"I want him to die, don't you understand?!! Why is he still alive??!! ”

The Black Mask's roar echoed throughout the building, an almost hoarse voice that was enough to show his rage.

"Because he is much stronger than the men we have sent"

"I don't want to hear this answer, this bunch of shit, my money can only hire such useless guys? Why didn't the Red Hood just take them out!?? ”

"I think he's demonstrating."

"Find me some top-notch killers and price me higher than that black bat! I want him dead! At all costs!! ”

Black Mask wasn't crazy, he knew it well. The Red Hood is far more damaging to him than Batman has done. Batman's behavior pattern can only interrupt or make him lose a trade, but it can't destroy his foundation, and the judges sitting in the chairs won't do anything about his "legitimate" profits.

But Red Hood won't, he threatens him like a shovel to a potato, he will follow every rhizome of his roots to find all his benefits and take them out. That's devastating. Batman is a troublesome opponent at best, and this guy is definitely a natural enemy!

Batman is a guy who can still coexist, and this guy can only be a choice between life and death! He must die, and for this Black Mask will stop at nothing to achieve this goal.

"I've raised the price and exceeded Batman's bounty order, and I'm sure a lot of killers will contact us soon"

As the first secretary of the black mask, everything was arranged at the first time.

"Very good, remember to note that life and death will not be refused."

The secretary's decisive and swift work calmed Black Mask's fury.

"In fact, there is already one person who has shown interest in the job"

"Who?"

"Death Knell"

The secretary's answer succeeded in diverting Black Mask's attention from the window.

"He? Hum! What else could he ask for? ”

Knell's criteria for taking on the task are not very fixed, the price is on the one hand and on the other hand, whether he is interested in the task or not, he is a very willful guy.

"He wants to be able to meet with you"

“... Time and place"

The secretary quickly told him where and when the death knell was left. Black Mask didn't show any reaction the whole time, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Jason sat in the room, and the voice of the black-masked secretary in the bug was mixed with the unstable sound of electricity:

"Shit!"

Jason didn't expect Knell to be interested in it. How could that guy suddenly come and get involved in this? Hasn't he given up running around after Dick's ass?

"I knew that guy was going to plant bees and butterflies everywhere, and he actually attracted this guy to the damn thing."

Although there is no direct evidence, Jason has a hunch that one of the reasons why this guy will come is definitely because Nightwing has been in Gotham recently. As for the rest of the reasons, he needs to hear it for himself..................

Black Mask arrived at the appointed place at the scheduled time, and Death Knell had been waiting for him for a long time.

"You're very punctual."

Deathstroke sat casually on top of a shipping container and watched Black Mask get out of the car.

"I'm a businessman, let's say, what do you need for your next mission?"

Black Mask said straight to the point, he needed to figure out the purpose of this guy, lest he accidentally end up killing the red hood and provoking the death knell, which would definitely outweigh the losses.

"My men will help you take out the Red Hood, but in the meantime I need you to join us"

Knell said without turning around.

"Huh..... No way! ”

Black Mask simply refused, he didn't want to be planted in the hands of Death Knell instead of Red Hood.

"Don't say that, I'm not asking you to follow my commands. No offense, but you're a scum in addition to being evil."

"So what did you do when you let me join? Do your laundry and pay for your coffee bills? ”

Knell's words infuriated Black Mask, but he knew Knell was right. The members of the Knell "Society" are all superpowers, and this organization specializes in taking on tasks that are not easy for crazed dictators or governments to act into.

"That's not wrong, you know we need a stronghold to fix ourselves and make it easy for people to find us, and we need some place to hide from those pesky cops."

"I thought it would be easy for you to take them out"

"It's really easy, but the aftermath is very troublesome, I just collect money to do things and don't want to cause too much trouble"

"So you want to use my power to provide you with this platform?"

"Yes, how? It's a good deal, I'll get someone to take out the Red Hood for you for free and you just need to provide some services for my people."

“... Do you do it yourself? ”

“... Can you afford it? ”

"Not free?"

"I said, find someone for you for free"

"Humph!"

It has to be said that the opinion of the death knell has a strong appeal to the Black Mask, and the price of taking out the Red Hood is just to provide some storefronts. Black Mask had been thinking about it, and Death Knell was not in a hurry at all, he knew very well that this was a very good deal for Black Mask, and he would definitely agree.

"Listen, I'm going to die with a red hood, the kind that is completely dead, I want his head to be nailed to a spear, I want his internal organs to be crumbled all over the streets, I'm going to die in a leather vest made of his skin."

"If you're satisfied, then the deal is done?"

"Good, deal!"

Deathstroke and Black Mask make a deal, but someone isn't happy, Jason is one and the other is Batman.

"That's bad news, isn't it? Master Bruce"

Alfred stood behind him with a snack for Bruce, and he was annoyed by what was being displayed on the computer screen.

Death Knell is a tough guy to deal with, and even if Bruce is well prepared, it's hard to make sure he can win 100 percent. He'd be working with Black Mask, which means he's starting to expand his business to Gotham.

It used to be only an occasional mission, but now I'm probably going to have a permanent job here, which is not good news for Gotham or Batman.

Bruce didn't answer Alfred's words, he didn't even move and sat in his chair in his original position. Alfred closed his mouth, placed the plate at a suitable distance to Bruce's right hand and left the cave, returning the space to Bruce alone.

Bruce was deep thinking, and what was the problem that was bothering him and making it difficult for him to make a decision........