Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 5586 - 4612: The Day of Pure White (32)

Deathstroke has convinced himself countless times to accept the premise that "the two of them are the same person." But the problem is that their actions constantly overturn this premise.

"Are you serious?" Deathstroke asked, "You’re asking me to find someone to assassinate yourself. What’s the point of that?"

Just as Shiller was about to speak, Deathstroke raised a hand to stop him and then said, "I know what you’re about to say, that it’s some form of self-conflict. But I beg you, when you are going through some kind of mental self-reformation, can you keep it confined to your head like a normal person? Specifically, within your Psychic_Battlefield, instead of dragging the whole real world into it?"

The two of them stared at each other. Without a doubt, each thought the other was abnormal. Shiller said, "I’m doing this to force him to switch with me."

Deathstroke furrowed his brow. Shiller continued, "He doesn’t like dealing with assassins. As long as there’re enough people after him, he’ll definitely try to switch with me. That way, he can go find the object."

"I really don’t get it," Deathstroke was a bit overwhelmed, "He created the thing, and he brought it to Egypt. Why would he help you find it? What’s your relationship? Who’s good, who’s bad?"

"I’ll say it again. We are one person..."

Seeing Deathstroke’s hand on the hilt of his sword, Shiller sighed and said, "Why do you think he created this thing? Why did he bring it to Egypt?"

"That’s exactly what I want to ask you," Deathstroke said.

"You think it’s to trip up the Justice League. But in reality, if the artifact is real, it could indeed be considered a troublesome matter for the Justice League. But the thing is fake. All related research and legends were made up by him. Had he not created it, the Justice League wouldn’t even have a chance to discover anything."

"Are you saying he’s actually providing clues to the Justice League? Then why didn’t he just leave it there? Why go through the trouble of bringing it to Egypt? Just to create some work for the Justice League?"

"Although he might indeed want to find work for himself, that shouldn’t be the main reason."

"Then what’s the main reason?"

"We won’t know until we find the mural, will we?" Shiller shook his head and said, "He must have left clues on it. It’s just that no one knows what they are unless they’re found."

Deathstroke sighed deeply, took out his phone, and said, "Alright. I think he should be willing to switch with you soon."

"You want to contact your peers?" Shiller raised an eyebrow, "They don’t come cheap, do they?"

"I wouldn’t spend my money to hire them," Deathstroke said, "There aren’t many full-time killers. It’s not because they don’t want to be, but because there aren’t enough contracts. Just doing this would starve them. Most have side gigs. Wherever there’s an opportunity, they jump in, hoping to get a piece of the action.

"I don’t need to hire them, just spread some news. They’ll choose to follow you."

"What news?"

Deathstroke thought for a while and said, "No one knows what deal you made with Hesingnag. But that Hayven is quite famous locally. If someone he’s chasing doesn’t have a secret, who would? Maybe it’s the whereabouts of a treasure, or maybe it’s leverage over Hayven. Getting hold of something beforehand would be quite a haul."

Shiller understood. These mercenaries are not as glamorous as imagined. Or, there are indeed those cold and professional killers, like Deathstroke. But those are few in number, only a small handful at the top of the Pyramid. Most mercenaries do dirty and exhausting work, chasing after profits in a gray world. Like sharks smelling blood, they go wherever there’s a chance to make money.

In such a situation, an American being hunted by a local big shot would be quite a good target. If you just offended a local big shot and have no skills yourself, you couldn’t possibly get out of Cairo. If you’re being pursued all the way out, it proves you definitely have some skills.

Plus, being an American. Generally, people in these places aren’t willing to provoke Americans, as the CIA indeed has a notorious reputation. Even if it seems totally out of control here, the title of world police is still useful. No one wants to add such a strong opponent to their list.

An American with skills is likely a spy or Law Enforcer. If the assassination succeeds, that’s fine. But if it fails, or is discovered midway, then it’s real trouble. So unless it’s something very important, no one would want to do it.

For the curator of the Egyptian Museum, there aren’t many things important enough to make him do such a thing, but they must be very valuable. Once this news leaks out, the opportunistic jackals will surely rush in.

At the same time, this could also cause some trouble for Hayven. Though he has power and influence, it doesn’t mean he can do whatever he wants. Publicly hunting down an American agent probably doesn’t align with Egyptian authorities’ interests. Someone will go to reprimand him.

Shiller was quite satisfied with this arrangement, so he said, "Your son should be arriving soon, right? Shall we go to the airport to pick him up?"

Deathstroke glanced at his phone, then said, "He should be soon. Let’s go."

