Falcone had received intel from his mole that Harvey Dent only had eight Titan Enhanced Humans under his command. So, he offered Deathstroke forty million dollars to deal with these Titan Enhanced Humans, plus another forty million for Qingshui's head.
After confirming the information with his own intelligence network, Deathstroke agreed to the deal.
However, Harvey Dent had long known there was a mole in his gang, so he set up a triple layer of confidential information.
The first layer indicated six enhanced humans within a limited scope, the second said eight, and the third said ten.
This allowed Harvey Dent to narrow down the suspects for the mole later and had actually prepared fifteen enhanced humans.
Due to the incorrect intelligence, Deathstroke immediately raised his price based on the mission's difficulty. Even now, the mission wasn't complete, but he had already taken out seven Titan Enhanced Humans.
At the previous price, that was worth thirty-five million dollars.
The three men stood confronting each other, none willing to back down.
The lingering wail of police sirens still echoed in the air, but the sounds of gunfire gradually faded.
"Batman, when you showed up, Harvey Dent and Carmine Falcone had some of their men cover their escape. What do we do now? Arrest Watt?"
Inside Batman's cowl, Gordon spoke to him through the built-in earpiece.
"The people you're looking for have left."
Batman's low, hoarse voice carried. Deathstroke merely gave Qingshui a deep look, committing this opponent to memory, then turned and left without a word.
He was going to demand payment from Falcone. If Falcone refused, he would use his knife and gun to collect.
Qingshui glanced at the departing Deathstroke, then at Batman, and likewise chose to turn away.
He knew that after this, Batman would fully remember him—the kind of remembering where he'd prepare ninety-nine contingency plans for him.
"Aman, rally the men. We're continuing the pursuit. No matter what, Falcone must die today!"
"Batman..."
Gordon stood before the police officers, looking at Batman.
Batman simply shook his head, raised his hand, and used his grappling gun to hook onto a nearby building, chasing in the direction Qingshui and his men had gone.
Can't let those people cause any more destruction!
Gordon sighed, watching Qingshui, who had re-donned his Black Gold attire, lead a group of gang members away from the other side.
He understood what Batman meant.
This is far enough. If we continue, many people will die.
The rest, as usual, would be left for Batman to handle.
...
*Whoosh!*
A black sedan sped at full throttle through the streets of Gotham.
"Fuck, fuck! So much for the 'strongest mercenary'! Can't even handle two gang leaders!"
Carmine Falcone sat in the back seat, angrily pounding the seat.
"You're just a gang leader yourself, Carmine."
Deathstroke's voice came from the car's roof, though it was unclear when he got there.
A walkie-talkie with a faint red light was taped to the car roof.
"Deathstroke! How can you even say that! Our deal this time! It's off!"
Carmine snatched the walkie-talkie.
"Are you sure?"
Deathstroke's voice came from two directions simultaneously.
One from the walkie-talkie, the other from the other side of the car window.
A man in yellow and black metallic armor was riding a motorcycle, also yellow and black, keeping pace with Falcone's car.
Falcone realized.
The walkie-talkie also had a tracker.
"You've been tracking me this whole time?"
"To ensure you pay up."
Like a stuntman, Deathstroke sat on his motorcycle, pushed off with his feet, and flipped onto the car roof.
"You should know I have a habit of collecting payment on the spot, so I assume you've put all the money in the trunk of this car."
Deathstroke drew an alloy longsword from his back.
"Hey... you didn't complete the mission, you can't..."
The longsword sliced through the trunk lid. With the back of the blade, he hooked up a green bag.
"An unregistered ten-thousand-dollar check from Wayne Bank? Excellent hard currency."
Deathstroke slid the blade back into its sheath, returned it to his back, and holding the bag in one hand, turned to look behind him.
A small truck followed behind, with the tall, burly Black Gold standing on its roof.
Deathstroke sneered, flipped back onto his motorcycle, and sped away.
The truck certainly couldn't keep up with a car, but fortunately, Hogg United was in the business of making cars. Qingshui and several experienced mechanics had modified this truck, so it could keep pace for now.
"Shit! He shouldn't have taken that much money! He didn't complete my mission! There was a full hundred million in there!"
Carmine Falcone's face was green with rage.
"BOSS! Bad news! Watt from Hogg United is catching up!"
The driver in front exclaimed, looking in the rearview mirror.
"What?!"
The next instant, Black Gold raised an arm and launched a small rocket, which exploded against the tire of Carmine's car.
Flames shot skyward, black smoke billowed, and the black sedan was completely flipped over.
However, as Carmine's personal vehicle, it had naturally been modified, and its defensive capabilities were not poor. Carmine, the driver, and his two close bodyguards inside the car only sustained minor injuries.
