Baker looked at the startled Barbara and raised his eyebrows.
What happened?
Barbara hung up the phone and looked at Baker: "Just now, the large rattlesnake that had appeared in the surveillance was found in the waters near Madrid. According to the bureau's analysis, the target of this snake may be Abu Stego’s sanatorium in Madrid.”
Beck blinked.
nursing home?
Are you kidding me? He hasn't gotten the No. 3 golden apple yet. Why are you going to the sanatorium?
"correct."
Barbara, who had already reached the door, suddenly thought of something, turned around and said to Baker: "If this snake is really as you said, it is the Monroe who has been injected with the rattlesnake gene drug, then, his The target is definitely nursing homes.”
Baker looked back.
Barbara briefly explained the reason: "We recovered some data from the computer database at the Jersey base. It seems that Monroe was seriously injured after the explosion at the Bear Mountain base. Then, someone did not agree to spend a large amount of money. I went to save a piece of trash who couldn’t even stop an assassin, so I ordered the Jersey Base to scrap this Monroe.”
Finished.
Barbara hurriedly left. If this rattlesnake was really Monroe, then she needed to rush to Madrid as soon as possible to meet with the SHIELD agents there.
Not for Abstergo, but for the world.
A big snake as tall as Ultraman suddenly appears in the world, which will cause commotion in the entire world.
Baker was still thinking about what he had just heard after Barbara left.
Can't beat the assassin.
waste.
destroy.
Jesus Christ, now there is no need for Baker to continue to throw dirt on the Templars. The Templars' cunning operation has already established the fact that they are a villain organization.
One sentence.
If the Templars were a serious organization, and their employees sweated, worked hard and bleed for the organization, and as a result, if others are useless, you just say they are scrapped. Is there any humanistic care left?
No one you tell this to will side with the Templars, and no one will believe that your organization is a serious organization.
but……
Baker touched his chin. Frankly speaking, after hearing Barbara's story, Baker felt a little sympathetic to Monroe.
He worked hard for the company, but in the end he was told to be scrapped by the organization. Therefore, Baker supported Monroe's revenge from the bottom of his heart.
but……
My golden apple No. 3 has not come out yet. If there is any trouble on Monroe's side, if the descendant is accidentally shot to death, what will happen to his golden apple? Can it still be recovered from Schrödinger's state? Ran out?
"what to do?"
"To help?"
"Stop being funny, I just said that Abstergo and I would never give up, and yet I went to help after saying that. Who are you slapping in the face?"
"And what if this goes by and golden apple No. 3 is born on the way?"
"But what if you don't go?"
Baker sipped the bourbon in his mouth and thought with a headache. It seemed that every time golden apples were involved, there would always be a bunch of unexpected situations.
at this time.
Baker raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of Selivia Cathedral.
ten minutes later.
Baker disappeared as quickly as possible and rushed to the church. As soon as he could see, the several small mechanisms he had set up were in a state where no one could touch them.
"Could it be that……"
Baker raised his eyebrows, thought of some possibility, and quickly reopened the coffin placed on the wall.
Enter the eyes.
A small round iron box in the shape of an apple appeared where the hands of Christopher Columbus, who had turned into a skeleton, were crossed.
only……
It's still illusory.
There is only one explanation at the moment. Thank God, the genetic descendants of Christopher Columbus can dream of the golden apple again.
"That is to say..."
"All that's left is waiting."
Baker said something in his mind, thought for a while, walked to the entrance of the tomb, then took out items one by one from his inventory and started tinkering with them.
If Baker remembers correctly, almost all the bishops in churches that have existed since the Middle Ages on the European continent are Templars.
After all, the Templars relied on the Holy See to whitewash themselves in the Middle Ages.
Although now, the Vatican is just the Vatican, and the current Vatican Pope will not recognize the Templars, it is undeniable that the Templars still have a certain influence in the Vatican.
so……
Once Madrid learns about the whereabouts of Golden Apple No. 3, if nothing else happens, the bishop of this church will come here as soon as possible.
For some reason, Baker, who was tinkering with plastic bombs on the secret door, was praying that the giant rattlesnake transformed by Monroe would land in the sanatorium as soon as possible.
Madrid!
Four p.m.
Residents on both sides of the river leading to Abstergo Sanatorium were horrified to discover that there was a huge and fast-moving shadow deep in the river.
Shadows are fast.
Almost no resident could see this shadow and take out a cell phone to take a photo.
Abstergo Mental Sanitarium.
The descendants of Christopher Columbus are singing right now.
"Soon."
"We've almost found it. There's a golden apple that can make all your fantasies come true."
"It's finally almost here."
Alan Rikkin had a fiery face, completely ignoring the security captain next to him who was hurriedly urging him to leave.
Abstergo's satellites were monitoring this area at all times, and they also detected the huge black shadow that was rapidly approaching them.
It was the Monroe who they thought had been scrapped who transformed under their noses and destroyed their Jersey base without fear of any sword or gun.
Right now!
There was a thunderous roar like a dragon's roar, and the next second, a huge rattlesnake emerged from the room, waving its thick tail and slamming into the sanatorium that was built like a bunker.
but……
At the moment when the huge tail was about to land on the sanatorium, a transparent shield was activated instantly. With a bang, there were a few cracks in the shield, but it still blocked the blow.
"Hiss!"
The rattlesnake's huge head stood upright, spitting out its extremely red temper, and a pair of snake eyes as big as pigeon eggs were filled with angry flames.
"Energy defense, 60% remaining."
The security captain hurriedly shouted to Alan Rikin, who was watching intently as he chanted and projected memory fragments: "Sir."
Alan Rikkin raised his hand and ordered without looking back: "Protect [Animus] and destroy the entire device's database."
The security captain said: "I want to take you out of here first."
Alan Rikkin looked at the security captain.
at this time.
The person in the monitoring room said: "Sir, we have deciphered that the Golden Apple was given to Christopher Columbus by Callum Lynch, and was then taken back to Spain by him. His tomb is in Seville. Underneath the church.”
Alan Rikkin walked outside without looking back.
"Clean the entire facility!"
"yes!"
"..."
