Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 52

Broly sat in the bar on the seventh underground level of the Continental Hotel, elegantly cutting his steak with a dinner knife, his movements flawless. With just one attempt, he could firmly remember any action through muscle memory, combined with his keen observation. Manners that ordinary people might spend decades cultivating, he could master convincingly in just a few minutes.

As long as he wasn’t too hungry, he still enjoyed putting on a bit of a show.

Charon stood beside him, wearing white gloves, holding a bottle of wine, and pouring it for Broly at the right moment.

“What’s with this ‘Pigeon of Doom’ thing?”

Broly forked a piece of well-cut steak and put it in his mouth. He was puzzled about this strange nickname.

“Mr. Wayne, it’s because of your exquisite skill in using the dove card to kill, which has left a deep impression on everyone. That’s why they’ve given you such a formidable nickname.”

Famous assassins typically earned their nicknames. Legendary assassin John Wick, for instance, was known as the ‘Boogeyman’ and ‘Baba Yaga’ due to his supernatural hunting skills and his Belarusian gypsy heritage.

‘Baba Yaga’ is a witch from ancient Russian folklore who eats children who get lost in the forest.

“A dove? That was a bat!”

Broly almost lost his composure, gritting his teeth a bit.

Holding the wine bottle, Charon stiffened, his inner voice screaming that no one could mistake it for a bat.

“Never mind, I’ve made a new set of darts that I believe will soon correct this error.” Broly said, stacking the empty plates and pulling a new steak towards him: “Who is this big client you mentioned?”

Charon bowed slightly.

“Because the mission is compassionate, and leaking it could have terrible consequences, I will take you to a more secure location to discuss the details after Mr. Wayne finishes his meal.”

Broly forked an entire piece of steak into his mouth and wiped his lips with a napkin.

“Then let’s go.”

“Very well, Mr. Wayne.”

Charon snapped his fingers to signal the waiter to clear the table. He then led Broly to the elevator and took him to the rooftop of the Continental Hotel.

The open-air rooftop was furnished with luxurious leather sofas, a solid wood liquor cabinet, and a massive fireplace.

Logs burned fiercely in the fireplace, crackling loudly. Winston was already sitting on the sofa, waiting for Broly’s arrival.

“Hello, Pigeon of Doom.”

He held a glass of whiskey in his hand and spoke to Broly.

Charon’s face showed embarrassment; he quickly stepped forward and whispered a few words in Winston’s ear.

“Pfft…”

Winston sprayed the whiskey from his mouth, coughing violently. It took him a while to recover.

“Mr. Wayne, the target of this mission is quite astonishing. I hope you’ll think it over carefully. Once you hear the details of the bounty, you’re not allowed to disclose any related information, or the High Table’ll want you with no place to hide.”

He looked at Broly seriously.

“The target is Tony Stark, isn’t it?”

Broly sat on the sofa, speaking in a tone of utter boredom.

“Right, recently, the only one who’s been treated with such caution is Tony Stark. The employer initially hired terrorists from Afghanistan, but these terrorists seemed to have their agenda. Instead of killing Tony Stark after kidnapping him, they held him captive.”

“This angered the employer greatly, but after Tony Stark was kidnapped, he was under the spotlight, closely monitored by agencies like the CIA, forcing them to hire us to kill Tony Stark.”

Winston spoke, though he did not reveal the employer’s identity.

Numerous tabloids, fueled by conspiracy theories, have listed several suspects worth suspecting. These include significant shareholders of Stark Industries like Obadiah Stane, Justin Hammer of Hammer Industries, and even the Pentagon, who were suspected of being behind Tony Stark’s kidnapping.

Tony Stark’s whereabouts were highly confidential, known only to a few. The terrorists’ timing was too perfect.

“These terrorists are not simple; they belong to the Ten Rings, whose leader, the Mandarin, is a terrifying figure. Although defeated by martial artists from the East twenty years ago and forced to flee to the Middle East, it didn’t take him long to rebuild the Ten Rings. It’s said he’s over ninety years old, possessing ten magical rings. The High Table suffered heavy losses because of him.”

“Of course, he’s been avoiding pursuers from the East recently, living a secluded life, and his disciples and subordinates are active outside. You won’t need to face Tony Stark directly when you assassinate him.”

“Mr. Wayne will be up against approximately two hundred armed members of the Ten Rings, equipped with advanced weaponry produced by Stark Industries, even including main battle tanks.”

With continuous support from Stark Industries, Winston explained that the Ten Rings managed to establish a foothold in Afghanistan, fend off the martial artists who sought them out, and even become the underground rulers of Afghanistan.

“The employer heard about Mr. Wayne’s perfect performance when hunting Dave Boyle and decided to offer this challenging bounty to the Continental. The reward is fifty million dollars, payable immediately after confirming Tony Stark’s death. You might want to consider whether to accept this bounty.”

Broly clenched his fists; the world seemed different from the movies and comics, with even the Mandarin appearing.

“Of course, I accept. Two hundred people, plus the Mandarin, why not?”

If this were indeed the Mandarin from the comics, Broly was eager to face him. His excitement was so great that he could almost not control the energy inside him.

Winston was startled by the energy rush, feeling like he was not sitting across from a person but a terrifying beast wearing human skin, ready to tear apart its disguise and destroy everything in sight.

“Since you’ve agreed, you can now look at further intelligence,” Winston forced himself to calm down and pulled out a map: “This map marks all the Ten Rings’ strongholds known to the employer. Tony Stark might be held at one of them.”

Winston paused.

“Also, try to use stealth assassination methods and avoid causing too much damage to the Ten Rings. If you anger the Mandarin, you’ll die, and even the High Table could be impacted.”

The core of the High Table was originally in the Middle East and was considered the local powerhouse. Still, it suffered heavy losses against the formidable Ten Rings and was almost driven out of the Middle East.

Accepting the bounty to assassinate Tony Stark meant causing trouble for the Ten Rings.

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