Chapter 55

I ran into the house and realized that he was not there. My sensing suggests that he is already moving away along the roofs of neighboring houses from here, which shocked me.

It's not like Deathstroke to quit in mid-run. To be honest, I admit that I had no real chance of defeating him. I could only hope for the arrival of help from colleagues or Betts, when they received a signal from the neighbors that I had shots and the noise of a fight here.

By the way, I think I can already hear the familiar sounds of a siren.

Although, again, I doubt that our police could have scared him. Then what exactly prompted him to leave me alone?

This is a riddle that I must solve ...

Four hours later, the basement of the Black Cross bar.

Slade Wilson winced from the pain in his chest, despite the genetic modification of his body, the wound should have already healed. The blood stopped, but the pain was still there. But Deathstroke knew how to endure. And he didn't complain about her. In addition, the thought that he will now receive a huge reward for such a trifling matter (relatively as it turned out).

A week ago, the boss of the local new gang "Black Cross" received an unusual order for him: to check the combat capabilities of Isaac Dinklage, a police officer of Gotham City, without killing him. For this they gave ten million. The amount is quite large for this, but he agreed. They even provided him with the information they had.

A couple of days studying the object and then another couple of days for preparation.

And today was the day when the "test" passed. In a way, Dinklage impressed Deathstroke pleasantly. For the most part, he was an ordinary cop, only in battle it turned out that he had a killer instinct. There is even a certain learning curve. Not a master, it would be painfully flattering to say it. But up to the level of the same Robin, he holds out. Although Wilson could not figure out where the boy was hiding the weapon. But he amused him. The mercenary even had a desire to fight him again. Only later, when "grows up". So in five years. Perhaps he will annoy some of the local "bigwigs" and he will be ordered. And Deathstroke will not abandon the contract.

- Good afternoon Deathstroke. The narrow-eyed man just below him greeted the mercenary. - You, I suppose, fulfilled the order?

- Yes. Here are the video materials. - he handed him the flash drive. - Here are my thoughts on its level and capabilities.

- Thank you. It's a pleasure doing business with you. Here is the payment, as agreed. - he put the case on the table, and then left.

Deathstroke paused as he counted the money. Of course, retreat from the battle could be done later. The wound did not bother him, and the victory was his. But there was another unaccounted and unexpected factor that made him back down.

League of Shadows. Namely, one of his old acquaintances, who appeared briefly on the horizon and smiled at him. At first, he thought that she wanted to take advantage of the battle and attack him, Deathstroke. But then, after he left, he did not feel the tracking or the tail. Therefore, one conclusion remains.

The League also needed this Dinklage. But why?

No one could see it, but Wilson smiled nonetheless. He was amused by this situation. It is a pity that he cannot observe the unfolding situation around the boy, who is interested in serious personalities. Because he now had a bunch of other things to do.

- I hope you survive and amuse me some more. Deathstroke whispered.

***

My wounds have already begun to heal, and my health is recovering little by little.

Renee came up to me:

"You got in trouble, Isaac. She chuckled and lit a cigarette.

"I'm shocked myself at what Deathstroke needed.

"He didn't need you, but someone else. He's just a mercenary. - she gave out. - Although the world magnitude. I don't even know what it was. Either such an order from the employer, or your luck and Deathstroke immediately ran home to turn off the iron.

- Ha-ha-ha ... kha-kha! And I see you Rene has picked up sarcasm from me. - I laughed at the situation through a cough. I even wanted to smoke myself, although I don't.

- You are very bad company. She smiled. - Do you have a place to sleep?

- I'll spend the night here. It was just me that the kitchen and the gazebo were ruined. Pamela will "conjure" a new gazebo for me, - Rene immediately grimaced. She does not like her, still the reputation of a "freak" does not let her go - Yes, and there is money. I haven't said it seems to you yet, but won the lottery. I wanted to buy a car. But it looks like you will have to postpone the purchase and renovate the house. By the way, there is a familiar company of repairmen?

- Not. But when you repair the house, do not throw away the address. I feel you will have to rebuild yourself a house more than once.

- I see you are kind today.

- I have not slept good. I only thought to lie down, so I received a signal that you have a mini-war here with shooting and destruction.

- Sorry. It's not my fault.

- Okay, you get better. I think they will give you a couple of days for treatment again. On you, after all, everything heals like on a dog. - and went to the criminologist.

Eh! And why do I need all this?

While there is a possibility, I looked at messages from the System:

Attention! You've got a new level!

Attention!

You have completed a hidden mission!

Deathstroke

Live or die. Who are you a prey or a predator that can protect yourself?

Reward:

+3000 experience.

+ 5 free points.

Attention! You have increased the level of the "Regeneration" skill

Attention! You have increased the skill level "Shooter"

Attention! You have increased the level of the skill "Hand-to-Hand Combat"

Attention! You have increased the skill "Dinklage Style"

Attention! You have increased the skill "Melee Weapon Mastery"

Attention! You have increased the skill "Finding Problems"

Attention! You have increased the skill "Finding Problems".