The fortress of the Assassin Alliance was built on cliffs, and of course the mode of transportation to and from the fortress can only be achieved by helicopters and cableways. Therefore, the fortress also has a tarmac and underground hangar, and dozens of various aircraft are parked in the hangar.

Originally, Damian's idea was to use light power to glide if he left alone, so as not to be tracked by the locator installed on the helicopter. Now that the Eastern Palace Secret Party has been exposed, the group of ninjas who swear to follow him to the death cannot continue to lurk in the Assassin Alliance. If they want to lead them together, they can only take the helicopter.

Even if you are tracked down now, it doesn't matter. If your grandfather and mother are rational enough, they should not have the courage to harass him in the short term.

Both leaders were shocked by the young master. No one in the Assassin Alliance dared to stop the team. The crowd boarded more than a dozen twin-rotor troop helicopters, slowly took off in the sky in the sunlight, and flew into the distance.

The helicopter was flying smoothly among the mountains. Damian was sitting in the helicopter cabin, and the death knives were lying beside him. The boy checked the physical condition of the mercenary king and found that except for the blasted eyeball that could not regenerate, his injuries had been healed.

The physical pain was not bad, but the mental state of Death Knell was very bad. He looked like a salted fish with a sad look, probably because he thought he was dead and might have to be conquered by the demon boy.

"Mr. Wilson...I want to apologize to you first...I'm sorry for causing you to become a disabled person."

Damian organized the language and tried his best to say in a kind tone: "You may not believe it. I really didn't mean to blind you, it was just an accident..."

Death Knook glanced at the boy with his only left eye and said a little annoyed: "Don't talk to me in the tone of such a naughty child after causing trouble! That's right, you are still a child, and I can't claim compensation from your parents. If you blind this eye, it's useless. It's only my bad luck!"

Damian smiled awkwardly and then said, "Actually, there is no irreconcilable personal grudge between the two of us. I hope you don't put your personal emotions into this conversation."

Death knell sighed, his mood calmed down a little, and he said coldly: "Don't go around the corner, just say, what do you want from me? Otherwise you won't leave my life, right?"

The boy snapped his fingers and praised, "It's great to chat with smart people! I asked my party members, the Assassin Alliance has investigated your background, your identity is a mercenary, right? By the way, do you have a cousin who is also a mercenary? I just seemed to have mixed you and your cousin's memory."

"This is no secret. I was a mercenary after joining the Assassin League and the Rebel Assassin League. As for my cousin, I have a bad relationship with him and basically don't interact. Who knows where he is hanging around, so don't mention him to me!"

"The so-called mercenaries use money to do things without distinguishing their positions and not distinguishing between good and evil. So, can we put aside this small unpleasantness and re-establish a cooperative relationship based on equality and mutual benefit?"

Death Knell laughed and said, "You want to hire me? In the mercenary world, I have the highest value! Can you afford it?"

The black-haired boy also laughed: "Don't talk to me about money, money is Bushett, we must respect our dreams!"

"Mercenaries are the ones who disrespect their dreams the most. Their dream is to make money. We'd better only talk about money, and we don't have money to talk about it!"

"You misunderstood what I mean. I mean I am not short of money. You can give you as much as you want. In my chaotic memory, I have never lacked money for several lifetimes!"

Death Knook stared at the boy with suspicion and asked, "You are a twelve-year-old who just ran away from home and have only a group of enthusiastic believers around you. How could you not be short of money? You are not planning to hire me to lead these ninjas to rob the bank and then take out part of the money you snatched to me? This idea is a bit naive!"

"It's so troublesome to steal a bank, especially when there are many gay cross-dressers in this world who like to meddle in other people's business."

The black-haired boy shrugged and said, "As a rebellious naughty child who escaped from his family, isn't it a basic operation to steal money from his family before running away? Do you really think that I only took away these ninjas and more than a dozen planes when I left the Assassin Alliance? I could secretly install air defense weapons and machine gun towers under his nose, and I would definitely deal with the intelligence departments, finance departments, procurement departments, logistics departments, security departments and technical departments within the alliance..."

The boy thought it was too troublesome to explain in detail, so he simply summarized it briefly: "Let me say this, I took away more than half of the Assassin Alliance wealth that my grandfather had accumulated over 700 years. I could leave another half for my grandfather and mother. I was afraid that the Assassin Alliance would go bankrupt, so they both lived on the streets and showed kindness."

Death knives blinked his one-eye and then realized that he must not look at the boy in front of him based on his young appearance. This is an old fox in the skin of a child. He is much more secure than adults!

