Chapter 1302 Persuasion Max

The Assassin's League's fortress is built on a cliff. The only means of transportation in and out of the fortress are helicopters and cableways. Therefore, the fortress also has an apron and an underground hangar, and dozens of aircraft of various types are parked in the hangar.

Damian's original idea was to use light skills to glide if he left alone to avoid being tracked by the locator installed on the helicopter. Now that the secret party in the East Palace has been exposed, the group of ninjas who are determined to follow him can no longer lurk in the Assassin's League. If you want to take them with you, you can only take a helicopter.

Even if he is tracked now, it doesn't matter. If grandpa and mother are sensible enough, they won't have the guts to harass him in the short term.

The two leaders were frightened by the young master. No one in the Assassin League dared to stop this team. A group of people got on more than a dozen double-rotor troop transport helicopters, slowly took off into the sky in the sunshine, and flew into the distance.

The helicopter flew smoothly among the mountains. Damian was sitting in the helicopter cabin, and Deathstroke was lying next to him. The young man checked the mercenary king's physical condition and found that except for the blown eyeball, which could not regenerate. , the injury has fully recovered.

The physical pain was no problem, but Deathstroke's mental condition was very bad. He looked like a salted fish who couldn't help but feel heartbroken. He probably thought that he was dead and might be poisoned by the devil boy.

"Mr. Wilson... I want to apologize to you first... I'm sorry for making you disabled."

Damian organized his words and tried his best to speak in a kind tone: "You may not believe it, but I really didn't mean to blind you. It was just an accident..."

Deathstroke glanced at the young man with his remaining left eye, and said with some annoyance: "Don't talk to me like a naughty kid after getting into trouble! That's right, you are still a child, and I can't claim compensation from your parents. If I'm blind in one eye, I'm blind in vain, so I can only be considered unlucky!"

Damian smiled awkwardly and continued: "Actually, there is no irreconcilable personal grudge between the two of us. I hope you will not bring your personal emotions into this conversation."

Deathstroke sighed, his mood eased slightly, and he said coldly: "Stop beating around the bush, just tell the truth. What do you want from me? Otherwise, you wouldn't leave me alive, right?"

The young man snapped his fingers and praised: "It's great to chat with smart people! I asked my gang members that the Assassin League has conducted a background check on you. Are you a mercenary? By the way, do you have A cousin is also a mercenary, and I seemed to have confused you with your cousin just now."

"It's not a secret. I was a mercenary before joining the Assassin's League and after I betrayed the Assassin's League. As for my cousin, I have a very bad relationship with him and basically don't interact with him. Who knows where he hangs out? Tell me about him!"

"The so-called mercenaries work for money, regardless of their position, and do not distinguish between good and evil. So, can we put aside this little unpleasantness and re-establish a cooperative relationship based on equality and mutual benefit?"

Deathstroke laughed and said, "You want to hire me? In the mercenary world, I am the most valuable! Can you afford the price?"

The black-haired boy also laughed: "Don't talk to me about money, money is Bochet, we must respect our dreams!"

"Mercenaries are the people who disrespect dreams the most. Their dream is to make money. We'd better just talk about money. If there's no money, don't talk!"

"You misunderstood me. What I meant was that I am not short of money. I can give you any amount you want. In my chaotic memory, I have never been short of money in my entire life!"

Deathstroke stared at the young man with suspicious eyes and asked: "You are a twelve-year-old kid who just ran away from home and only has a group of fanatical believers around you. How can you not be short of money? You are not planning to hire me and let me lead These ninjas rob the bank and then pay me part of the money they robbed? This idea is a bit naive!"

"It's such a hassle to rob a bank, especially in a world where there are a lot of gay transvestites who like to meddle in their own business."

The black-haired boy shrugged and said: "As a rebellious kid who ran away from home, isn't it a basic operation to steal the family's money to use as activity funds before running away? Do you really think that I only took these ninjas and ten with me when I left the Assassin's League?" How many planes are there? I can hide it from the ninja master and secretly install anti-aircraft weapons and machine gun towers under his nose. I will definitely take down the intelligence department, financial department, procurement department, logistics department, security department and technical department within the alliance..."

The young man thought it was too troublesome to elaborate, so he simply summed it up: "Let's put it this way, I took away more than half of the wealth of the Assassin's League that my grandfather spent 700 years accumulating, and I can leave the other half to my grandfather and mother. Afraid that the League of Assassins would collapse, the two of them lived on the streets out of charity."

Deathstroke blinked his one eye, and then he realized that he must not judge the young man in front of him based on his youthful appearance. He was an old fox in a child's skin, and he was much safer than an adult!

