Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

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The boy was taken aback, then shook his head.

"I'll give you a job, $100,000 a month."

"A proper job..."

As Bruce spoke, he shoved an employment report into the boy's arms.

"Oh my goodness!"

The boy stared wide-eyed at the report in his hand.

Hello, my name is...

The boy said he was about to formally tell the person in front of him his name.

“I told you, there’s no time to waste, dear Barry Allen!”

Bruce gently patted the boy on the shoulder and then walked out of the house.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

JOKER followed closely behind, not forgetting to chuckle at the boy as he left.

"Wait for me……"

Barry scratched his head, then followed Bruce.

Chapter 313 Jupiter vs. Justice League

"So this is the person you're looking for?"

In a high-end private nightclub, a man dressed in armor, wearing a two-tone mask, and carrying two alloy weapons on his back walked into the nightclub and went to the innermost private room. He looked at the person in the room and gently removed his mask, revealing a handsome face. He was a dashing and handsome middle-aged man.

"The infamous death knell?"

Bruce Wayne looked at the opponent before him, who exuded a murderous aura that even he might not be able to defeat, and asked...

"Bruce Wayne?!"

"Hahaha... What does the famous young master Wayne want with me?"

Deathstroke sized Bruce up and down before revealing a slight, contemptuous smile.

"Shu~"

Bruce didn't waste any words and immediately threw a dart.

"Ding!"

Deathstroke instantly drew his longsword from behind him and cleaved the dart Bruce had thrown in two.

"Bruce Wayne can't throw darts like that. As far as I know, there's only one person in this city who has that skill!"

Deathstroke frowned and looked at Bruce with narrowed eyes.

"Hmm~"

Bruce sat on the sofa and nodded slightly.

"puff……"

"That's hilarious..."

"The good-for-nothing young master and the Dark Knight are the same person."

"Many of your enemies probably never dreamed of this, right?"

Deathstroke instantly understood what was going on, and he plopped down opposite Bruce, laughing heartily.

"So, what exactly do you want from me?"

Deathstroke frowned. He had a feeling that what the famous Batman was asking him to do was definitely not a small matter.

"Crack~"

Bruce Wayne didn't waste any words. He simply pulled a photo from his pocket and gently placed it in front of Deathstroke.

"This is..."

Deathstroke stared at the photos Bruce Wayne had laid out, then his eyes narrowed slightly.

"are you serious?"

Deathstroke looked at Bruce Wayne and asked.

"It wasn't me, it was us..."

Bruce Wayne shook his head, then turned his notebook around and started playing slides. The people in the slides were all incredible ability users.

"Do all these people have to go crazy with you?"

Deathstroke found it somewhat unbelievable, yet it also stirred his heart.

"To do it or not to do it?"

Bruce Wayne looked at Deathstroke and asked.

"You pay, I'll do the job!"

Deathstroke smiled slightly and replied.

"certainly……"

Bruce Wayne nodded slightly. So, mercenaries are actually the easiest to negotiate with; money is all you need.

"Then there's no problem!"

After finishing his speech, the death knell picked up the champagne from the table and drank it all in one gulp.

"Just contact me when you need me, and remember to give me a quote in advance!"

After the death knell finished speaking, he turned and left.

He's still the king among assassins; he's very busy...

"Whoo~"

Bruce watched the departing death knell and breathed a sigh of relief; he still had a lot to do.

On the other side...

"Hey, I heard you can breathe underwater, is that true?"

In a small coastal fishing village, Barry Allen looked at the tall and imposing man in front of him with curiosity in his eyes.

"Get out of here, you brat!"

The man, with disheveled hair, glared at Barry Allen before heading towards the tavern.

"Hey, I need to ask you for a favor!"

Barry Allen followed closely behind the man, talking incessantly.

You're being a bit long-winded!

The muscular man, upon hearing Barry's words, turned angry and prepared to grab Barry, intending to teach him a lesson.

"Zi..."

However, with a flash of lightning, the burly man's attack missed.

"what?!"

The burly man was stunned. He could hardly believe his eyes. In fact, Barry's speed was even faster than he had imagined.

"Arthur Corey, interesting~"

"You share the same name as the legendary King Arthur! Have you ever met King Arthur?"

Barry Allen was muttering to himself while holding a small notebook in his hand.

"Um?!"

Arthur stared at the small notebook in Barry's hand for a moment, then reached into his pocket. When he found that his driver's license was gone, his expression turned angry.

"Damn it! Give me back my things!"

As Arthur spoke, he launched an attack on Barry.

"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!"

Barry kept dodging and retreating. Arthur's attacks seemed too slow to Barry. In fact, he had always lived in a slow world. Everything seemed too slow to him, whether it was trains, cars, or airplanes. They all seemed almost touchingly slow to him!

He once tried hiking around the world, and he thought he was already walking very slowly at the time, but he still managed to complete it in one day!

"I'm going to fight back!"

Barry didn't forget to remind Arthur, but unfortunately Arthur couldn't hear anything.

"Ada!"

Barry shouted incomprehensible words and punched Arthur repeatedly.

"bump!"

Barry's casual punch, amplified by the power of the bullet, sent Arthur flying.

"Um?!"

Arthur lay on the ground, staring blankly at Barry. He was now certain that this kid was a freak just like him.

"What exactly do you want from me?"

Arthur stood up and asked Barry.

"Go save the Earth!"