Deathstroke’s actions were indeed effective. Neither of them had arrived at the airport yet, and Shiller leaned back against the taxi seat, let out a long sigh, tossed away the broken gun that the agent had been holding, pulled out his revolver again, and started loading bullets into it.

Deathstroke observed him. He could sense the change in demeanor. But considering the other party had been chased here by the people he called, he felt it was best not to speak.

"Don’t go to the airport, change course," Shiller suddenly said.

"What?" Deathstroke didn’t react immediately.

"His plane probably won’t be able to land normally at Cairo. Going to the airport won’t allow us to meet him." Shiller shook his head.

Deathstroke’s eyes widened instantly. He picked up the phone again, wanting to call Joseph, but there was no response from the other side. It wasn’t because there was no signal on the plane—Joseph’s plane did have internet. Then Deathstroke called Dongqing, since even if Joseph didn’t want to tell him his schedule, he should at least let Dongqing know he was safe. But there was nothing from Dongqing either.

Deathstroke immediately realized the trouble was severe. He directly strangled the neck of the taxi driver, forced the car to a stop, jumped out, and looked up at the sky. They weren’t far from Cairo Airport, so there should theoretically be planes taking off and landing. But strangely, the airspace above the airport was eerily silent, with not a plane in sight.

This was definitely unusual. Deathstroke looked toward the distant Cairo Airport. He picked up his phone. An international news alert popped up: "Cairo International Airport is now under control by rebel forces, all planes urgently redirected to Hurgada for landing."

Deathstroke was shocked. He didn’t understand how Cairo Airport could be controlled. Even if Saudi Arabia or Israel had attacked, it wouldn’t directly seize control of the capital airport, right? How is this different from all-out war?

Shiller, however, was not surprised. Firstly, the world situation in the Prime Universe was like a dance of demons. It seemed to be one superpower with many strong ones, but in fact, it was one big madman leading a group of small madmen. Big events constantly happened in America, and there was no shortage of smaller ones around the globe.

This is also determined by the nature of the cosmos. After all, mysterious powers and superpower users have existed since ancient times. Historical evolution will subtly differ. People also adopt different approaches when handling geopolitical relationships.

In America, which at least has some government structure, this isn’t very obvious. But in the Middle East’s chaos, such differences are magnified exponentially. The signature example is the Red Sea contests triggered by various armed conflicts.

Imagine if an armed faction’s leader isn’t an ordinary person but a superpower user; many things would change. Firstly, decapitation tactics would be of little use. No one’s heard of any decapitation daring enough to target Magneto. Secondly, in various armed conflicts, the importance of armed levels diminishes. So, whether it’s a major power or has industrial capabilities becomes less significant. Instead, it shifts to being people-centric—whoever has stronger individuals is more formidable.

Although major powers have larger populations, with a higher chance of producing strong individuals, people aren’t mere tools. They have their own emotions and thoughts. Being born or raised in a country doesn’t necessarily mean loyalty to that country. Conversely, there’s a significant possibility of joining rebel forces or embarking on a path to independence and dominance.

This results in the Red Sea in this universe yielding a daily dozen episodes of "One Piece." Divine beings show off, and extraordinary moves emerge. Regional major powers can’t suppress them; ensuring their air routes’ safety is already commendable.

This also causes numerous armed factions to expand their conflicts to a much larger scale. It’s not as simple as blowing up a ship. If you dare displease One Piece, they will genuinely go after you.

Egypt clearly provoked the wrong people. More accurately, it’s a group of desperate wolves with no way out. Negotiations failed, and their leader was killed; the armed faction is at a dead end. Cornered, Egypt received a harsh bite.

It’s evident that merely strengthening Hurgada’s defenses won’t suffice. Cairo’s response was truly slow. Their boss died on the turf; that’s a colossal blunder. Without thinking of quickly absolving responsibility or guarding vigilantly, clinging to a fluke mentality. This inevitably led to trouble.

Now that Cairo Airport has no planes taking off or landing, it means all control towers are paralyzed. Though no planes are visible to the naked eye, many are likely hovering above. But they can’t hover indefinitely, as Hurgada isn’t too close. Without a quick departure, they’ll run out of fuel.

There are other airports in northern Egypt, but none are truly safe. The Greater Cairo Region prospers collectively and suffers collectively. Heading south is necessary. Hurgada is under military control, relatively safer. These planes can only make emergency landings there.

"Listen. I know the mural you’re looking for is very important, but..." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"That mural isn’t important. I can recreate one anytime."

Deathstroke was speechless. Though Shiller was understanding, perfectly solving their current conflict—Shiller’s mission required him to stay in Cairo to find the mural, while Deathstroke had to go to Hurgada for his son—the reasoning was still odd.