Others don't know how much assets the Assassin's League has accumulated. Deathstroke, who covets the position of leader of the Assassin's League, knows it best. The rock wall training camp is just one of the training grounds for the Assassin's League to train ninjas. In addition to this secret base, there are many places around the world. There are many branches in various places, including ninja training camps, fortresses, prisons, islands, companies, scientific research institutions and laboratories.

Lars al-Ghor has been in contact with major international forces for centuries, seized historical opportunities, won huge wealth, and built a huge foundation from scratch.

Due to his early start and long-running family business, the combined net worth of several famous emerging bourgeois second-generation rich people in the DC universe may not be as good as his, but now their grandson has hollowed out their fortunes and turned them into wedding dresses. .

This is exactly the dilemma that the hero has to face in his late life. Even if the alliance members know that the ninja master is an old immortal cursed by the devil, they will always feel a little upset when they see him with white hair and beard, hunched over and looking like a dying old man. .

This caused his prestige to continue to decline unknowingly. Even with iron fists and killing people to establish his authority, he could not rebuild it. On the contrary, it made people think that he was old and confused, and started to make some mistakes that a wise master would make in his later years.

The distrust accumulated over the years finally reached a breaking point after the next generation of the designated heir to the Alliance was born. Damian's departure was actually a split of the Assassin's Alliance, and one organization became two organizations.

The Assassin's League around the world is divided into two factions. After receiving the news, more than half of the Assassin's League branches around the world have changed their banners and no longer respect the orders conveyed by the headquarters. Only Young Master Damian follows the lead.

Unless the ninja master leads the remaining men to a war of unification within the alliance, captures the splintered organizations one by one, and finally kills Damian with his own hands to cut off the thoughts of the members, otherwise he will only be able to swallow up most of the foundation and change hands. The bitter fruit.

Originally, all of this should have belonged to Deathstroke after he launched a surprise attack and successfully killed the Ninja Master and became the leader of the Assassin League. But now he can only watch helplessly as the young man in front of him shows off his wealth and uses the money that should belong to him to hire people. He had mixed feelings in his heart.

The one-eyed old mercenary raised his arrogant head and said loudly: "As a top mercenary, I am not just a rich dude who just pops up and throws money at me! Put away your damn money, you are insulting me." My dignity!"

The young man's face sank, he stared at his only remaining left eye, and said meaningfully: "Okay, if you don't want to cooperate with me, then let's talk about compensation. You killed many ninjas during this raid. A considerable number of them are loyal to me, how should you compensate them?"

"In order to plan this operation, I spent all my savings. I thought that after doing this and getting the Assassin's League, I would have more money than you can spend in a few lifetimes."

Deathstroke acted like a rogue and said provocatively: "As you can see, I lost the last copper in my pocket and an eye, and got nothing. So, I'm sorry, I can't pay." I don’t want to pay for it.”

Damian said coldly: "As a mercenary, you should know that the Geneva Convention clearly stipulates that mercenaries do not have the right to become prisoners of war... That means I can impose punishment, torture and torture on you at will."

Deathstroke sneered: "I have long been mentally prepared to be tortured and die miserably after joining the mercenary profession! What can you do to me? Goug out my other eye, chop off my limbs, and throw me into the ants Dens and snake pits? You should understand that for some people, dignity is more valuable than death! I am the kind of man who would rather die standing than live on his knees!"

The black-haired boy shook his head: "After all, I'm not a devil...Besides, even if I chop you into human sticks and feed them to ants, there's no profit. I think you have good external conditions. Are you interested in becoming an idol? At least." It can earn me a little money to make up for the losses and provide pensions to the victims."

Deathstroke was stunned, not understanding what the young man said, and said in astonishment: "Being an idol? What kind of idol?"

"I vaguely remember that there is a magic medicine in China that can restore people's youth at the cost of changing their gender..."

The black-haired boy pinched his temples, as if he was painstakingly remembering: "It's a pity that I forgot how to make this super easy to use magic medicine. Fortunately, I have a gangster netizen named Inu Jin in Japan. He was online a while ago. He sent a message to summon gang leaders around the world to promote the business of making gang members make money as idols, saying that it was really profitable. He also recommended a plastic surgery agency in Thailand to everyone, saying that the doctors there were a bit perverted, but the surgical skills were so superb that they almost looked real. At this point, I will arrange for you to go to Thailand tomorrow, and you will have to work hard to make money and pay off your debts in the future."

Just like the Supreme Mage's dojo is equipped with wifi, the Assassin League's fortress is also covered by the Internet. Damian has been an Internet addict since he was a child. When he was 6 years old, he hacked into the Ministry of Defense of Hope to steal information. He was on the dark web. There are many netizens with mysterious identities.

Deathstroke blinked his one eye, and it took a lot of effort to figure out what the demon boy meant. He immediately put away his tired look, and said extremely seriously: "Boss, how much do you plan to pay to hire me? At least make an offer. If you make an offer, the deal might be done!"