Anti-hero of a certain comic

White Industries Building, top floor offices.

Floyd Lawton swaggered in and threw himself into the comfortable sofa.

He looked at the decoration design in the office. There were a variety of wine cabinets on the wall, and there were cigar boxes and supporting equipment on the table.

Looking out from the glass curtain wall on the right is enough to overlook the city below.

Being able to take the elevator to the 43rd floor and walk into this office and sit on the sofa represents a status in itself.

"The happiness of the rich"

The dead shooter curled his lips. He couldn't figure out why Leo, who lived such a privileged life, still wanted to provoke existences like the Assassin's League.

If it were me, I would definitely have luxury cars, yachts, celebrity models, and a wonderful time of living and drinking every day.

"Sorry, I just finished a meeting."

Not long after, the owner of this office opened the door.

Leo unbuttoned his coat, pulled his tie, and walked to the wine cabinet as usual.

"Whiskey, red wine or something"

"A glass of rum, if you have one."

Seeing Leo turn around and ask, Deadshot replied.

He is a killer who knows how to enjoy life. Most of the commission he gets every time he completes a task will be deposited into his daughter's trust account.

The remaining portion is used to purchase ammunition, update weapons and equipment, and spend it on cigars and alcohol.

"Then a glass of Captain Morgan Rum."

Leo took two cups. His wine cabinet was complete with various categories. As long as Deadshot didn't say he wanted to drink Red Star Erguotou, he could probably find it.

"I can't thank you enough for your help in coming when I needed it."

Reaching out and handing over the wine glass, Leo sat on the sofa next to him.

After he returned to Star City, he asked the Russian Brotherhood's intelligence broker to send him a package.

Inside was a cigar and the recipient was dead shooter Floyd Lawton.

"This is a favor I owe you, not to mention I didn't do anything helpful."

Deadshot took the wine glass. Due to the tracking of the Sky Eye Society, he had not accepted business for a while.

So upon receiving the cigar and seeing the sender's name, Floyd Lawton immediately understood what the package meant.

"Have you ever thought about finding yourself a job? I mean one with a stable income and not breaking the law."

Leo shook the wine glass and asked with deep meaning.

"I know what you mean, Mr. White."

Deadshot changed into a more comfortable position, leaned on the sofa with his hands spread out, and said with a smile: "Working for a rich and important person like you is what many people dream of, because the rewards are generous enough. .”

"But the dangers people like you face are certainly not ordinary kidnappers or home invasion criminals."

"Is Mr. Lawton also worried about the risks?"

Leo asked pretending to be surprised.

He really wanted to take the Deadshot into his own hands. The opponent was a marksman and a top killer, his professional qualities were definitely above the standard, and his moral bottom line met the standards.

As a member of the future suicide squad, it is also a good choice to receive your subordinates in advance.

"In my job as an assassin, of course I will also assess the risks. If it was an assassination of a big shot like you, I would never take it on because I can't afford the consequences."

Deadshot's tone was serious, and his serious face showed a smile after a moment, and continued: "But I think Mr. White, you will be a very good employer."

Leo's pursed lips slightly raised in response to the compliment.

He was not very worried about Deadshot rejecting him. Faced with the tracking of the Sky Eye Society, the world's top killer also had a headache.

If you want to get rid of Amanda Waller's harassment, you need to join another powerful person.

The backer of strength.

"I'll help you get custody of your daughter, full education funding, and write letters of recommendation for the best colleges in Gotham. And of course, a generous commission."

Leo believes that this salary is enough to satisfy Deadshot.

"I don't need custody of Zoe. I hope you can help me find a suitable family. The kind whose parents are highly educated and have a decent job. I am a killer. Who knows where I will die one day. I don’t want my daughter to suddenly lose her father one day and then have no one to take care of her.”

Deadshot took a sip of wine down his throat, exhaled and said, "As long as I have visitation rights, boss."

"no problem."

Leo raised his glass. He didn't know if Deadshot was the best shooter in the world, but he was definitely a good father.

"By the way, can I take that box of cigars off the table? I've been staring at it for a long time since I walked in."

After the employment relationship was reached, Deadshot obtained the new boss's permission and unceremoniously stuffed the box of expensive cigars into his pocket.

Then walked out of the office coolly.

Flights to Gotham, first class seats.

On this trip, Leo only brought the dead shooter Floyd Lawton.

For example, Felicity stayed in Star City and continued to run their vigilante team with Huntress Helena.

Bronze Tiger Bendtner followed Oliver Queen, and John Diggle, to South America to deal with Deathstroke's Super Legion.

As for Ms. Siwa, she has always had a restless temper. After solving the crisis in the League of Assassins, she drifted away and continued to travel the world.

"Boss, what business do you want to develop in Gotham? To be honest, although I grew up there, Naihe Island is the worst place in Gotham. I don't miss it at all."

Deadshot leaned back in his seat, crossed his legs, and sucked on a slice of lemon.

After he accepted the job, he played the role of a bodyguard with all his heart. The only drawback may be that he is a bit talkative.

"White Industries has business cooperation with Wayne Group, and I will also address Gotham University's football game in a few days."

Leo said calmly.

His main goal is to meet the Batman who has returned to Gotham.

And know what Bain's plan is

Following a report from Malcolm Merlyn, Bane attacked a branch of the League of Assassins and forcibly took Thalia away.

The once huge League of Assassins split into multiple groups after the death of Ra's al Ghul.

Among them, Bain took away some people and called themselves the Shadow Warrior Alliance.

"Young man, you are going to Gotham too."

When Leo and Deadshot were chatting, a slightly old but energetic voice interrupted.

He was a tall old man with gray hair on his temples.

Compared with his frail and aging peers, he appears to be particularly energetic and even a little too strong.

Judging from his clothes, the old man's status is not low.

Wearing an expensive handmade suit, his hair is meticulously combed.

Especially those eyes, there was no sign of turbidity at all, instead they looked deep and calm.

Like the old aristocrats of the past era.

"I'm sorry if I disturbed your conversation. I'm from Gotham, and when I heard you talk about that city, I couldn't help but want to talk more."

The old man chuckled, a hint of warmth appearing on his wrinkled face.

"It doesn't matter, old man. It's always good to have more people to talk to during the journey."

Leo's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled.

"Introduce yourself, my name is Carmine Falcone."

The old man stretched out his hand and said his name.