Plan

There was a quiet moment, and Falcone burst into laughter, a happy laugh, full of pomp and pomp.

 "It's extraordinary that such a person should come out of the world. If she were in our time, I'm sure Maroney would have paid her to kill me."

 Sophia took the white cat by the ears and pinched it into the shape of a rabbit, correcting him with little interest:

 "Uncle Maroni can't afford that kind of money. Deathstroke is a mercenary, and she puts a price on her target, usually 30 cents on the dollar. I checked her quote for the current Brithwein, and it's not Batwoman, it's just the real Brithwein. How much do you guess?"

 "How much?"

 "Falcone asked his daughter curiously as he took a sip from his glass.

 In their day, of course, killers were often dealt with, and the cheapest was a random street hoodlum, perhaps a few hundred dollars.

 He had lost count of how many times he had hired someone to fix trouble when he was young. Probably until the family grew and had a family enforcer.

 Eg. He was curious to know the latest price movements, for he had left such trifles alone for a long time.

 "Bliss owns 80 percent of Winn Enterprises, and with all the real estate and investments, and inflation over the years, she's worth about $80 billion, so Deathstroke's offer for her is $24 billion, and if anyone offered that amount, she'd kill Bliss."

 Sofia fingered the math for him, and the figure was astronomical.

 "Poof, whooping whooping...." Falcone, too, choked on the calculation of his reward. He coughed dry, wiped his drink from his lips and said: "She... I dare say...."

 So it seems that Deathstroke is really powerful and willful, as if all people's lives are clearly priced goods, placed in Deathstroke supermarket waiting for rich people to buy, no money? No money to hire the world's first mercenary? Look for street thugs!

 "So according to this algorithm, even if there is a death knell at that time, Father, you will be safe. Although our family has no real property, but the annual protection fee income can also be used as a calculation standard, then your price should be more than 100 million, and Uncle Maroni can only be about 40 million, he should be worried every day."

 Sofia then came to her conclusion, which left Falcone at a loss for expression, feeling as though he was very poor. Besides, isn't Bliss too good at making money?

 "How does Bliss do it? There's no way the Vayns and the Cairns combined have this much money." Falcone asked her that he hadn't had that kind of money all those years in Asia, let alone that the Verne Group was in serious business.

 Sofia shrugged. "She's caught up with the information age, father."

 "But can Death Knell really do business with those prices?" Falcone was puzzled. He put down his glass, feeling that he was really old and could not accept the current prices

 "Well, business is good, because celebrities like Bliss aren't all over the street, but vendettas are common people. As she said on TV, basic services, $2 million."

 Sophia sat up straight, looked at Gordon, who was completely immersed in the memory, and continued to explain to her father.

 "Suppose you're a small boss, but your competitors are always picking on you. At this time, you just contact Deathstroke, 2 million, the other person will disappear that night. The next day, when you go to bed and wake up, you have a bigger market, you can even swallow your opponent's business, you will feel that it is money well spent, and there will be absolutely no clue to connect you."

 "And that's it? Her maximum charge model is astronomical, but the minimum charge makes her affordable to the average person?" Falcone thinks the pricing criteria are vague.

 "Well, Deathstroke doesn't care who you're killing or why, she's just in business. Of course, the richer and more famous the target, the higher the price will be." Sophia explains.

 Falcone paused for a moment, then raised his glass again. "But Barbara wasn't here. Deathstroke was targeting Gordon. Why kill Barbara? Nobody paid for it. '

 Sophia didn't know the answer either. She could only guess.

 "I heard that Deathstroke is a very emotional person, she can help you kill without a penny when she is happy, but when she is not happy, she will kill everyone, Barbara should be bad luck."

 "Crazy, another crazy person." Falcone shakes his head, increasingly impatient with the city, impatient to see the new Gotham: "In that case, let Death Knell go down with the old Gotham, if it is any consolation to Gordon that she is not strong enough to survive the storm of venom."

 "Yes, Father, but another group of our guests has not yet arrived, perhaps delayed by the storm." Sophia got serious, too, and put the cat down to one side.

 "League of Assassins to be delayed by rain? Is this one of your young people's jokes? They're never late, especially for revenge."

 Falcone was quick to dismiss the idea, saying he knew them well:

 "Let our surveillance equipment be fully operational, watch every shadow in and out of the city, and when they step into Gotham, we will shoot the venom into the clouds so that they can never leave."

 Sophia nodded, her long black hair shaking in a small wave, catching some red in the firelight, but soon she asked, "But will Lei Xiao and Talia come?"

 Falcone, regaining his indifferent look, put his hands on his knees, and sat upright:

 "Yes, they will come when they know that they are against me, for they know that their assassins are helpless against me... You're sure Gordon's left them a clue? '

 Sophia smiled and nodded as she poured herself tea from the teapot on the table in a highly practiced, elegant way:

 "Well, Commissioner Gordon thought that he secretly engraved words on the glasses I would not find, but the martial arts cultivation to my point, his little actions I see very clearly, I also specially confirmed that he left the license plate number is correct, then rest assured to bring him back."

 "Very good, when the Shadow Dancer Alliance found out that I killed their people, and got the clue left by Gordon, they will be in town soon to prepare, and then just let Lei Xiao Gu and Talia survive."

 Falcone spoke approvingly of her, feeling that his daughter was much better than his son, and as for that fellow Albert, it was better to stay in school.

 "Why keep them father and daughter? Father, have you softened your heart?" Sophia asked him.

 "No, aside from the fact that Lei Siu and Talia have both been soaked in the Lassar Spring and are very difficult to kill, the new Gotham needs enemies too."

 "Otherwise you, Gordon, and Bliss will be disorganized, and you need a chance to unite. A rabid ninja master, just right as a new Gotham opponent."

 Falcone smiled and replied that he knew the new Gotham had to be united, and that only external forces could bring the three together.

 With all of his men gone and the crazy ninja master Lei Xiao wandering outside Gotham, both Gordon and the Bat will be more dependent on the forces in the dark, on Sophia.

 Sophia looks at Gordon. He seems more awake, or at least alive. Her voice trailed off a bit. "But Father, are you sure Commissioner Gordon will cooperate with me?"

 "I was skeptical, but now...."

 Falcone raised his glass and took a sip, his eyes resting on a dazed Gordon.