C.2

Immediately after selecting the Agent 47 option, Max felt as if he had been reborn.

Knowledge and information from Agent 47's life entered his mind and enhanced his already incredible skills.

All of Agent 47's knowledge was stored in a different part of his mind instead of where his own memories and knowledge were. This was so that he wouldn't get confused on which were his own memories and which were Agent 47's, and so that he didn't develop a double-personality disorder.

Max felt somewhat uncomfortable and weird for a few seconds, but this side effect soon faded.

Now with Agent 47's skillset, Max felt more confident in completing this mission.

He was now not only a master of kickboxing but also Krav Maga, Karate, Jiu-Jitsu, and Eskrima. Combined with his expertise in perfectly handling any type of firearm, Max could now easily be considered the best assassin in the world.

He also felt that he could keep his calm and not panic in whatever situation he ends up in. Always keeping his composure and having a clear mind would allow him to be perfectly aware of his surroundings, no matter the circumstances.

'This is actually real...' He thought.

It didn't take long for Max to get used to having a second set of knowledge in his head and more skills available in his arsenal.

As he readied himself to leave the alleyway he woke up in, the hologram in front of him changed once again.

*Mission: Kill Thomas Wayne, aka Batman, and Martha Wayne, aka Joker.*

*Time for completion: 719 hours, 49 minutes, 11 seconds.*

*In case of failure, the ability chosen and all of its byproducts will be permanently removed.*

'30 days... that's not nearly enough. I'm going to have to step up my game. With Agent 47's skillset combined with my own, it might be possible.'

Instead of the unlimited time he thought he had, the hologram had imposed a time limit of 30 days for him to complete this mission. If he fails, Agent 47's skills and knowledge will be removed from him.

'Thankfully, it seems I have been somehow transported into this world just now, meaning I have no traces of my existence on any databases accessible by Batman. I need to keep it like this. Batman doesn't know I'm coming for him, so that's also a big advantage for me. Though this seems to be a different timeline of sorts since the Batman I remember had always been Bruce Wayne, son of Thomas Wayne. Things have changed. Even Batman's ability as a detective and his intellect may have changed, but I'll still prepare to face the toughest Batman possible.' He concluded.

Throughout the whole time since his sudden awakening here, he had made sure to make as little noise as possible, even refraining from speaking out loud. This was just one of the habits he picked up by being an assassin for 13 years - always trying to remain as stealthy as possible.

'I have less than 30 days to formulate a flawless plan along with at least 5 possible contingency plans. Maybe more. I'm going to need money, access to the internet, a low-key base of operations, access to the local law enforcement database, and some guns. The most fundamental one being money, the others will come with it.'

As he was thinking of his possible options to acquire money, sounds of footsteps entered his ear, instantly alerting him.

'3... no, 4 people.'

Choosing to hide behind a dumpster, for now, he waited until the footsteps became louder and louder until finally, they arrived at his position.

4 middle-aged men wearing dark clothes and hats entered the alleyway.

Man 1: "That was a good catch, hehehe! How much did we get?"

Man 2: "Yeah! Those bitches had no idea we were there, hahaha!"

Man 3: "I'm counting... 450. Holy shit!"

Man 4: "HAHAHAHA! We're going drinking tonight, boys!"

'Hm... typical thugs. They probably robbed some defenseless ladies or even worse, drugged or r*ped them, THEN robbed them. However, I'm not one to judge.'

Observing the situation for a bit, Max decided that this was a good opportunity for him to gain some extra bucks.

Silently grabbing the same metal pipe that he had used before to test the hologram, he threw a small pebble he found on the ground a little further from their position.

Clack!

Man 2: "Huh? What was that?"

Man 3: "Is someone there?!"

Man 3 removed a flip knife from his pant's pocket and proceeded to walk in the direction of the sound. Man 2 followed behind him with a broken bottle of glass.

They slowly passed the dumpster Max was hiding near and continue to make their way towards the deeper parts of the alleyway.

'So dumb.'

Max quickly and swiftly got out from his hiding position and swung the metal pipe towards Man 3's head.

Bang!

Man 3 instantly fell to the ground unconscious.

Man 1: "Shit! Doug is down!"

Man 2: "You motherfucker! I'll fucking kill you!"

Man 1 and Man 4 saw the scene and ran to help Man 2 as they removed their own knives from their pockets.

Max was in a tough position now. He only had a metal pipe against 3 people with sharp objects. 2 knives and 1 broken glass.

Man 1 and 4 were behind him, blocking his exit route, while Man 2 was in front of him, effectively trapping him.

Man 2 carelessly ran towards Max, swinging his glass bottle wildly, trying to get a lucky hit on him.

Max simply blocked his arm as he struck using the metal pipe and sent a punch to the man's windpipe with his left hand.

Man 2 was left gasping for air with difficulty to breath. He was down for the count.

Man 4: "Bobby! You bitch! Bill, let's get this asshole!"

Man 4 and 1 ran together towards Max, who had his back turned to them.

Max bent down and grabbed the knife that dropped from Man 3's hands and threw it into Man 4's right thigh as he turned to face them, making him fall to the ground headfirst with his hands on his thigh.

He then got up and grabbed Man 1's arm right as he was about to stab him in the stomach.

Bringing his arm towards his knees, Max broke Man 1's arm by placing it at a weird angle and moving his knee upwards.

Then, he sent a rear hook to his chin to finish him off, easily knocking him out.

Now only Man 4 was conscious.

Man 4: "Bastard! We're gonna fucking KILL YOU!"

"Ignorance is a bliss." Max couldn't help but chuckle. If someone was able to kill him, that person would be Batman and only Batman. At least in this world, that is.

Max then crouched down to the ground near Man 4 and asked, "Do you work for somebody?"

To which Man 4 replied, "No!"

"Do you know the Batman?"

Man 4 instantly felt a chill down his spine and unconsciously swallowed some saliva, "Y-Yes. Everyone in the city knows him."

"When and where was he last seen?"

"I have no fucking idea man!"

"Hm." Max got up and headed to Man 3's body and grabbed the 2 wallets on the ground. "Also, that knife on your thigh has severed your femoral artery. In a few minutes, you'll be dead, so maybe you should reflect on your mistakes with your last minutes alive."

Grabbing all the cash inside, he threw it back to Man 3's body, which was still limp on the ground.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Man 4 yelled as he saw Max leave the alleyway, not being able to do anything about it before inevitably passing out from blood loss.

'It's not a problem if I leave some evidence or prints around since I'm quite sure I don't exist on any database. There is also no surveillance cameras nearby that could've seen me. Though it'll be better if I escape through some other exit rather than from where these guys came from.'