They looked quite disheveled, but it was just a few scrapes and bruises.
"Run them over."
Qingshui coldly told the truck driver.
Carmine looked through the glass at the rapidly approaching truck, anxiously watching his subordinates kick at the car doors.
*CRASH!*
A black Batmobile burst from a street intersection, ramming its body into the side of the truck where Qingshui was.
Fortunately, it was a truck, and a modified one at that. Any other vehicle would likely have stopped dead after being hit by the Batmobile.
Even so, this truck definitely couldn't withstand multiple collisions with the Batmobile, which Bruce Wayne had spent a fortune building with Wayne Enterprises technology.
"You want to protect a criminal?"
Qingshui sneered, manipulating Black Gold to leap onto the roof of the Batmobile.
Its Pneumatic Fist went all out, punching down repeatedly with both hands.
The car's balance was disturbed, and the Batmobile involuntarily swerved off course, unable to collide with the truck anymore.
By this time, Carmine Falcone had escaped from his car, but he was attacked by Aman, who extended from the car window with a burst of fire from a repeating rifle. He was forced to take cover behind the car and return fire, unable to escape for now.
"You're also a criminal."
Through a glass shield, Batman said in a low voice.
Inside Black Gold, Qingshui frowned.
Wayne Enterprises was truly incredible; he had been hitting it for so long, and this glass shield still hadn't broken.
But it was already covered in cracks, not far from shattering.
"I'm not like him. He deals drugs, loansharks, forces women into prostitution. At least the people in my territory live better lives than those under other gangs."
Qingshui said as he continued to smash.
Under his deliberate restrictions, Hogg United's illicit activities weren't as "dark" as those of Falcone and other gangs.
He wasn't a good person; he was a ninja with blood on his hands, a gang leader, a criminal. But he was certain he wasn't scum.
Running a gang was just a means for him to gather Fortune and strengthen himself.
In fact, the assets of Hogg United itself were already self-sufficient.
This was thanks to the accountant; being economically savvy, Hogg United's industries had developed very well.
It was also thanks to Qingshui acquiring a lot of money and supplies from Two-Face. During Hogg United's actual expansion, there was no shortage of funds or weapons and equipment.
"But you have no right to judge him, to execute him. That's what the law and prisons are for."
Batman continued, looking at the "Self-Destruct Protocol" displayed on the Batmobile's screen.
"If the law could deal with him, if prisons could hold him, he wouldn't be here today! You know it, Batman! Your very existence is the biggest mockery of the law!"
Qingshui finally punched through the glass shield.
But then, the seat beneath Batman began to retract and rotate, the interior of the car started to deform, and finally, Batman was ejected skyward.
*BOOM!*
The Batmobile exploded and self-destructed.
Qingshui sensed it a step ahead and alertly jumped off the car.
Black Gold's pneumatic system also reversed, soaring into the sky.
Swift and the Batcape both unfurled, gliding a distance through the air. Revolving barrels popped out of Black Gold's shoulders, continuously firing at Batman, but they were blocked by the Batcape, which had strong bulletproof capabilities.
However, at that moment, a Batplane flew overhead.
Batman extended his grapple gun, hooked onto the Batplane, and ascended higher. Black Gold, however, couldn't fly any higher.
"Hmph! That shitty Batman!"
Qingshui snorted, maneuvering Swift to perform a 180-degree turn in the air before landing back near Carmine.
At this point, both sides were using their vehicles for cover in a gunfight, and Carmine had tried to escape multiple times but couldn't find an opening.
"Over here! Boss, I've called for backup! The others will be here soon!"
The driver, gasping for breath, clutched a pistol as he spoke to Carmine, who had blood streaming down his forehead.
"No... there's no chance."
Carmine stared blankly at the rearview mirror on the side of the car.
The tall, imposing black steel robot folded its black wings and landed not far from them. It raised an arm and fired a small rocket.
*Boom!*
An explosion rang out, and the gunfire ceased.
A few seconds later, Carmine shakily pushed away the corpse on top of him, looked at his subordinate, whose eyes were still wide open in death, and despairingly looked up.
"Your subordinate was quite loyal, trying to protect you even at this point. Too bad it only managed to extend your life by a few seconds."
Black Gold advanced toward Carmine with a menacing stride. As Qingshui spoke, it raised a massive steel foot and stomped down.
Carmine's head was instantly crushed, splattering red and white matter everywhere, mixing with the blood pooling on the ground.
"Boss!"
Aman, carrying an AK rifle, ran to Qingshui's side as if seeking praise.
"Well done. There'll be a reward when we get back. And while we're at it, come with me to settle accounts with Harvey Dent!"
Qingshui grinned from within the blood-stained Black Gold.
That kid has some nerve, daring to scheme against him!
He must have a death wish!
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