"Hello!"
"Hero."
"cross……"
Baker's movement of closing the door with his backhand paused slightly. At this moment, on the roof of a bank, which was a full 750 yards away, a sniper rifle specially used to shoot tanks was aimed at the cross that entered the door. Baker's tone was cold. Said: "Are you at home?"
"Not here."
"..."
Cross opened his mouth and said directly: "You are already within my shooting range."
Baker laughed, closed the door directly, and looked through the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room with unobstructed views. Then his eyes seemed to be directed at the cross lying on the roof of a certain building: "How did you find my house."
If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have bought such a luxurious apartment.
……wrong.
If I had known better, I should have bought an island.
Although all the floor-to-ceiling windows in this apartment are made of bulletproof glass, no matter how bulletproof it is, it is impossible to prevent bullets made by hand from the cross.
"Your disguise is not very advanced."
Cross looked at Baker who was moving towards the bar counter in the living room through the sniper rifle and said in a deep voice: "What are you going to do?"
"drink wine."
While talking on the phone, Baker took out the bourbon that had just been opened yesterday from the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass, and then said, "Do you want to come over for a drink?"
Cross laughed: "I don't dare to expose myself to your sight."
There are many people working in the assassin profession, some of whom are retired from elite units of various countries, and some who have been trained by various organizations since childhood.
but……
Let’s not talk about the dark side of the world, just talk about the assassin circle in New York. Don’t stand in the sight of the [hero] and shoot with him. This matter is already considered something that a new assassin must know before entering the industry.
Even if you put a gun to Baker's head, who has not yet drawn the gun, you will not have any chance to pull the trigger.
The corners of Baker's mouth curved slightly: "So, you plan to kill me?"
"No."
Cross said directly: "I just have a new view of the organization. The organization has been ruined. Sloan has destroyed the code."
Baker opened the floor-to-ceiling window and walked to the balcony, glancing at the unobstructed two-thirds of Central Park: "Why are you telling me this? You don't want me to leave the organization like you."
"Yes."
"Then you should know what the price of leaving the organization will be. The assassin industry is not like other industries. You can't just change jobs if you can."
There are only two ways to break away from the Assassin organization.
Either you die.
Or the organization will be destroyed.
If you die, naturally, you will wash your hands in a golden basin.
If the organization is destroyed, naturally, you will be considered retired even if the company is gone.
There was no fluctuation in Cross' tone: "Who did Sloan send to hunt me?"
"David." Baker directly sold David, who has always been a stinker: "So David is your Mr. X, and I am not."
"Will you help him?"
"for what?"
"..."
Cross, who was seven hundred and fifty yards away, looked through the sniper scope at Baker, who was sitting on a chair on the balcony, relaxed and flawless. After a moment of silence, he turned on the safety of the sniper rifle: "I have no intention of being an enemy of you, Hero. .”
"me too."
"goodbye."
"I won't send it."
Baker threw the phone with a black screen on the glass round table in front of him, his eyes flickering slightly.
My disguise is not very smart?
Ah.
It wasn't just a disguise for you wall hangings to see.
One sentence.
These disguises of his are for the ordinary world outside to see. After all, although he is in the dark world, he lives in the ordinary world.
Baker shook his head, drank the bourbon in his glass, then stood up, grabbed his cell phone and walked into the house.
"Beep!"
"Buzz!"
The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window, which was as wide as sixty square meters, fell instantly. As the light-proof curtains fell, the lights in the nearly two hundred square meters living room instantly turned on.
no doubt.
This is a mansion with a total area of more than 600 square meters on the upper, middle and lower floors. Baker spent nearly 50 million when he bought it last year.
The skylight in the kitchen allows the room to be bathed in sunlight, the dining room can accommodate 10 guests for dining at the same time, the large mirror is equipped with red wine storage cabinets on both sides, and the nearly 12-square-meter private terrace allows you to enjoy the beautiful view of Central Park next door to the building...
Frankly speaking, if Baker worked conscientiously, he would never be willing to spend so much money to buy such a luxurious apartment.
but……
Since joining the assassin industry, Baker finally understood why more and more young people are getting involved in this industry.
Nothing else.
Money comes so fast, and I am used to being able to get hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars by just pulling the trigger. I am afraid that only a fool would choose to sit in an office.
This is also the reason why Baker plunged into the New York assassin world on the first day he came to New York even though he had already saved enough for college tuition in Chicago.
From frugality to luxury.
It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
…
Thinking about Cross's warning just now, Baker chuckled. From the moment he knew that Cross had defected, he never thought about what he was going to do.
As for the truth about the organization that Carlos said he had discovered, he was even more uninterested.
Isn't it just that the names of organization members appeared on the loom of fate?
As for defecting?
But it was right to think about it. Baker felt that if he had been brainwashed and indoctrinated since he was a child that they were doing things for heaven and doing things for God, and suddenly one day discovered that the loom of fate could be controlled by humans, then , no one would be able to accept it for a while.
fine……
Baker is an atheist.
Of course.
This is the Marvel Universe, and there are gods, but Baker feels that his soul is in another world after all, so the gods here are not worthy of his respect, and similarly, the gods here cannot control him.
Of course.
Baker is an assassin, but a principled assassin. Baker has set himself three assassin rules.
First, do not kill innocent people.
Baker was also an ordinary person in his previous life. Although the world was a playground for him, if the playground was empty, no one would have any interest in continuing to play.
Second, don’t kill people from the Law Enforcement Bureau.
Although SHIELD and the military are dominant in Marvel, this is a real world. If you mess with law enforcement agencies, you won't die, but you will be in trouble.
Third, don’t kill those you don’t want to kill.
If assassins were divided into three, five, and nine levels, then Baker would undoubtedly have broken away from the lowest level.
The current relationship between him and the [Brotherhood] is very delicate. Baker entered with martial arts, so the relationship between him and the [Brotherhood] is that of a superior and a subordinate, rather than that of a partner.
Just like today's Wall Street law firms, capable lawyers will become shareholders of the law firm, and they will not earn a basic salary but a commission.
The same is true for Baker now.
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