Chapter 11 Chapter 11 This is what they will deal tonight...
"Let's just have the Brotherhood make the next one," Stephanie suggested, "so Abstergo can't take the middleman's cut."
Because getting an Assassin's Creed game from their releases is a low-probability event, like a blind box. Only members of the Brotherhood can directly play the Assassin's Creed games, and they never give a dollar to Abstergo. Of course, allies of the Brotherhood can also play indirectly through their channels, without having to wait for Abstergo's game blind boxes.
"That Abstergo employee who came to Gotham for negotiations was an Assassin, right?" Tim chimed in. "Can we assume the Brotherhood has already obtained the basic information and possesses the prerequisites for making the Gotham game?"
Two pairs of eyes stared at Bruce. Everyone knew that he had a close personal relationship with the assassin Arlot who had come to Gotham before, and that Alvin, who was recently investigating drugs in Gotham, was also recruited by him through an email.
"…I'll ask them," Bruce had to say. "I promise."
That's not difficult. Alvin had contacted him last night, saying he'd found the new assassin stranded in Blüdhaven, and that he probably wouldn't be leaving Gotham anytime soon. Bruce clicked on the communication, but an unexpected text message popped up first.
[From Jim at 3:32 PM]: I heard Gotham City High was broken into last night, but nothing valuable was stolen and no one was injured. The surveillance footage didn't show anything. Do you have any leads?
Bruce was silent for a moment, found Alvin's call record from last night, looked at the time, and replied: I have it.
[From Jim at 15:33 P.M.]: Got it.
Bruce wanted to explain that things were not as he understood them, but he said nothing. Batman switched interfaces and copied and pasted.
[From Batman 15:33 PM]: I heard Gotham City High was broken into last night, but nothing valuable was stolen and no one was injured. The surveillance footage didn't show anything. Do you have any leads?
Alvin glanced at the text message and casually put his phone back in his pocket. In front of him, Elio was panting as he got up from the ground and picked up the wooden sword that Alvin had chopped off.
"Can't I get you to focus?" he attacked again.
The wooden swords clashed with each other, their reverberations echoing silently through the air. Alvin, holding his wooden sword with one hand, withstood Elio's downward blow. With a twist of his wrist, he deftly pushed down the apprentice's sword. Elio struggled, sweat dripping from his face, his cat-like green eyes fixed on Alvin's, his gaze fixed on his peering gaze.
"Not yet."
Alvin commented objectively. He continued to push down with his wrist, and Elio gradually lost his strength, his center of gravity being dragged downwards. Seeing that he was about to collapse, Alvin loosened his grip and said, "That's enough."
Elio simultaneously released his strength, stuck his wooden sword into the ground, and held onto it to catch his breath.
"I don't understand the point of this," he complained after catching his breath. "Why do I have to learn every weapon?"
Alvin, who had turned sideways, had already taken out his cell phone and was typing something on the keyboard.
"You'll find them useful," he said, multitasking. "It's better to have learned something than not to have learned anything at all. And don't you notice? You have a unique talent for swordsmanship."
"I just find that no matter what weapon I pick up, you'll just beat me down." Elio muttered, "Whose message are you replying to?"
"Batman asked me about the invasion of City High School last night." Alvin glanced at him and waved his phone screen at the apprentice. "You want to reply for me?"
Elio hesitated, "Just pretend I didn't ask anything."
He turned to clean up the area. Alvin climbed over the railing, sliding down with incredible agility. He took a sip of the drink on the table and wiped his sweat with a towel. Although he had defeated Elio every time, not every time was as easy as the last. The young assassin's apprentice was developing rapidly, and Alvin was certain that this rising star would eventually defeat him.
He just needed more time.
A hand passed in front of Alvin and took away another drink.
"Did Batman say anything?" Elio asked, biting his straw.
"Nothing," Alvin said. "Don't be fooled by his appearance. He's actually very easy to talk to."
Elio looked at him with a look that said 'Are you serious?'
"As long as you don't cross his line." Alvin shrugged. "And this is also the bottom line of our fraternity, newbie. Don't kill people randomly, and you usually won't mess with us, nor with those vigilantes and superheroes."
"And messing with the Templars is so much easier," Elio complained. "I don't have to do anything."
Alvin glanced at him and kindly didn't mention the incident of some idiot crashing into the hospital to see an eye doctor. Batman's text message arrived just in time. "Regarding Graham's situation, you can contact Red Hood. He's been investigating Quinn's case lately."
"Thanks." Alvin replied.
Elio saw his mentor's thoughtful expression, so he said nothing and conscientiously took the two glasses, washed them, and put them away. When he turned around again, Alvin had disappeared.
"Here we go again... Doesn't he have the habit of saying goodbye?"
Elio sighed and picked up the note Alvin had left. But this also meant that it was his free time.
Elio went upstairs to shower first. He emerged wrapped in a towel and, drying his hair with it, studied the notes and photos pinned to the message board. Graham had been sold by Quinn Blackbond, Willow had mysteriously disappeared after being taken away by Ms. Green, and Elio didn't even glance at the Templars chasing him around the corner.
