Batman's Owl Godfather

Chapter 66 If you are confused, don’t set out

"Your thanks?"

The Red Skull seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

"How on earth did you get in here?!"

As he spoke, Red Skull had already started his actions.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, broke the glass of the display case, and pulled out the sword in the stone that once belonged to Captain Britain.

This divine weapon, which could even split the walls of the universe, had long since turned into scrap metal due to the death of its owner. Now in the hands of Red Skull, it was nothing more than a sharp blade.

But that's enough.

The Red Skull turned around and swung his sword, trying to cut off the enemy's body, but just before the Sword in the Stone was swung, a cold light flashed, and a sword blade was already across the Red Skull's neck.

He drew his sword quickly, but unfortunately Deathstroke was even faster.

"Don't be so unfriendly."

Deathstroke exerted a little force, and the blade pressed into Red Skull's skin, oozing out a few traces of blood.

He said without any emotion: "Put down the sword, and let's talk properly."

The Red Skull's expression did not change at all.

As the president of a country, can a mere death threat threaten him?

The Red Skull has his own principles, and his principle is peace is the most important thing.

With a clang, the Sword in the Stone was thrown to the ground.

Deathstroke raised his toes, and the Sword in the Stone flew up and fell into his hands.

"It's a really nice weapon."

Deathstroke admired the Sword in the Stone and naturally put it behind his back.

It's his now.

"Let's get back to the topic and return to the transaction we just made."

Deathstroke retracted his sword, "Don't feel humiliated. You will have to thank me in the end."

Red Skull took a few steps back, covering his neck and breathing heavily.

He really felt death just now.

"What do you want?" The Red Skull asked with a mixture of fear and hostility, "Money? Or territory?"

Now he just wanted to get rid of this guy as soon as possible, even if it meant bleeding heavily, as long as he could get rid of this plague god.

After that, we will deal with the incompetent security personnel in the Presidential Palace.

Their most beloved president was almost assassinated, and this group of people didn't even notice it!

"Don't ask me what I want."

Deathstroke always took control of the conversation. "You created a god-level weapon and wanted to use it to save your own life?"

"How do you know?" Red Skull thought of the rebels he had wiped out.

Are there any survivors?
But after he asked this question, a cold light flashed before his eyes again.

Red Skull didn't even see Deathstroke draw his sword before a bloody mark appeared on his face.

"Don't answer a question with a question!"

Deathstroke's patience has almost reached its limit. "You should have discovered that this method is useless. For example, your life is in my hands now."

This is true.

The weapon made from the head of Galactus is extremely powerful, but as a price, it is also very large and cannot be carried around.

Once the Red Skull is stabbed at close range, the weapon becomes a decoration.

"I can tell you how to deal with this problem. I can even tell you who wants to deal with you now."

Seeing that Red Skull was hesitant, Deathstroke finally stated his terms of the deal.

"But in exchange, your next actions must be under my command!"

……

New Babylon, a bar.

When Bruce and his crew arrived at the New Utopia, it was time for them to say goodbye.

Hawkeye didn't intend to let anyone follow his next move.

They sat together, with Hawkeye and Logan each having a large glass of beer in front of them.

Bruce was too young, so Hawkeye only ordered a glass of juice for him, but Bruce didn't want to drink it, so he had to let Katum hold a straw in his mouth and suck up the juice.

"We should say goodbye here."

Hawkeye raised the beer in front of Logan and motioned for them to clink glasses.

"You still don't want to tell me what happened to you that made you decide not to take action again?"

"have nothing to say."

Logan and Hawkeye toasted and then drank their beers.

He lit up a cheap cigar, took a deep drag, then blew out the smoke ring and sighed. Logan closed his eyes, and the painful memory reappeared in front of him.

"It's just a little bit of wind and frost."

Although Logan said this, his voice was obviously wrong.

Hawkeye shook his head and said softly: "Speak out, you are almost at your limit. If you keep the past in your heart, it will only crush you completely!"

Logan opened his eyes.

"I can tell you everything."

He looked at Bruce and warned him solemnly, "Listen carefully, kid, if you want to be a superhero, these will be your inescapable fate.

"If you are confused, don't embark on this path easily!"

……

Next, Logan told a story that was like a nightmare.

"I thought it was just a normal night until it happened."

Logan leaned back in his chair and said slowly, "That night, an emergency alarm was sounded in Xavier's School for the Gifted, and countless criminals invaded the school..."

He did not back down when faced with these vicious criminals.

The angry Logan stretched out his steel claws and fought with the criminals with a fearless attitude.

In order to protect the students, he continued to kill, and the blood dyed his body red until he killed the last invading criminal - Bullseye.

"This is impossible!"

Hawkeye suddenly realized something was wrong, "Bullseye lived until five years ago, and I killed him with my own hands!"

He had just lost his eyesight and had his final duel with Bullseye.

Hawkeye aimed at Bullseye's heart and then shot him in the head, winning.

"Yeah, this only means that I didn't kill Bullseye."

Logan's breathing became heavy, his body trembled, and his fists clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound.

"Not only is Bullseye fake, but the other criminals are fake too. They are all hallucinations I saw!"

Logan shed tears but he didn't even notice.

"The true identities of those criminals are all my teammates and... kids from the academy!"

Hearing this, Bruce was completely speechless.

He couldn't imagine what kind of hell that scene would be like, destroying everything he wanted to protect with his own hands. If it were him, he would definitely collapse on the spot.

"When I killed the last man, the illusion disappeared."

Logan recalled painfully, "I saw Professor X lying in a pool of blood. His eyes were more desperate than mine, because those hallucinations were created by him!"

The mastermind behind all this is the criminal Master of Illusion, who uses illusions to control Professor X, just as happened in "X-Men 2".

On this night, the X-Men were wiped out, leaving only Professor X and Wolverine, whose faith was completely shattered.

“They know our capabilities and everything is carefully planned.”

Logan said, “If Professor X doesn’t want to die, even if his body is destroyed, he can be resurrected in someone else’s mind, but I can’t die at all.

"That's why Professor X and I were chosen to be the executioners of this massacre.

"From that day on, the professor went completely crazy, and I have lived in a daze until now."

Logan took Hawkeye's beer and drank it again.

After talking about the past, he felt relieved for the first time.

"Bruce, think about this carefully."

Logan concluded by saying, “When you become a hero and your enemies can’t do anything to you, they’ll turn on the people around you.

“The hero’s path represents eternal solitude.”

Bruce said nothing.

He didn't know if he could afford the price.

……

The night is getting darker.

Bruce and his group were about to leave the bar, and they officially said goodbye at this time.

"I'm going to complete my mission!"

Hawkeye waved to them, "Logan, everything is over. You have to look forward. When I complete my mission, it will be equivalent to revenge for you."

The Red Skull is the biggest mastermind behind all this. Killing the Red Skull will put an end to everything.

After saying his final goodbyes, Hawkeye turned and walked out the door.

When he came to the street, he found it empty.

“It feels so quiet, and there are no New Utopia people on the streets.”

Hawkeye sighed in his heart for a moment, then retracted his thoughts, "I have to work harder next time!"

(End of this chapter)