He can easily give up various tasks, resulting in a bad reputation.

The moustache beside Mike nodded in sympathy, expressing no opinion on Mike's boss's policy.

"Bruce, the playboy, the identity of Batman has been exposed, do you want us to protect it?"

"Are you stupid, Batman can beat ten of you with one, and you need to find protection?"

"I don't believe in Batman, I just believe in the gun in my hand."

"What can he do?"

"Abduct a female star home to sleep?"

"Ha ha!"

"No matter what the mission, the value is suitable, even if I bomb the White House."

"As long as you have money, no matter what the task is!"

In the midst of the discussion, Bardi and Alfred slowly walked into the square of the Great Hall. In an instant, there was silence.

Buddy glanced at him, the mercenaries here, they have a sharp edge, they looked at Buddy without fear, and some even knew that Batman was him, and they wanted to fight with provocative eyes.

"One month, one million dollars, under my command, I will give you tasks of different value. If you complete them, there will be a bounty."

Numerous mercenaries looked at each other in dismay, and some singles, or two or three, or five-person teams, had already jumped up and down.

One million is a waste of a month for a five-person team, and each person is divided into 200,000. This is already a good reward. Compared with other dangerous missions, obviously, the mission in Gotham will be much safer. .

The largest mercenary group with nearly fifty people, Zuo Ke frowned, shook his head and said: "Our team, the average score of one million is only $20,000 per person, and a month is too long. , we won't..."

"One million per person! One month!"

Badi said indifferently and coldly, it is not a problem that can be solved with money.

There is no one available to him at all. Even if Batman is rich, he has not considered a large number of subordinates, and he cannot complete his plan at all. Batman can only use the money to smash a legion out.

To make Gotham bright, it is definitely not just Batman alone. Batman can be used as a symbol, but he must have talents.

One person can't do it.

"Wow!!!"

The entire metropolis burst into commotion in an instant.

There are 872 people here, one month, that is to say, Bruce needs to pay 872 million US dollars in employment costs, which is astronomical for this group of people.

Now they know why this guy can be Batman and they can only be mercenaries.

"I promise!"

"me too!"

"I haven't met such a fat sheep for a long time... No, my employer."

"Okay, I promise."

"After finishing this ticket, I will go home and get married!"

"accepted!"

When many mercenaries responded enthusiastically, there was a cold hum, a different humming sound.

Death Knell leaned against the wall with a cold expression in his one eye.

"One million, you want to buy my month? Batman, you're too imaginative."

Badi looked at this ungroupable guy. Death Knell did have the ability, which was different from other ordinary mercenaries.

"You can be my bodyguard, two million."