Chapter 14: The Plunder of Knowledge

"There you are, boss," said Gin to Anthony, who walked in at a brisk pace.

Seeing Gin alone, Anthony asked, "Where is Mr. Carlos?"

"When I was outside, I heard his son's message, so I went down to look for him." Gin explained.

"No wonder," Antony nodded, then continued, "In that case, leave him alone and let's go and see what's our prize."

"Yes, boss," he said. Gin responded with a nod.

Just as the two men were about to turn around and begin their search for the League of Assassins' stash, Gin's eyes suddenly closed, he drew his gun, turned and began to shoot. At that moment, the other man said, "Mr. Gin, Mr. Anthony, it's me."

Although the voice is slouchy and sounds vague, Anthony and Gin recognize it as the cross. Gin let his guard down a bit and did not fire, but kept his gun pointed in the direction of the sound.

"Are you Carlos? What are you... ?" Looking at the figure, already visible in sight, Anthony gave a look of disbelief. In fact, not to mention Anthony, even the face of Gin, who had not changed his color in front of him, was surprised, because Carlos was in such a terrible state.

I saw this Carlos in front of Anthony and others, a black eye, and the mouth seemed to have traces of blood. Were it not for the fact that the general outline of his face had not changed, Antony would hardly have recognized him. For far from being a cold super-killer, he now looked more like a street punk who had gotten into a fight, and lost one at that.

The cross seemed to know his own virtue, so he quickly explained: "Nothing, just went down to teach my family a lesson."

Anthony and Gin looked him up and down with expressionless faces, and the meaning of the look was obvious. Are you sure you went down there to teach your son a lesson and not to be taught a lesson? Your look doesn't seem convincing at all.

The cross seems to know this and shouts to the side, "Get your ass over here, boy!"

Hearing the roar of the cross, a reluctant figure came out of the corner. It was Wesley, the son of the Cross. Looking at Wesley, Anthony and Gin in sight, they nodded, and now they were convincing. The boy was worse than the cross. It seemed that you had just taught your son a lesson. Is he really your own son, though he has done it so badly?

What Anthony and Gin didn't know was that the Cross didn't intend to kill him, but to teach him a lesson. After all, a tiger doesn't eat its own son, and he loved his son so much.

What they didn't realize was that the son had already believed Sloane's words so strongly that he was convinced that the Cross was the one who killed his father, no matter what the cross explained. So he didn't have any sense of propriety, and in the middle of the fight, he actually gave the cross a pussy leg.

Men forever pain ah! Even the good temper of the cross could not bear to face such an attack. So the direct round of motherfucker on the fist. By the end of the fight between the old and the new elite killers it was straight down to a fight between the thugs, with the experienced crucifix getting the better of it, and so it went.

"It is not clear whether you are my father or not, so don't shout!" "Snapped the pig-headed Wesley.

The cross was choked by Wesley in front of Anthony and gin and his face was a little blue, and at the same time, he thought of the blow he had received, and lifted his vagina leg indignantly: "If you weren't my son, I would strangle you!"

"Wait for the paternity test!" "Wesley didn't say.

The two stare at each other like cockfights, and after a while, the Cross realizes that outsiders are present, which is too humiliating. He glered at Wesley, ignored him, and turned to Anthony, "I was going to come up here and help you after I took care of this son of a bitch, but you guys have managed to take care of a brotherhood that's been around for a thousand years. What a surprise."

"It's not that they fell on my hands, it's that they were on the black list, wasn't it?" If Anthony meant anything, it was nonsense. He never believed in fate or anything like that. He always believed in a word, my fate is not my fate! Fate is such a thing, if you really believe, then you will lose.

But the cross really eat this set, only to see him really if there is something to nod: "Yes, the power of fate can not stop."

Looking at the stick of the cross, Anthony's mouth twitched and turned away from the subject: "By the way, Mr. Carlos, do you know where the knowledge we want is hidden here?"

"Come with me." There was a pause, and the cross led Anthony and the others inside.

Turning left and right, they soon came to a private room, in the middle of which stood an antique loom in excellent condition.

"This must be the loom of fate," asked Antony.

The cross nodded solemnly. "Yes, and it is our faith."

Gazing at the loom, the cross came to a corner of the room, and in a secret place in the corner, a hidden darkroom was opened.

Leading the way, the Cross pointed to an unconnected computer in the chamber and said, "The data in this room is the knowledge you need that has been passed down through the Brotherhood for over a thousand years."

Anthony looked at the computer and then at the cross to make sure he wasn't lying. Then he smiled. "I thought a secret organization like yours would keep records on paper. I didn't realize you were so up to date."

"Well, hurry up and write it down. When you're done, I'm going to move everything out of here because it's not safe anymore." The cross took one look at Anthony and Gin, then turned away.

Anthony watched the cross leave, then nodded to the gin nearby: "Gin."

"Yes," nodded Gin, and turned to follow the cross out the door.

There is no way, the heart of the guard must be necessary, or let the gin outside to watch some of the safer.

Turn on the computer, plug the USB flash drive into the computer, and Anthony begins to copy and transfer the files as he browses them.

It was a mysterious organization that had been passed down for more than a thousand years, and their collection of knowledge was richer than Anthony could have imagined. Although many of them have been obsolete due to the development of The Times, there are still a lot of things that even Anthony, who came from the dark technology full of Marvel world, felt amazing.

Some very special fighting techniques, ingenious machinery, special equipment building, and some rare potion formulations for diseases that can't be solved by current technology.

Just then, a special potion formula caught Antony's eye, and after carefully observing the detailed introduction of this potion formula, Antony's face was ecstatic.

The therapeutic scope of the formula matched that of his comatose mother, and it seemed that home could be complete again! Anthony's face lit up with joy at the thought.