Chapter 11 Plunder the League of Assassins headquarters

"Gin, how do you feel?" 'said Anthony, looking at Gin as he had just sat up in bed.

Gin moved his limbs a little, felt his condition carefully, and smiled with delight. "Better than ever!" he said.

"Good!" It seems to have worked, and Anthony is happy for the other side: "Then our plan will be more secure."

It's no wonder that during this time, Anthony tried to resist the mental pressure and had a crazy dream. By manipulating the subconscious minds of some of the most powerful men, Anthony has managed to match the League of Assassins' need for a heart-changing, adrenaline rush that even ordinary people have.

According to the Cross, this method only has a 50-50 chance of success, 50-50. So Antony was prepared for the gin to fail, and when it did, it seemed that God wanted Antony to cause havoc in the world.

In an elegant and chic cafe, the Cross looks at the gin in front of him and says, "I can't believe you guys actually managed to get those things together and hit that 50 percent chance."

Anthony smiled, but instead of answering, he asked cheerfully, "What about it? Does revenge taste good?"

"There was no animosity between me and him. I killed him because of fate," said the Cross reverently.

Anthony shuddered to himself when he saw this expression. The power of faith is so strong that even such a wise and ruthless killer should worship at its feet.

The cross, of course, saw Anthony's expression, but he did not say anything. For it seemed to him that the magical power of fate was beyond the grasp of a mortal like Antony.

"Tell me, what is the business of this visit?" Finding himself at odds with the likes of Anthony, the Cross cut to the chase: "I don't remember how well I know you kidnappers, and it seems I warned you the last time you let me go that the next time you see me, you'll probably be greeted with a bullet."

Although Anthony knows that the cross may not be killing people now, Anthony still feels slightly intimidated by the sight of a top killer. It is still not enough power. If the power is enough, how can he be so passive? Anthony was more determined in his thoughts: "I wonder what Mr. Carlos will do next with the Brotherhood?"

"Why are you asking that?" Carlos was alert.

Anthony's disregard for his alarm was significant: "As far as I know, Sloane seemed to have a plan to kill you by training your son to do so. It seems that your son is now being trained at the fraternity's headquarters. Don't you have any ideas, Mr. Carlos?"

The Cross grimly asked, "What are you trying to say?"

Anthony continued to ignore his question. "I also heard that it seems that the upper echelons of the Brotherhood are now on the erase list of that loom of fate."

'So what! Carros seemed to understand what Anthony meant when he said that to him, but it was understanding that made him wonder. Even with his own strength, so many years of fighting with the Brotherhood, has been in a state of being hunted. The occasional counterattack may hurt them, but it doesn't hurt them at all. Now here's a man who's gone crazy for thinking about a fraternity meeting!

"Would you like to join us in solving this problem once and for all?" Antony's face had a terrible smile. Looking at Antony's smile, somehow at that moment the Cross remembered the target of one of the most dangerous missions it had ever carried out -- a giant whose word could decide the life and death of tens of thousands of people!

Mill No. 17, an old textile mill that did not stand out in the city.

From the outside it looks pretty ordinary, but who would have guessed that it is the headquarters of an assassin order that has been around for more than a thousand years.

Today, the textile factory is not in operation, Brotherhood assassins dressed as workers gather in twos and threes in the factory, and several senior Brotherhood cadres also gather to discuss.

"Why hasn't the leader come back? It's been days. '

'Yes, surely the Chief has been killed by the traitor of the Cross!'

"Probably not. The cross guy is good, but the leader is not bad either."

"Could there be any delay?"

"That's a long time. Chiefs have disappeared before, but never this long."

"Yes, and now the plan is coming to a critical point. The fellow has finished his training. It is time for the leader to arrange the execution of the plan. Why does he disappear?"

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Just as the senior fraternity officers were discussing the location of their leader Sloane and whether or not to send Wesley to execute the plan to kill the Cross now, suddenly the man in charge of the gate reported that a box had been delivered with Sloane's signature on it.

The fraternity leaders flashed their eyes a few times, and the butcher approached and asked, "Has the box been checked?"

"It has been checked, and from the scan, it seems that there are no explosives in it." The reaper nodded. The same people who guard the gates at fraternity headquarters also have a duty to keep dangerous objects and people out of the building, so of course they checked.

"Bring it in," several senior officials said, glancing at each other and nodding in agreement.

The box was carried in, several senior cadres looked at each other, and the repairman's eyes flashed several times to take the lead and said: "Now the leader is not there, nor can we contact, otherwise, we will take a look at this box together, perhaps there will be something important."

The butcher glared at the repairman and stressed, "This is something for the chief!"

"Look here," said Fawkes. "There may be some clue in it. We need the Chief to arrange the plan to kill the cross."

Then several cadres expressed their opinions, and finally decided to open the box by vote.

Although the texture of the box is very hard, the lock is also very delicate, but all of you present are the elites of this line, and it is easy to open the box. They were astonished at what was inside: "How could that be? What is this? ! Leader!!"

"No good! All of you, who are the best in the business, were shocked, and one by one realized that it was not good, and began to leave the place, but by then it was too late.

"Boss, we're in our designated position," Gin warned with a monitor.

Anthony opened his eyes. "Let's go!"

At the remote control of Gin, an inaudible sound came out of the box that contained Sloane's body. All of a sudden, everyone in this sonic range felt blood and blood churning, headaches splitting, limbs weakening, eyes blurring, and hearts racing in a disorderly manner.

"Motherfucker!

"What is this? !"

'Damn! Damn it! '

　　...

All the killers in this range fall down and howl, the few who are not involved, and the ones who step into this sonic range and try to help them are also in the footsteps of these people.

"Mr. Carlos, is your son all right with you?" "Anthony asked, turning his head.

The Cross glanced fearfully at Antony and Gin and said coldly, "He will not be an obstacle to you."

At that moment, the infrasound weapon that had been placed in the box because Antony had overworked it finally lost its strength and was completely destroyed with a loud explosion.

"So... Act! ' Anthony heard the noise, of course, but he had expected it. It was a good deal to trade the dirty tech from a lab in the Comic-book world for the Brotherhood's thousand-year collection.