"Where are they?"
"downstairs."
"Exposed?"
"No."
Baker laughed: "Do you know why I want to settle here?"
Cross thought for a while and shook his head.
"It's very simple."
"Because if there is a riot at 820 Fifth Avenue, half of Wall Street will be shaken, and then the entire Commonwealth will be shaken."
Baker took a sip of the wine in his glass: "Besides, there is a signal jammer in my room. If the organization is not confident enough, it will not dare to break in like this."
Do you really think the assassin's motto is to be unscrupulous?
Of course.
Most assassins are unscrupulous, but the organization behind the assassins is not unscrupulous. At least they dare not attack Wall Street head-on.
Because to a certain extent, Wall Street can be regarded as the number one financial backer of these assassin organizations living in New York today.
so……
Unless Sloan doesn't want to mess around anymore, otherwise, he wouldn't dare let anyone attack No. 820 Fifth Avenue in broad daylight without concealment.
"Then when will I leave?" Cross asked after nodding.
"Now."
As Baker said this, he immediately left the hotel, walked to the sofa, and used a landline phone to directly call the housekeeping company that served apartment owners.
soon.
A business helicopter parked on the roof of the building began to operate.
Not to mention helicopters, even submarines, as long as the owner has money, this housekeeping company will find them as soon as possible and provide them for use.
Not long after.
The business helicopter took off, and the professional pilot carried the cross directly to the Jersey Airport in New Jersey.
Baker also returned home. After briefly tidying up, he directly entered the [Void Attack] state with a plastic bag.
Across the street from the building is a food truck that is a great addition.
There are two tramps dressed as tramps on the side of the garbage pipe in the building responsible for transporting garbage.
it is a pity.
Baker did not transport the garbage left by the cross directly through the garbage pipe. Instead, he threw it into a trash can in an alley after a block.
after.
Baker looked at the watch on his wrist, thought for a while, and then prepared to buy himself another watch.
Logically speaking, the chance of confirming this through a watch was very low, but just in case, Baker felt that he should listen to the advice given by the cross.
the next day.
afternoon.
When Baker came to the textile factory, he knew from the tinker that Silly Bai was going to perform the first mission in his assassin career tonight.
But the Tinker knew only so much.
The name of the assassination target is known only to Sloane, who is responsible for reading the Loom of Destiny, and the assassin who performed the mission.
But Silly Bai is an exception this time.
The fox who was responsible for leading him also knew it. The fox knew it. Naturally, Baker also knew it.
Rob Dean Darden.
An investor living in Brooklyn is completely different from a Wall Street investor like Baker.
Baker's investment amount was never less than five million, and Rob Dean Darden's largest investment was only two million.
In the restaurant of the textile factory, the tinkers were opening a bet, a bet every time a new assassin had a mission for the first time.
Baker listened to the amount of everyone's bets, took out his wallet, took out a Franklin card and said: "Count me in."
No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.
If you can make money, why not make money? If it weren't for the fact that there is no savings for these goods, Baker could make these people completely bankrupt with a single move.
really.
Silly Bai did not shoot, but asked a question in the pharmacist's soup pool that an assassin should not ask.
"What did he do to warrant death?"
"I don't know what bad things he did."
"I don't know how evil he is."
"I do not even know."
"We receive orders from the loom, destiny. We can only blindly believe that we are doing the right thing and kill people we don't even know. I don't know if I can do it."
Wesley looked at the standing fox and asked from his heart.
The fox's face was expressionless.
"You have failed."
"...hero."
Wesley poked his head out of the soup pool and looked at the black-haired Baker who came in from the outside. His eyes narrowed slightly and he called out Baker's code name.
Baker stood next to the fox and looked at Wesley who was bathing in the soup pool. He said to the fox in a calm tone: "Rotten wood can never become wood, and a piece of soft mud cannot be attached to the wall."
Said.
Baker looked at Wesley, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly: "By the way, I haven't thanked you yet."
Wesley was in a daze: "...thank me?"
Baker nodded: "Of course, Tinker and his friends just started betting on whether you dare to shoot or not. I won. One Franklin beat nine Franklins. Not bad. Keep up the good work."
Wesley's face turned cold: "Hero, what do you mean?"
Baker looked at Wesley, who had a trace of anger on his face, and turned a blind eye. The anger of a weak person is nothing more than incompetent rage. When an ordinary man is angry, blood will flow three steps away, but when a weak person is angry, it is nothing.
The fox glanced at Baker, then crossed his arms and told Wesley a story without expression.
A story about a little girl.
About twenty years ago, there was a ten-year-old girl. Her father was a federal judge, so the little girl also thought that she would become a judge when she grew up. After all, this is considered traditional.
The sons of politicians will also be politicians in the future, the sons of businessmen will also be businessmen in the future, and the sons of bankers will also be bankers in the future.
However, at Christmas time, the little girl's father was handling a fraud case. The defendants wanted to change to a soft-hearted judge who could be bribed, so they hired a man to visit the little girl's father.
The results can be imagined.
After the little girl joined the [Brotherhood], I realized that this person's name had been guided by fate, but the assassin at the time was too soft-hearted and did not take action.
The little girl is the fox.
"I don't know how far-reaching the impact of our decisions will be on the future. Maybe if you kill one person, you can save a thousand people."
"This is the law of the [Brotherhood]!"
“That’s what we believe and that’s why we do these things.”
"If you can't do it, maybe you should leave here. This is not your world."
Finished.
The fox turned and walked towards the door.
outside the door.
Baker looked at the fox thoughtfully and said, "So, are you lying to me, or are you lying to this idiot?"
Fox also told Baker about her life experience.
But compared with this story, they are two completely different versions.
But Baker believed the version he heard was true.
The fox smiled and said nothing.
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