The siblings' leads were cut off at the point they'd been following. Regarding Hei Bang, perhaps he should try his luck out at night. And Ms. Green, it seemed, hadn't appeared in a few days. But she was probably not missing. On the status card outside her office at City High School, her name had been slid down to "Vacation."
This means that even if she does not take leave herself, her family should take leave on her behalf.
Elio ran his fingers over the smiling woman in the photograph. Next to it, in his own handwriting, he wrote down her home address from her file.
Gotham Waterfront, 45 Tidal Avenue, Unit D, 18th Floor, Seaview Mansion.
Located in an up-and-coming area of Gotham, this apartment with stunning ocean views was once a hot commodity. Looking at a map, no one could argue that the surrounding amenities were lacking, but when one laid eyes on the nearby harbor, everyone was speechless.
"...There will be a deal initiated by Little Quinn here tonight." Red Hood, who was squatting on the roof, turned his head and said, "Did you bring what I want?"
"certainly."
The assassin approached, carrying a lightweight safe. Red Hood took it, opened it, and looked inside. It was a mysterious cooler; a gust of cold air washed over him, and a row of syringes gleamed with an evil, cold light. Satisfied, Red Hood closed the lid and gave the assassin a thumbs-up.
"This is going to be tough." The assassin crossed his arms. "Are you ready to tell me what we're going to do tonight?"
"This is what they're trading tonight," Red Hood announced. Before closing the box, he taped a small transmitter to the bottom.
The assassin's expression remained still for a moment. He looked from the hooded head with distinct features to the safe deposit box held by the vigilante.
"Okay." The assassin nodded slowly.
Little Quinn didn't know that the things he wanted to buy tonight had already been reserved by the vigilantes.
Everything was the same as before. The researcher from Bludhaven Laboratory assured him that this time the medicine would be more effective than the last time. Little Quinn also told them with a smile on his face that he hoped that the people who took the medicine this time would live longer, exceeding the seven-day limit of the previous batch.
In a friendly and harmonious atmosphere, they concluded their transaction and parted ways. Little Quinn pretended not to hear the researcher's rant, "Does he even know anything about assassins? How can an assassin live that long?" The researcher also pretended not to hear Little Quinn's complaint, "Let's pray the unlucky guy who's doing this drug trial survives more than ten days."
The only discordant thing was that when the researcher took the safe deposit box, a black cat flashed across the container.
They were really scared and thought those people in cloaks were coming again!
Unbeknownst to them, the assassin in the windbreaker and the vigilante without a cape were squatting head to head on top of a tall container, opening the real safe deposit box brought by the researcher.
A chill came towards me.
"You get half, I'll get half." Red Hood generously divided the loot with the assassin. "Take it back and study it. This is probably the drug Batman mentioned."
"Thanks, Hood."
What a surprise! Alvin hadn't even had time to follow up on this clue before the reliable Bat Kid passed on the follow-up. But that wasn't his reason for coming. Before Red Hood could even turn around, the assassin grabbed his shoulder.
"Don't go yet, I have one more thing to ask you." said the assassin.
Red Hood wondered, "That's not what you came for?"
But he still retracted the grappling gun that was about to fire and did not leave immediately.
"Not exactly." The assassin pulled out his phone. "The kid I just found is looking for someone related to little Quinn. I'll send you the photo. If you see him anywhere, let me know."
Red Hood studied the picture of Graham and Willow for a moment.
"Let's not talk about this little blonde girl for now," he asked, "what's going on with that burly guy next to her? Do they have a grudge or something?"
"They are all his friends." said the assassin.
"Friend?" Red Hood said. "Are you sure?"
The assassin glanced at him from beneath his hood. "Have you seen him?" he asked. "Where?"
Red Hood clicked his tongue, "He was there when I caught them trafficking people that day."
In the assassin's silence, the masked vigilante stood up from the container and stretched his body.
"He must have been doing things for Quinn for a long time, otherwise that idiot wouldn't have asked him to be in charge of the deal," Red Hood said, looking at him. "If they are really friends, you have to take care of his poor judgment of people, Assassin."
"He's not a fifteen-year-old boy," Alvin said, "and I didn't adopt him. But at least he deserves the truth, which every assassin must go through. So tell me what happened next, Red Hood."
"He slipped away from my gun," Red Hood lowered two fingers and waved them back and forth, imitating a small man walking in the air. "I don't know where he is. But if I see him again, I'll tell you."
The assassin looked at him and nodded. The conversation concluded. Red Hood put his fingers together, placed them against his forehead, and waved playfully at the assassin, quickly blending into the night. Crouching in his place, the assassin sighed silently and pulled out his phone.
He quickly scanned several newly received emails, and an email saying 'The laboratory is ready' flashed by among the subscribed radio station messages.
"I'm going to Bludhaven," Alvin quickly wrote in an email, "find yourself something. Stay safe."
In the darkness, Elio's cell phone rang.
Ms. Green, who was leaning against the bookshelf with her gun hanging down, shuddered and stared at him in disbelief.
Oh no. A thin layer of sweat broke out on Elio's back.
He "saw" the red target rummaging around in the living room stop and look towards the study.
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