Deathstroke did not leave the Art Museum. He merely circled around to the front entrance again and turned to look at the building where sniper had been. The other party had clearly already fled, and it was definitely too late to chase him now. All he could do now was hope Schiller had caught the man who had slipped into the banquet and tried to assassinate Mrs. Hall.
Before long, Schiller stood at the intersection and waved to him. Deathstroke walked over, and the two of them stood at the base of a wall not far from the Art Museum. Deathstroke smelled the faint tang of blood on Schiller.
"You took him out?"
"Mm," Schiller said with a nod. "That guy was sent by Khaywen, but not to assassinate anyone. He was there to kidnap her."
"Kidnap?"
"That man can't make it in Cairo anymore, but he still has some influence elsewhere. It's just that without a stable source of artifacts, those employers of his won't let him off."
"Oh, I get it. He wanted to kidnap Mrs. Hall, then force Dr. Hall to hand over the ancient Egyptian artifacts in his possession so he could use them to answer to his employers."
"Exactly. He won't give up easily. While that man was the museum director, he built up quite a few connections. Since it failed this time, he'll think of something else."
"All right, then who was that sniper? They weren't together, were they?"
Schiller shook his head and said nothing. Very soon, his phone rang; clearly, it was the Halls calling. Schiller took a small bottle of spray from inside his coat and sprayed himself with it. The smell of blood quickly dispersed.
"Wait outside the door for a while," Schiller said.
"Don't forget I still have a