Chapter 144 Chapter 144 [VIP]
Deathstroke recognized the child. After all, being a mercenary requires good eyesight. If he fails to recognize the target or recognizes the wrong target, the consequences may be very serious, or even directly ruin his career. However, Deathstroke has never made such a mistake. Whether he was in the army or now as an international mercenary, his professional ethics may not be very good, but in terms of professional ability, he is definitely one of the best in the world.
He had seen Megan running around in the freezing wind a few days ago. It didn't seem like she wasn't afraid of the cold, but she loved going out and having fun. Deathstroke remained noncommittal. This attitude wasn't respectful at all, simply because it had nothing to do with him. But he saw her again today, even having the audacity to climb the scaffolding on an abandoned construction site. She was truly courageous.
To be honest, he knew a lot of brave people. Some of them did what they did because they had the ability, some of them were just passionate and reckless and believed they could do anything, and some of them were ignorant and fearless. There were not many idiots like this last type, but he saw one again now.
She is such a big child and has no ability, but she dares to put herself in danger. Who gives her the courage?
Deathstroke watched her actions coldly, and after a little observation, he found that someone was following her secretly. Although there was no protection, it might be a spy for someone else, but if something happened, he would be able to react in time. However, he had only been watching for a while when he saw the child fall off the scaffolding.
He knew that the child herself had no abilities and no value, but if one considered her invisible value, then she did have some, so he decided in an instant and rushed over to save her.
Deathstroke looked at the child huddled tightly in his arms with a terrified expression on his face. A smile appeared behind his mask, but his voice remained calm and steady. "Who told me to take action? Son, you should ask your father to give me a thank you fee. After all, it's my due reward."
He didn't spare the child in his arms a second glance, instead carrying her downstairs. After all, he knew she had had some issues in the past, and perhaps still had some. Otherwise, why would she always be so close to danger? What if he triggered another mental breakdown and that lunatic Joker turned around and asked him for compensation?
For the sake of the money he can get, Deathstroke has always been considerate, but he doesn't mean to be so considerate. Whenever a new mission target comes, he has all kinds of means and methods. But since Megan has an unusual daddy and a group of unusual friends, he has to be cautious.
He was holding a person in his arms as if he were nothing, but his movements were still light and agile, and he even turned a few circles in the air. Their bodies almost brushed against the steel pipes and fell rapidly from the gap. In less than half a minute, they returned to the first floor of the abandoned construction site. The Death Knell used clever strength to relieve the force, and it didn't even bring much impact.
After putting the child down on the ground and seeing that her cut palm was still bleeding, Death Bell asked, "Do you want extra money? I'll pay you extra to treat your wound." This was an additional charge.
Megan lowered her head and nodded silently. Deathstroke took out a fast-healing potion from his tactical belt very neatly. He had no use for this thing, but it had a wide range of uses in missions. It could be used to heal the target, to make them hold on until payment was made, for interrogation, to shoot them and then treat them, etc. It was very useful.
Deathstroke squatted on the ground and saw Megan's clothes were torn open. He tore off a few pieces of cloth from the tear and wiped the blood on her hands and the blood on his body. Seeing that there was still blood flowing from her hands, he wiped it a little and sprayed the topical medicine on them. He also had internal medicine, but it might be risky to use it on the clown's child... For example, if the clown turned the tables, he didn't trust the clown and simply didn't use it.
As for the injury on Megan's arm, he noticed it when he tore off her sleeve. It was numb from the impact. But when he lifted her arm and twisted it, and pulled back her sleeve to check the wound, he found no dislocation, no cut blood vessels, just a scrape. He was still thinking about whether he could get a price for this minor injury when he saw someone running over from a distance. It was the person who had been following Megan secretly.
Anyway, someone came to pick up the child. Deathstroke patted her buried head and said, "Don't forget to tell your father to pay me, otherwise I will take you out of Arkham and throw you out of here."
He saw her standing there, cowering with her head down, and he didn't understand what was so special about this child that made her so likable, and why the Joker, the people in Arkham, and even Robin were all bewitched by her. He was just confused for a moment, and considering the value attached to her, he reached out and lifted her face, and saw that the child was about to cry with grievance.
Deathstroke was silent for a moment, "Okay kid, your pick-up is here."
"You are scared, so go back and cry to your father. He is the only one who will feel sorry for you, right?" In short, don't cry to the mercenary. He only cares about the money he can get.
As soon as he said this, he jumped up, his figure quickly shuttled through the abandoned construction site, and disappeared completely in almost the blink of an eye.
