Seeing that the two were on the verge of a fight, there was a knock on the door to the secret room.
Bang bang!
"Hello! Is anyone here?"
Cross and Reggae were stunned. This is the safe house of the mutual aid association in Los Angeles! The level of confidentiality is very high. Unless they are core members like Reggae and Cross, it is impossible for ordinary people to know.
Bang bang!
"No one said anything, so I went in!"
Without waiting for the people inside to reply, there was a bang and the door to the secret room was kicked open.
The Cross and Reggae are so stupid, but this door is made of a three centimeter thick steel plate!
As the door was kicked open, a man in a luxurious suit walked in, as unscrupulously as if he were entering his own home, without any sense of illegal intrusion.
When Cross and Reggae saw the face of the visitor clearly, their first reaction was that this guy is so handsome. Their second reaction was...who the hell is this?
They were sure that they never knew this kid.
But the person who came in seemed to be very familiar with reggae.
"Ah, I didn't expect you to have an accomplice." The visitor said to Reggae.
Cross looked at Reggae and indicated with his eyes, ‘Your friend?’.
Reggae shook his head. ‘I don’t know’.
"Um...is this?" The person who came was naturally our Hannibal. He finally noticed the corpse on the ground. "Are you fighting among yourself?"
Reggae raised his hand and pointed his gun at Hannibal: "Who are you?"
Hannibal seemed surprised.
"Oh? I didn't introduce myself?"
Then Hannibal bowed very elegantly, his action was more aristocratic than a nobleman. In short, Kai was committed to making Hannibal a strong character, very dramatic, with the feeling of a beast in clothes and a cultural hooligan.
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"My lord, Hannibal. I'm very sorry for interrupting you."
"Hannibal?" Cross and Reggae looked at each other. They are killers. Apart from their own work, they rarely pay attention to other things. So they are not sure what this Hannibal does. They have seen Hopkins.
The Silence of the Lambs, it's just...how should I put it, it's so surreal that they won't think of it.
"what you up to?"
Hannibal responded with impeccable etiquette: "Kill you!"
Now even the cross was pointed at Hannibal.
"Huh?" Kai seemed surprised that the cross was pointing a gun at him: "Didn't the two of you want to fight among yourself just now? Now...have you reconciled?"
Cross is also a little embarrassed. He did it completely subconsciously. After all, he just rebelled and hasn't had time to change his mentality. But Cross is not interested in explaining to Hannibal. "You are in danger!"
This was the truth. Cross felt endless malice from Hannibal, as if the two of them had become prey and were being targeted by a hunter with a bad and cruel personality. He felt the blood in his body run cold.
"Ah, if you talk like that, you'll get beaten easily, Mr. Cross."
"Did you hear the conversation we just had?!!!" Cross immediately analyzed from Kai's words that the guy in front of him heard their conversation just now. After all, he called out his code name in one breath.
"Although it's a bit rude, I can guarantee that I didn't mean it!" Hannibal raised his hand and swore: "My target is this Mr. Reggae. I just didn't expect to meet an uninvited guest."
Various thoughts flashed rapidly in Cross's mind. The man in front of him gave Cross a very, very bad feeling. The evil aura exuding from him had caused Cross to classify him as a heinous person. He thought about whether he should do justice to God.
Already.
But Reggae is even more curious as to why this guy wants to deal with him.
He swore that he had never seen this person before, let alone had any chance of interacting with him.
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"Well... this question... As a killer, you ask such a question, how do you ask me to answer it?" Hannibal held his chin and said a little embarrassed. "In your line of work, shouldn't you be aware of it early?
?"
As he said that, Hannibal pulled out a black dagger from nowhere. The dagger was extremely black and had no reflection at all. Even the light would be sucked in after passing through the blade.
"So...are you ready to hit the road?"
Without any hesitation, the tall and strong Reggae's heartbeat instantly accelerated, his physical energy burst into action, his strong body rushed towards Hannibal, and he wanted to pull the trigger without hesitation. At this time, he felt pain in his arm and blurred vision.
.One of his arms was separated from his body.
His heart was beating at a high speed, so his body was now like a high-pressure water pump, and his blood pressure was astonishingly high. Most people like him would have suffered from cerebral congestion for a long time, but due to the training of the mutual aid association, every one of them, the famous killers,
The body is different from ordinary people, so the blood vessels can withstand it. But now, if the entire arm is cut off, it will be fatal.
The blood spurted out as if it was free of charge.
Have you ever seen what happens after a fire hydrant is opened?
At this moment, reggaeton is like a fire hydrant, but what comes out is blood.
