"Not now."

The Arab took a half-step back, letting the blade of the katana run against the tip of his nose, slicing through the delicately groomed beard.

The knife was just a deterrent, and both sides knew it, and Ars El Gul had no intention of fighting to the death, and Deathstroke would not fight such a difficult opponent without receiving a commission.

Sure enough, the two of them parted with a touch, and Deathbell sheathed his knife back into the alley, staring at the Assassin's leader.

"Just tell me that the people under the snow in the suburbs were sent by that force," the Arab said, pinching the cuffs of his suit, and said indifferently, "Since we have the same goal, this request should be fulfilled." ”

"Alignment of purpose does not mean that we are allies." Knell smiled sheepishly, "And it's likely that my employer won't welcome someone like you into Gotham...."

Before the words fell, ten figures jumped down from the rooftop,

They all wore pitch-black hoods, inky cloaks, and nightowl-shaped glasses embedded in opaque visors.

A flash of surprise flashed in Ars El Gul's eyes, he knew the identities of these people.

Beware the Court of Owls， that watches all the time，

Beware of the Owl Court, always watching your travels,

Ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch， behind granite and lime.

Peek into Gotham City, hidden in a low-walled attic.

They watch you at your hearth， they watch you in your bed.

He was with him at home, and he was also in bed and bed.

Speak not a whispered word about them， or they'll send the Talon for your head.

Don't mention his name, and the claws will find your head.

This nursery rhyme is about a group of mysterious people known as the Court of Owls who rule Gotham City in the shadows, using a killer named Talon to enforce their will.

These killers are highly trained and hiding in secret bases throughout Gotham City, where Talon will kill any ruler who defends the court whenever needed.

For a long time, Batman had been the only obstacle to their control of Gotham, and now, the Dark Knight is dead.

The barrier is gone.

"I can't believe that these night stalkers hired you." The Assassin leader was stunned and said to Deathstroke in the corner, "When did you hang out with these people?" ”

"I don't care who the employer is, as long as someone pays the bills." Knell said hoarsely, "Unfortunately, for the time being, there is no one who bids higher than the Owl Court. ”

"Good evening, Mr. Ars El Gul." One of the owl's talons spoke, "I heard you want to destroy Gotham?" ”

The Arab spread his hands and sighed, "It seems that I have come at the wrong time. ”

"Indeed." Sharp claws encircled the Assassin's leader, and countless blades were faintly aimed at the Arabs' vital points, "If you leave with your people, maybe we can live in harmony." ”

"Put away your knives." The Assassin leader was so unfazed that he didn't even shake his eyelashes, "Ask your master if he would like to be blown up by a ballistic missile in a few minutes, along with the entire manor." ”

The pupils of the claws contracted suddenly, and the blade in his hand was pulled out with a "pop" and rested on the neck of the Arab.

The blade pressed against his skin, and the Assassin Leader said indifferently, "I can not destroy Gotham, but I will participate in this massacre." ”

"Why?"

"The Owl Court is targeting people to erase the instability in Gotham City," the Assassin Leader held out his finger and pushed the blade away, "and I, on the other hand, want to see the true face of the man who could kill Batman." ”

The Owl Court notices the man who killed Batman, and watches in the dark as he fights Hydra.

As much as they don't like Hydra's sneaky little moves of trying to invade Gotham, the Owl Court doesn't want such a completely uncontrolled butcher in their city with no rules to speak of.

The owl talon thought for a moment and said, "That's all? ”

"So far, that's right." The Assassin leader relented, saying, "You can't get anything out of him anyway, are you?" And he is not so easy to deal with, being able to kill an entire elite squad of heavily armed Hydra with a fire axe, and by the way, capture the existence of Baron Straker, which is beyond the scope of the Owl Court. ”

After that, the Arab pouted at the death knell in the corner, and said, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have to pay a lot of money to invite him to come over and suppress the formation, would you?" ”

Talon was silent for a long time before he got a hint from the upper echelons from the intercom headset, "You can participate in this operation, but the Assassin League can't take the lead in attacking, and you can't take away the slaughter or his corpse afterwards." ”

"Deal." With a rare smile, Ars El Gul walked straight to the end of the alley, and before stepping into the neon-lit borrowing, he turned to the owl talons and smiled and said, "I have a hunch that he will come tonight." ”

Deathstroke asked, "How so?" ”

"....." the leader of the Assassins sighed, and said in a poet's aria, "Deathstroke, perhaps you are the best of the Assassins, skilled in tactics, fighting, strategy, and planning, but you don't have that intuition, the intuition of a slaughterer. ”

As soon as Knell wanted to refute, he heard Ars El Gul say expressionlessly: "I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and I have killed ten times more enemies than yours with my own hands. ”

No one responds,

The leader of the assassins stretched out his fingers, flicking the crumbs of candy left by the children in his suit, and added the second half of his sentence indifferently, "It doesn't matter. ”

Deathbell narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, as if thinking of something.

Ars El Gul continued: "A butcher does not care about the movements of his animals, he struggles, he cries, he screams, he begs for mercy, these actions are meaningless in the eyes of human slaughterers. ”

"I'm sorry, but I'm not an animal." Deathstroke smirked and said, "And these owls don't think of themselves as poor worms in the enclosure." ”

The Assassin's gaze was not warm, he just stared at the death knell, as if he wanted to see through the armor through the filthy soul hidden underneath.

"I've seen the pictures of the Richard Sapa family massacre in the Gotham police system," the Arab said, "and for the massacre, you can make enemies, search for enemies, and kill enemies, and you can do them all at once, and efficiency comes first." Maybe at this moment, he has sharpened his knife, ready to paint this Christmas with an indelible blood. ”

An inexplicable depression descended here, and everyone not only raised their heads and stared at the gloomy sky.

In the clouds, there was no shadow of a bat lamp.