Chapter 8 Wanted World

"Funny it's this world, looks like it needs some planning," Anthony says with a playful smile, a gleam in his eyes.

Looking at the additional information in his mind, Anthony knew that he had arrived in the world of Wanted through the lower world invitation, also known as the world of the League of Assassins.

"The boss knows the world?" Gin got the message, too, but he had no idea what it meant.

"Well," Anthony nodded and explained the general state of the world to Gin.

To put it simply, there used to be a group of weavers who discovered what they believed to be the secret of the world from a loom, formed an assassin order, and then started killing people to protect the world based on the decryptions in the loom.

Then a thousand years later, a frustrated young man under the deliberate guidance of this organization began to work for this organization, and personally killed the enemy that the organization could not fight, that is, his own biological father. Later, he woke up to the story of revenge.

"It's an old story," Gin deadpanned.

"Maybe, but there's a lot of good in this world, and while the best in this world may be a little perverted, it's still manageable," Anthony says with the look of a hunter finding his prey. "Let's loot and drain the world!"

"Yes, Sir," said Gin, nodding, "To be honest, I'm quite interested in what you said, Sir, about their ability to bend a bullet!"

Wesley is one of the city's average office workers who enjoys escapism because he suffers from what he believes is panic disorder. As a result, even at the prime age of 25, he has yet to achieve anything.

If there had been no accident, a person like him would have gone through his life in such a careless way. But one day he met someone, a very beautiful woman. This woman would change his life forever.

"How about gin?" From a vantage point, Anthony and Gin watch the drama below.

"A very strong rival, I am no rival," replied Gin, though it was too much of his pride to admit it, but either rival or rival, and he would not lie about such things.

"Do you? It seems the power of this is more valuable than we thought, "Anthony laughed." Don't be upset about Gin, they're an organization that's been around for over a thousand years. And... The power we shall soon have!"

As the slapstick gunfight that follows finally draws to a close, Fawkes, who has been sent by the League of Assassins to seduce Wesley, escapes with him, ready to execute their plan to kill his father.

"All right, let's follow, we don't want to lose our guide," Antony watches as the speeding vehicles pull away and executes their own plan.

Sloane was pleased with himself these days. His plan was working out so well. Wesley, a boy of twenty-five, was too naive in the world to believe his own word so easily.

I can't blame him, though, for making everything he makes up seem so seamless. Even his father, the most powerful assassin in the organization had been fooled for years by himself, let alone him.

Sloane's heart welled up with anger at Wesley's ungrateful father. What an age! Still clinging to the rules laid down by the inexplicable loom of fate! What is the most important thing in our time? It's money! It's benefits! It's power!

And... Sloane had a look in his eye. That damn loom tried to kill me Sloane, and put my name on the cloth! How could I have done what it wanted!

How can beings like us, who are born with great powers over all men, be the tools of that ridiculous loom! We are supposed to be gods on high! And rule the world!

Opening the door of his car, Sloane was ready to go to a gathering of the elite, a circle he had only recently touched, filled with people whose words could decide the life and death of thousands of people, and whose names the average person had no right to know, let alone want to meet. It was for this reason that Sloane dismissed all his men and drove there himself.

Swiping the steering wheel of his car, Sloane looked delighted. The taste of power and money is really fascinating, for example, the car in front of you, this is a really good car, pure hand-made, every part is like a work of art, even if it is rich can not buy high-grade goods! To hell with that damn loom! This is the life I want!

Just then, a sound wave that ordinary people could not hear came from under his car. For an instant, he felt his blood and qi began to roll, his headache was splitting, his limbs were weak, his eyes began to blur, and his heart began to beat faster and disorderly.

What a pain! Even Sloane, a top assassin trained by the League of Assassins, was unable to respond to this sudden attack.

Bang! Something the size of a baby's fist smashed through the window of his car and flew in. But he didn't care about the window of his car because he recognized the same thing that came flying in: tear gas.

Not sure if it was tear gas, though. But whatever it is, if it's aimed specifically at you, it's not going to be helpful. So he tried desperately to hold his breath, but the sound wave, which he could not hear, kept interfering with his body. And so, in no time, Sloane, the leader of the League of Assassins who had held millions in his hands, and whom the Cross had been trying to kill, fell.

"Is that enough measurement?" "Anthony asked the gin from a distance, watching what had just happened.

"That's enough. It's filled with premium products bought at a premium price from our market. It's supposed to be the military special Forces' premium products from the Osborne Group, and I've made sure to increase the dosage," Gin replied.

"Well, wait and see, wait for it to work itself out, make sure it's all right," Anthony nodded and kept his gaze fixed on the spot. After spending so much time with himself and Gin, and using so many sophisticated methods of tracking and surveillance in order to avoid their five senses finding out, there was no room for failure when the powerful men of the organization were alone!

Three minutes later, with the infrasound weapons switched off by remote control, Anthony and Gin arrive at the limo in full gear. Looking inside at Sloane, who was unconscious and in pain, Anthony again ordered Gin to give him a shock with his tranquilizer gun, and then tied him up.

Looking up close at Sloan, who fell into a deep coma in front of him, Anthony couldn't help but laugh and said: "Surprisingly easy, really technology changes life."