In just two seconds, Reggae knelt down, covering his shoulders. His face was extremely pale.
No matter how fierce a man is, he cannot withstand such blood loss.
"Who are you..." Reggae now wanted to know why he was killed.
"Not polite! Didn't you introduce yourself just now?" Hannibal said perfunctorily, as if he were addressing an unreasonable naughty child.
"Why..." Reggae felt that his vision was a little blurry. He still hadn't discovered how the other party cut off one of his arms. This was really shocking to a proud killer of a mutual aid association.
.More importantly, he still doesn’t know why the other party came to trouble him.
"Originally, you weren't going to die that easily. I still have something to ask you. But..." Hannibal said as he looked at the cross on the side. "Now it seems that you are no longer needed."
After saying that, Hannibal raised a hand and placed it in front of Reggae.
"Aton for your sins, sinner!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hannibal's injury suddenly erupted into clouds of dark, sticky black smoke. The smoke kept squirming and converging, and finally turned into two huge monsters!
"No!!!!" Reggae didn't know what it was, but he instinctively felt fear. His instinct kept urging him to run away quickly! Otherwise, he would face a future more terrifying than death!
Knowing that using physical energy burst again would only make him die faster, Reggae, who followed his instincts, no longer cared about this. He entered the physical energy burst again, and his tall body rushed out of the door at a speed that was completely inconsistent with common sense!
"Want to leave? It's too late." The voice continued to ring in the room, which made Reggae and Cross feel quite uncomfortable, as if they were talking to the God of Death.
The last thing Reggae heard after being dragged into the darkness was a burst of violent and joyful barking.
After that, all that was left was endless pain and wailing.
Cross looked at his former apprentice in horror, being dragged into the shadows, and then let out a chilling wail.
Every titular killer begins receiving anti-torture training at the beginning of his training.
The so-called anti-torture training means continuous beatings and torture.
Anyway, Cross himself was tied to a chair by his instructor and tortured for three months.
As long as the killers pass the test, every one of them is a tough man who can roll on a nail board bed without changing his face. Ordinary torture techniques will have no effect on them.
But now Reggae let out a wail that would make even a cross feel scared. One can imagine how horrific the pain he experienced was.
Kay paid no attention to the amusements of the two hounds.
After all, they have been suppressed for a long time, and they must be allowed to vent.
"It seems that you are not afraid at all?" Hannibal looked at the cross with interest. He was the first person who could remain calm after seeing the hound of Tindalos.
Cross put down the gun in his hand and made a friendly gesture. "You didn't attack me immediately, which means that I am not your target. In this case, why should I be afraid. And... if you really want to kill me,
It seems like there’s no point in being afraid.”
Hannibal smiled.
"I like you. In fact, I like all smart people, because communication will be very smooth and there is no extra cost."
"Me too. Because smart people rarely do unnecessary things, such as killing me."
"Very good, it seems we have reached a consensus." Hannibal found a chair and sat down. Then he saw the body of the tailor shop owner. He motioned to the cross and said, "Do you mind if I take care of it?"
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"This? Of course not."
"That's good." After saying that, Hannibal snapped his fingers. The shadow under his feet seemed to be alive, and it suddenly swallowed up the body of the tailor boss.
"Okay, let's do something serious." After doing all this, Hannibal said to the cross.
"What do you want to know?"
"everything!"
…
Then the cross began to tell Kecop what the Mutual Aid Society was and why he betrayed it.
"I believe that the Loom of Destiny can ensure that the trajectory of the world will not deviate from the track, and I still believe it! So the League of Assassins should disappear from this world! Sloane's name should disappear when it appears on the Loom of Destiny!"
When he said this, the body of the cross exuded the light of a religious martyr.
Kai had seen this kind of people in his previous life. They were not extremely vicious people, but a bunch of old women who had been brainwashed by a cult. That year, their police station became a national joke. Once, they arrested a man who was preaching in the countryside.
The leader of the cult, and then a group of old women who had been brainwashed by the cult blocked the door of the police station and said a lot of ridiculous things. In the end, if the Political Affairs Office had not used its sharp tongue to persuade them,
It's really easy for group incidents to happen.
But even so, many of these people are still obsessed with it. They have believed in this cult for many years. It is very troublesome.
In Kai's view, the cross basically belongs to this category. Those who have been brainwashed can no longer distinguish right from wrong.
He doesn't like those overly fanatical believers, especially those who don't take their own lives seriously. Because usually such people don't take other people's lives seriously either!
