Deathstroke naturally wanted to argue, but after thinking it over carefully, it seemed that really was the case. In truth, if he had focused on his own mission, he might very well have already succeeded in erasing all traces of that Batch of Goods. Even if the job was fake and he could not get the final payment, since it had not taken much effort, the deposit alone would not count as a loss.
Or, if he had not driven Schiller around Hurghada in circles, the carsick Schiller would not have blown the leader to death with one shot, and the situation would not have deteriorated to this point.
Of course, recognizing that fact did not make him feel any remorse. Because from beginning to end, there had been no chance anyone was going to pay the final balance anyway. The commission had failed from the start. In that case, running into Schiller was not bad either. That was the advantage of being a freelance mercenary: aside from rigid missions, he could always stumble onto some novel entertainment.
Of course, between the two of them now, he was more like the entertainment. But Deathstroke did not care. His satellite phone received a message, which made him want to enter the Family Channel again, but fortunately he restrained himself.
In truth, he could have continued verbally harassing Schiller the way he had before. Deathstroke could tell Schiller's hearing had recovered, and now was the perfect time to chat. As for why he did not do it, what exactly was stopping him, he was actually pondering that too.
Then he attributed it to this: Schiller had indeed behaved far too professionally. Among all the agents he knew, he was not merely among the best, but absolutely the top. So Deathstroke felt a