Others don’t know how much assets the Assassin League has accumulated, and the death knives that covet the position of the leader of the Assassin League is the most clear. However, Rock Wall Training Camp is just one of the training grounds for the Assassin League to train ninjas. In addition to this secret base, there are many branches around the world, including ninja training camps, fortresses, prisons, islands, enterprises, scientific research institutions and laboratories.

Lars Al Goul has contacted major international forces for centuries, seized historical opportunities, won huge wealth, and started from scratch to create a huge foundation.

Because of the early start and the long-term operation of the family business, the wealth of several famous emerging bourgeois rich second generations in the DC universe may not be comparable to that of him, but now they have been hollowed out by their grandsons and all have made wedding dresses.

This is the dilemma that the hero has to face. Even though the members of the alliance know that Master Ninja is an old man cursed by a demon, they always feel a little upset when they see his hair and beards and beards with a hunched waist and a twilight old man.

This caused his prestige to continue to decline without any hesitation. Even if he was hard-blooded and murderous, he could not be rebuilt. Instead, it made people think that he was old and began to make some mistakes that the wise ruler would make in his later years.

The distrust accumulated over the years finally reached its explosion point after the emergence of the next generation of the King Kong-designated Alliance heirs. Damian's departure was actually a split in the Assassin Alliance, and one organization turned into two organizations.

The Assassin Alliance around the world is divided into two factions, more than half of which are distributed around the world. After receiving the news, the branches clearly change their flags and flags. They no longer respect the orders conveyed by the headquarters, and only the young master Damian is the leader.

Unless the Ninja Master leads the remnants of a war of unity within the alliance, conquering the divided institutions one by one, and finally killing Damian with his own hands to cut off the members' thoughts, he can only swallow most of the bitter fruit of the change of ownership.

Originally, all of this should have been successfully killed by Death Knives after successfully killing the Ninja Master and becoming the leader of the Assassin League. But now he can only watch the young man in front of him showing off his wealth and hiring him with the money that should have belonged to him. He felt so mixed in his heart.

The one-eyed old mercenary raised his proud head and shouted: "As a top mercenary, I am not just a rich playboy who just throws money into it! Put away your damn bad money, you are insulting my dignity!"

The boy's face sank, staring at his only left eye, and said meaningfully: "Okay, you don't want to cooperate with me, so let's talk about compensation. You killed a lot of ninjas in this raid, and a considerable number of them were loyal to me. How should you compensate?"

"In order to plan this operation, I spent all my savings. I thought that if I did this and got the Assassin Alliance, I would have the money I spent in my lifetime like you."

Death Knell played a rogue and said provocatively: "As you can see, I lost all the last copper plate in my pocket, and even put one eye on it, and got nothing. So, I'm sorry, I can't afford it, and I don't want to pay it."

Damian said coldly: "As a mercenary, you should know that the Geneva Convention clearly stipulates that mercenaries do not enjoy the power to become prisoners of war...that means that I can impose punishment, torture and torture on you at will."

Death knelled, "After entering the mercenary corpses, I have been mentally prepared to be tortured and tragically killed! What can you do to me? Dig out my other eye, cut off my limbs, and throw me into an ant hole and snake pit? You should understand that for some people, dignity is more precious than death! I am the kind of man who would rather die standing than live on his knees!"

The black-haired boy shook his head: "After all, I'm not a devil... Besides, even if you chop you into a stick and feed ants, it's not profitable. I think you have good external conditions. Are you interested in being an idol? At least you can earn some money to make up for the losses and give pensions to the victims."

Death knell was stunned and didn't understand the boy's words. He said in surprise: "Be an idol? What idol?"

"I vaguely remember that there is a magical medicine in China that can restore people's youth, and the price is to change their gender..."

The black-haired boy pinched his temple, as if he was trying hard to recall: "It's a pity that I forgot how to make this super useful magical medicine. Fortunately, I have a gangster netizen named Inu Jin in Japan. He sent a message online a while ago to gather global gang leaders to promote the business of gangsters as idols to make money. He said it was really easy to make money. He also recommended a plastic surgery agency in Thailand to everyone, saying that the doctors there were a bit perverted, but the surgical skills were very superb, and they almost reached the point of being fake and real. I will arrange for you to go to Thailand tomorrow. I will work hard to make money in the future and pay off my debts."

Just like the Supreme Mage’s dojo is equipped with wifi, the fortress of the Assassin Alliance also covers the Internet. Damian has been an Internet-addicted teenager since he was a child. When he was 6 years old, he once hacked into the Hope State Ministry of National Defense to steal information. He has many mysterious netizens in the dark web.

Death knives blinked his one-eye, and it took a lot of effort to sort out the meaning of the demon boy's expression. He immediately put away the fatigue of the hob meat and said seriously: "Boss, how much do you plan to pay for me? At least you can offer a price, and this transaction may be done!"
Chapter completed!