Megan was picked up by someone who arrived later. She raised her hand to wipe the blood off her face, while the injured hand remained stretched out. It could be seen that although the wound did not heal after the potion was sprayed on it, the bleeding had stopped. The potion and the little blood that overflowed later coagulated together, becoming a texture that was more fragile than pudding.
She lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I want to go back and find my dad."
No one dared to touch her. They put her in the car, drove a distance away and stopped. Nelson got in and replaced the driver. There were only the two of them in the car, carrying Megan sitting in the back seat to Arkham.
Nelson knew the seriousness of the situation as soon as he received the news. After contacting the Joker, he set out to pick up Megan. He heard his boss's tone on the phone, which was difficult to distinguish, and it seemed that the other party even chuckled. But his temper should not be so good. That could only be a manifestation of extreme anger. So he used the fastest speed to stop the car that was taking Megan on the way and sent her directly back to Arkham.
He was very familiar with Megan. He had seen her in her early days and had even sent her and the Joker back to Arkham Asylum a few days ago. Back then, the child's behavior was completely different from her initial one. She was full of life and would even joke and laugh with the Joker. But now...
As the car drove down the road, Nelson looked at her in the rearview mirror. He saw the child with her head down, her hair covering her eyes. Only the corners of her mouth were visible, and she looked obviously aggrieved and unhappy. If it were someone else, there would be countless words to express their care and self-expression, but after thinking for a moment, he only said, "Apologize to the gentleman."
"Miss Megan, the gentleman is your father."
Nelson has always been a man of few words, and at most he can only say things like now, with unclear intentions. He knows that the Joker will definitely be angry about Megan's injury, and about the effort the Joker has put into Megan over the years. Anyone who sees their property accidentally damaged will be angry, but maybe there is some affection between them.
If she admitted her mistake to the clown first, it might calm the clown's anger a little.
Megan was sent to the entrance of the passage leading to Arkham. She walked in alone. No one had ever cleaned up here. There was dust, mud, rubble, bricks and other construction waste everywhere. She heard the sound of the ventilation fan and looked up. She didn't know when, a piece of plastic was wrapped around the fan blades, causing the sound to be slightly different.
She walked very slowly, then stopped where she was and didn't move. She didn't know what she wanted to see, nor what was going on in her chaotic mind at this moment. Countless fragments gathered and scattered, and she couldn't figure out her own mood and thoughts.
Her eyes were blank, not focused on any particular spot, and she breathed softly, as if trying to hide herself. However, a regular sound of footsteps gradually came from the front, and someone was approaching. The rhythm and strength were very familiar to Megan. She knew who it was, but she seemed to have no strength to turn around and look.
Megan is the only child that the Joker worries about the most. He is still in Arkham when he suddenly receives a call saying that Megan is injured outside. What did she do?
She was brave enough to climb the external scaffolding of an abandoned construction site, but she turned out to be a useless fool and lost her grip and fell from it. Even though she was rescued by a "kind-hearted person", she was still injured. I heard that there was a little blood on her face, which might have been splashed on her, and her hand had a real cut on the blood vessels, so she was bleeding a lot.
He waited for Megan in the cell for a long time, but she never came back, so he had to go out and look for her himself.
What? You realize you were wrong and now you don't dare to go back and face him?
The Joker walked into the familiar passage and not far away he saw Megan standing there motionless. It didn't matter what she was looking up at. He walked over, leaned over, and pinched her jaw. He saw some unwiped blood on the eyelid and underneath of one of her eyes. It had dried up, some light and some dark, and it was not evenly spread, but at least there was no bleeding spot on her face.
He had a hideous and terrifying smile on his face. In the slightly dim environment, his eerie green eyes stared at her. He asked with feigned curiosity, "Why don't you go back to see me? You know you did something wrong, right?"
He asked with a hint of sarcasm, and saw her eyes refocused on him, then looked down at her injured hand, where a half-coagulated bloodstain was. It was nothing for someone like the Joker who was used to seeing blood, but Megan had never suffered such an injury. Even though she had bumps and scrapes before, she had never lost much blood.
Megan felt wronged and raised her hand to show the clown, "Dad, this is dangerous."
"Then why do you still want to do this?" her father asked calmly, with no emotion on his face. He had told her so many times and demonstrated it to her personally, but the child didn't take it seriously at all. Until now, she finally realized the danger?
Her tears fell all at once, flowing across the bloodstains on her face, which gradually turned pink. Only one of her hands was injured, so she raised her other hand to wipe her tears, but that hand was also stained with blood, causing her cheek to become more and more bloody.
Megan didn't want to argue with her father. She couldn't wipe away her tears, so she simply stopped wiping them. She threw herself at the clown, stuffed herself into his arms, and pulled his clothes tightly, looking completely insecure and pitiful.
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