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These are all descriptions of Slade Wilson on the International Wanted Warrant, and even if you ask him to his face, he will not deny any of them, and he will think - what is there to hide?

In a way, Slade Wilson is a complete villain, a real villain, and even a serial psychopathic murderer. But he doesn't quite think that way himself, in fact he thinks he's a good guy. For him, the "death knell" is not himself, but just a job, a job he loves.

The job forced him to travel a ridiculously large number of times, but it also allowed him to make friends that he wouldn't normally meet. Take Tiggs, for example, a stocky, middle-aged man with round-rimmed glasses who has been a deathknell's agent for the past year and a half, since the previous one had been shot in the head.

Tiggs is one of the few people that Deathstroke trusts, and is generally responsible for doing his work.

Just the day before yesterday, Tiggs assigned him a new assignment, told him to meet in Russia today to explain the details, and assured him that it was an ordinary and easy task. That's the best condition for Slade.

In a luxury suite in a hotel in Russia.

As he sat down on the couch in the suite and waited to meet Tiggs, violent images flashed through Sred's mind, intense and familiar images, accompanied by spasmodic pains. Slade gritted his teeth and pressed his head, staring at the one-eyed as hard as he could, trying to capture every image that flashed through his mind.

He vaguely saw a huge team in the snow, and he single-handedly rushed away against thousands of horses. Without fear, he held his spear and fired his bow left and right, the blade of his sword shuttling through the crowd, his silver-white sword body dyed a blood-red color, and bright red blood flew everywhere in the white snow.

It's not that he hasn't done such a fatal thing in his career as a Knell mercenary, and it is precisely because he is an outlaw that he is feared by so many people. But this part of the image is completely unimpressed by him, although it seems to feel familiar, but there is no such part of the content in his memory.

Did he forget?

That's theoretically impossible, but with the effects of genetically modified drugs, Slade's brain utilization rate is as high as 90%, far more than the average human's 10%, which makes him almost never forget anything...... Unless someone forcibly makes him forget by special means.

The headache came and went as fast as it came, and it had been several times in the two days he had been in Russia. Slade felt a vague sense of discord, feeling that the memories from his arrival in Russia were a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. But in general, his instincts are always very accurate.

As he was thinking about it, it was time for the agreed meeting, when Tiggs, who was short and stocky, entered the suite with a small suitcase in his hand and sat down opposite Slade.

"What? Didn't sleep well yesterday? He greeted him like an old friend, "You don't look very energetic." ”

"Enough for this mission." Slade said coldly, "I already know the price, no objection." Let me know the details. ”

Tiggs stopped talking nonsense, and simply showed a photo and handed it to him. The photograph shows an ugly man with a pale face and disgusting wrinkles, and a pair of dark red eyes that shimmer with a dangerous and fierce light.

"This man's code name is 'Opossum', and it is only known that he has the ability to heal himself almost indefinitely." "Your job is to capture him." ”

"Of course, I know him." Slade said lightly, "This ugly ghost is barely an old friend of mine. ”

"Do you have a good relationship?"

"Not at all." Slade said lightly, "And work is work, as long as someone is willing to pay, killing anyone is the same." ”

"Hah, this is the Slade Wilson I know." Tiggs tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Speaking of which, have you heard about your son lately?" There seems to be intelligence that he is in trouble. ”

"Jericho?"

At this point, the strange feeling from before came back to me. Slade felt a violent thud hit his brain, causing his body to shudder involuntarily.

Tiggs noticed his strangeness and asked strangely, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"I ...... It's okay. Slade pressed his head, his temples stirring.

"No, I haven't heard anything about my son in a long time." He shook his head, got up and walked outside, "That's it for today, I'll finish the task and meet later." ”

Tiggs looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then said nothing. This is the kind of relationship between them, as long as they do their jobs well with each other, they won't ask much about each other's private affairs.

On the same day, Eric also arrived on Russian territory with Aegis.

Two days after Ruth Wilson, the daughter of the Death Knell, snatched the Beta armor, Aegis spotted her, but it was still a little too late. By the time Aegis noticed, she was already sitting on a two-hour flight that had taken off, and the target was none other than Russia.

And I don't know if it's a coincidence, Aegis also has reliable sources of intelligence that the famous international mercenary Death Knell has been in Russia for the past two days, which has to cause speculation. If she had prepared for the worst, Ruth might have rushed to Russia to find her daddy and join forces.

Of course, Eric didn't think so, he felt that Ruth's disgust with his father that she confided to him in the bar was not a fake, she really wanted to draw a line with his father, and she shouldn't take the initiative to go to him.

But in any case, such a possibility cannot be ignored. It just so happened that Aegis's informant in Russia had mastered Deathstroke's whereabouts, so he decided to use Deathstroke as a starting point, first trying to subdue Deathstroke to see if he could ask for information about his daughter.

"That's probably the case." Coulson, who was in charge of the operation, had given a general explanation of the situation to all the agents involved at the base of operations, and projected the ugly face of the man, codenamed "Possum", on a large screen.

"According to intelligence, this man is the target of Knell's trip." "Knell has always been cautious, and his whereabouts are extremely difficult to grasp, but his goal is different. We can use this man as bait and wait for him to take the bait. ”

At this, he paused, and deliberately glanced at Eric, who was sitting in a corner of the room, who was distracted.

"Do you have questions? Mr. Charlotte? ”

"Nope." Eric shook his head, paused, and said, "I just think...... The death knell probably has nothing to do with the events we are concerned about, and I don't think Ruth will come to him. ”

"And what else do you have to do?"

"No, not yet."

"Then it's settled." "Everyone is ready, it's time to act, it's tomorrow night." ”