White Industries Group Building, Penthouse Office.

Floyd Lawton swaggered in and threw himself into the comfy couch.

He looked at the décor in his office, with a wine cabinet on the wall and a cigar box and equipment on the table.

The glass curtain wall on the right-hand side is enough to overlook the city at your feet.

And being able to take the elevator to the forty-third floor and walk into this office and sit on the sofa represents a status in itself.

"Happy ...... for the Rich"

The Death Shooter pursed his lips, he couldn't understand why Leo was living such a privileged life and provoking the existence of the Assassin League.

If you change yourself, you will definitely have luxury cars and yachts every day, star young models, and enjoy the wonderful time of spending time and drinking.

"Sorry, just finished a meeting."

It didn't take long for the owner of this office to push open the door.

Leo unbuttoned his shirt, pulled his tie, and walked to the side of the wine cabinet as usual.

"Whiskey? Red wine? Or something else? ”

"A glass of rum, if you have one."

Seeing Leo turn around and ask, the Death Shooter replied.

He is a killer who knows how to enjoy life, and most of the commissions he gets every time he completes a task will be deposited into his daughter's trust account.

The rest is spent on buying ammunition, updating weapons and equipment, and spending on cigars and alcohol.

"That's a glass of 'Captain Morgan.'" (Rum)"

Leo took two cups, and his wine cabinet was full of various categories, as long as the death shooter didn't say that he wanted to drink the red star two pot heads, he would probably be able to find them.

"I haven't thanked you for your help in coming over when I needed it."

Reaching for his wine glass, Leo sat down on the couch next to him.

When he returned to Star City, he asked the Russian Brotherhood's intelligence broker to send him a package.

Inside is a cigar, and the recipient is death shooter Floyd Lawton.

"This is a debt I owe you, and I didn't help much."

Death Shooter took the glass, he hadn't taken on business for a while because of the tracking of the Sky Eye Society.

So after receiving the cigar and seeing the sender's name, Floyd Lawton immediately understood the meaning of the package.

"Ever thought about getting yourself a job? I mean, the kind that has a stable income and doesn't break the law. ”

Leo asked with a deep meaning as he shook his glass.

"I know what you mean, Mr. White."

The Death Shooter changed to a more comfortable position, leaned on the sofa with his hands outstretched, and said with a smile: "Working for a rich man and a big man like you, this is what many people dream of, because the rewards are rich enough." ”

"But the danger that people like you have to face is certainly not ordinary kidnappers or burglars."

"Is Mr. Lawton also worried about the risks?"

Leo asked, pretending to be surprised.

He really wants to put the death shooter into use, the other party is a marksman and a top killer, the professional quality is absolutely passable, and the moral bottom line meets the standard.

As a member of the future suicide squad, it is also a good choice to receive your subordinates in advance.

"I'm a killer, and of course I assess the risks. If it were to assassinate a big man like you, I would never accept it, because I couldn't afford the consequences. ”

Death Shooter spoke in a serious tone, and after a moment, his serious face smiled, and he continued: "But I think you, Mr. White, would be a very good employer. ”

Leo's pursed lips were slightly raised, in response to the other party's compliment.

He wasn't very worried about the death shooter rejecting him, and in the face of the tracking of the Sky Eye Society, the world's top killer also had a headache.

If you want to get rid of Amanda Waller's harassment, you need to turn to another strong backer.

"I'll help you get custody of your daughter, full funding for her education, and write letters of recommendation to the best colleges in Gotham. And, of course, lucrative commissions. ”

Leo believes the salary will be enough to satisfy the Death Shooter.

"I ...... I don't need Zoe's custody, I hope you can help me find a suitable family, the kind with highly educated parents and a decent job...... I'm a killer, who knows where I'm going to die someday, and I don't want my daughter to suddenly lose her father one day and then have no one to take care of her. ”

The Death Shooter poured a sip of wine down his throat and exhaled, "All I need to do is have visitation...... Boss. ”

"No problem."

Leo raised his glass, he didn't know if the Death Shooter was the best gunslinger in the world, but the other party must be a good father.

"By the way, can I take that box of cigars from the table? I've been staring at it for a long time from the moment I walked through the door. ”

Once the employment relationship was reached, Death Shooter unceremoniously slipped the expensive box of cigars into his pocket with the consent of his new boss.

Then walked out of the office in style.

…………

Flights to Gotham, First Class seats.

On this trip, Leo only brought death shooter Floyd Lawton.

Felicity, for example, stayed in Star City and continued to run their vigilante team with Helena the Huntress.

Bronze Tiger Ben Turner follows Oliver Quinn and John Diggle to South America to deal with Kone's Super Army.

As for Lady Siva, she has always been an idle person, and after solving the crisis of the Assassin League, she drifted away to continue her journey around the world.

"Boss, what business do you have to grow in Gotham? To be honest, I grew up there, but Nai Ho Island is the worst place in Gotham, and I don't miss it at all! ”

The Death Shooter leaned back in his seat, cross-legged and sucked on a slice of lemon.

After accepting the job, he dutifully played the role of a bodyguard, and the only drawback may be that he is a little chattering.

"White Industries has a business partnership with the Wayne Group, and I'm going to be giving a speech at Gotham University football in a few days."

Leo said lightly.

His main goal is to meet the Batman who has returned to Gotham.

And to know what Bain's plans are!

According to Malcolm Merlin's report, Bane attacked a branch of the Assassin League and forcibly took Talia away.

The once behemoth of the Assassin League split into multiple groups after the death of Lars-El Gul.

Among them, Bane took some of the people and called himself the Shadow Warrior Alliance.

"Young man, you're also going to Gotham?"

As Leo was chatting with the Death Shooter, a slightly old but neutral voice interjected.

It was an old man with gray temples and a tall stature.

Compared with his frail and aging peers, he is extraordinarily energetic, and his figure is even a little too strong.

Judging from the clothes, the status of the old man is not low.

Dressed in an expensive hand-made suit, his hair is meticulously combed.

In particular, the eyes did not show the slightest sign of cloudiness, but seemed deep and calm.

Like the old aristocrats of the previous era.

"I'm sorry if I interrupt your conversation. I'm from Gotham, and when I hear you talk about that city, I can't help but want to say more. ”

The old man laughed, and his wrinkled face showed a little warmth.

"It doesn't matter old sir, it's always good to have more people to talk to on the journey."

Leo's eyes narrowed slightly, and then a smile appeared.

"Introduce myself, my name is Carmene Falcone."

The old man held out his hand and said his name.