"Confirm for the last time that the loom you are talking about is not a code name or anything like that, but is really a loom, right?"
Cross Cross glanced at Kai with some dissatisfaction. If he couldn't beat him, Cross Cross would definitely teach this guy in front of him what politeness is!
"The Loom of Destiny is a sacred object of the League of Assassins. It will guide the assassins to eliminate the bad guys who will cause chaos in the world in the future! It has existed for two hundred years. Every week it will type a name, and the owner of that name will
Being eliminated will maintain the normal operation of this world!"
Kai shook his head in disbelief. In this age, there are still people who believe in this kind of thing and let a loom decide a person's life or death! There must be something wrong with these people's brains!
Kai thought for a while: "Have you ever assassinated Hitler?"
Cross nodded: "According to the organization's files, we did do that. Unfortunately, it failed. It also caused the organization to be retaliated by the Japanese, and its strength was greatly damaged. In the end, it had to come to the United States to settle down."
Did he really assassinate Hitler?
Kai was extremely surprised.
Of course, Kai still expressed doubts. After all, it was already a long time ago. Besides, Hitler had not experienced too many assassinations in his life. That mutual aid group insisted on saying that he had done it, and who could prove that he had not?
"What about JFK?" Kai was just curious about this question. After all, this unsolved case was already famous in his previous life. He originally said that he would decrypt it before he traveled through time, but the one who suffered a thousand cuts actually extended the confidentiality period. Really
The is...
Cross said in confusion: "What does this have to do with the Assassin's League? We only do what is arranged by the Loom of Destiny! Kill those who may harm the world!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Kennedy almost came to blows with the Soviet Union and triggered a world war. Doesn't this count as endangering the world?
Seeing that Kai still didn't believe it, Cross said seriously: "The people woven by the loom of fate will definitely harm the world, and our mission is to destroy them! What did I once see those guys who were not killed do?
"
Kai smiled and said with doubt: "According to you, you kill all the people who deserve to be killed before they endanger the world? How do you judge that person will endanger the world? Just rely on that loom? Yes
Isn’t that too hasty? It’s terrible that the safety of the world depends on a loom! Have you ever considered other people’s feelings?”
Perhaps Kai's words really offended the bottom line of the cross.
He actually shouted to Kai with a ferocious expression: "Shut up!"
Kai was stunned by this scene. Oh, he has become bolder.
Then clouds of dark smoke emerged from Kai's body, and countless scarlet eyes opened in the smoke, each staring at the cross with malice.
But Cross stood up very confidently and drew out his two guns. He looked like he was going to fight for his life.
Kai looked at the cross jokingly and asked maliciously: "Does that loom have my name on it? After all, do you think I am a good person who follows the rules?"
Indeed, no matter which way you look at it, Kai's current appearance basically matches the image of a psychopath, a murderer, and a devil. Adding the hell hound to the mix makes people feel even worse. If the loom is really that magical, then
Hannibal or Kai's name should be on the list.
But from what he overheard before, it was obvious that Kai's name was not on the list. Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the loom is real.
Ke Kai definitely doesn't believe this statement.
After all, no matter how unreliable God is, he will not possess the loom.
He believed that there must be a reasonable explanation.
Then, without waiting for Cross to explain, Kai asked again: "So, according to your statement, you joined an assassin organization and followed the instructions of a loom to kill people for public welfare. Where did the money for your meals come from?"
This is the biggest flaw in this matter.
Being a killer is not a free business. In fact, any powerful killer needs a team behind him.
Otherwise, where will the intelligence come from, and where will the weapons and equipment come from? How to solve daily training? How to set up various safe houses?
These cannot be done with words.
This all requires money!
Regardless of what is going on now, according to Cross, Sloan really started the murder business, so he naturally had a source of funds, but what about before? Before Sloan rebelled?
Where does the money come from?
Cross was stunned for a moment and said: "We have a weaving factory, a slaughterhouse, and we also have donations from believers."
Kai was speechless. Just now, the cross was still saying that there were two to three hundred people in their organization, and most of them were killers. Even if these people didn't need wages, how about eating, drinking, sleeping, and training with weapons, so that didn't require a huge amount of money?
Weaving factories... At a time when the U.S. manufacturing industry is completely moving overseas, labor-intensive industries like weaving factories have no advantages at all in the United States. As for slaughterhouses... forget it, this thing can make money, but look at these people.
His equipment and clothes are beyond what a slaughterhouse can afford.
As for believers, forget it. Although the United States is indeed a country where cults are prevalent, there shouldn't be many people stupid enough to believe in a loom, right?
