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 mutual aid association’s safe house in Los Angeles! The level of secrecy is very high, and unless they are core members like Reggae and Cross, it is impossible for ordinary people to know about it.
Bang bang!
"I went in when no one said anything!"
Without waiting for the people inside to reply, there was a bang and the door to the secret room was kicked open.
Crosses and reggae are so stupid, but this door is made of a three-centimetre-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.
Cross and Reggae saw the face of the visitor clearly, and their first reaction was that this guy was so handsome. The second reaction is...who the hell is this?
They were sure that they never knew this kid.
But the guy who came in seemed to be very familiar with reggae.
"Ah, I didn't expect you to have an accomplice." The person said to Reggae.
Cross looked at Reggae and gestured with his eyes, 'Your friend? '.
Reggae shook his head. 'do not know'.
"Um...is this?" The person who came was naturally our Hannibal. He finally noticed the body on the ground now. "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 well-dressed beast and a cultural hooligan. .
"My lord, Hannibal. I'm sorry for interrupting you."
"Hannibal?" Cross and Reggae looked at each other, they were killers, they rarely paid attention to anything else except their own work. So I'm not sure what this Hannibal does. They had seen Hopkins' The Silence of the Lambs, but...how should I put it, it was too surreal, and they wouldn't think of it.
"what you up to?"
Hannibal responded with impeccable etiquette: "Kill you!"
Now even the cross was pointed at Hannibal.
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"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 was also a little embarrassed. He did it completely subconsciously. After all, he had just rebelled and hadn't had time to change his mentality. But the cross had no interest in explaining it 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 person in front of me felt very, very bad about the cross. The evil aura exuding from him has caused the cross to classify him as a heinous person. He thought about whether he should do justice for heaven.
But Reggae was even more surprised as to why this guy wanted to deal with him.
He swore that he had never seen this person before. It is even more impossible to have any intersection with him.
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"Hmm...that's a good question...as a killer, you can actually say something like this, how should I answer it?" Hannibal said with a bit of embarrassment, holding his chin. "In your line of work, shouldn't you be aware of this a long time ago?"
As he said that, Hannibal pulled out a black dagger from nowhere. The dagger was extremely black, without any reflection, and 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 bear it. But at this moment, the whole arm was chopped off, which would 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, reggae is like a fire hydrant, but what comes out is blood.
In just two seconds, Reggae covered his shoulders and knelt down. His face was unusually 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 was addressing an unreasonable naughty child.
"Why..." Reggae felt that his vision was a little blurry. He still hasn't discovered how the other party cut off one of his arms. This is really shocking for 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 wouldn't die that easily. I still have something to say to 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!"
Hannibal's injury suddenly caused clouds of dark, sticky black smoke to appear. 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, and his instinct kept urging him to run away! Otherwise, they will face a future more terrifying than death!
He knew that using physical energy to explode would only make him die faster, but Reggae, who followed his instinct, no longer cared about this. He burst into physical energy 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, making Reggae and Cross feel quite uncomfortable, as if they were talking to the God of Death.
The last thing Reggae heard as he was dragged into the darkness was a burst of wild 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 name killer begins to receive counter-copy 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 the kind of macho man who can roll on a nail board bed without changing his expression. If it is a general torture technique, it 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.
"You don't seem scared at all?" Hannibal looked at the cross with interest. He was the first person to remain calm after seeing the hounds of Tindalos.
Cross lowered his gun in a friendly gesture. "The fact that you didn't attack me immediately means that I am not your target. In that case, why should I be afraid. And...if you really want to kill me, it seems that being afraid is of no use."
Hannibal smiled.
"I like you. In fact, I like all smart people because communication is so smooth and cost-effective."
"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?"
"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!"
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The cross then begins to give Kecop what a fraternity is and why he betrayed him.
"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 person before in his previous life. Not some extremely evil people, but a bunch of old women who have been brainwashed by a cult. That year, their police department became a national joke. Once, they arrested a cult leader who was preaching in the countryside, 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 to stop, it would have been easy for a group incident to occur.
But even so, many of these people are still stubborn. I have believed in this cult for many years. It's a headache.
In Kay's view, the cross basically belongs to this hanging. Those who have been brainwashed can no longer distinguish between right and wrong.
He doesn't like those who are too fanatical believers, especially those who don't take their own lives. Because usually this kind of people don’t take other people’s lives seriously!
"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 functioning 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 minds!
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 astonished.
Of course, Kai still expressed doubts, after all, it was an old almanac for many years. Besides, Hitler did not experience too many assassinations in his life. That mutual aid group insists on saying that they have done it, but who can prove that they haven’t?
"What about Kennedy?" This question is just out of curiosity. After all, this unsolved case was already famous in the previous life. He originally said that he would decrypt it before Kai traveled through time, but it turned out that Wang Qing, the man who had been stabbed a thousand times, actually extended the confidentiality period. It was really...
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!"
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. Our mission is to destroy them! What did those guys I saw do who were not killed? "
Kai smiled and said with suspicion: "According to you, you kill all the people who deserve to be killed before they harm the world? How do you judge that person will harm the world? Just rely on that loom? Isn't that too hasty? It's terrible that the safety of the world depends on a loom! Have you considered other people's feelings?"
Perhaps Kai's words really offended the bottom line of the cross.
He actually yelled at Kai with a ferocious expression: "Shut up!"
Kai was stunned by this scene. Oh, you've become more courageous.
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 pulled out both guns. He looked like he was going to fight for his life.
Kai looked at the cross jokingly and said maliciously: "Is there my name on the loom? After all, do you think I am a good person who follows the rules?"
Indeed, no matter how you look at it, Kai's current appearance basically matches the image of a psycho, a murderer, and a devil. Coupled with the hellhound, it makes people feel even more ominous. If the loom is really that magical, then Hannibal or Kai's name should be on the list.
But from what he had 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.
But Kai definitely doesn't believe this.
After all, no matter how unreliable God is, he will not possess the loom.
He believed there must be a reasonable explanation.
Then, without waiting for the cross to explain, Kai Ke said: "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 would the intelligence come from and where would the weapons and equipment come from? How to solve daily training? How to get various safe houses?
These cannot be done with words.
This all requires money!
Regardless of what is going on now, according to Cross, Sloan has really started a murder business, so he naturally has a source of funds, but what about before? What about 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. The cross was still saying just now that there were two to three hundred people in their organization, and most of them were killers. Even if these people don't need a salary, can they eat, drink, have sex, and receive weapons training? That doesn't mean they don't need a huge amount of money?
Weaving mills... At a time when the U.S. manufacturing industry is completely moving overseas, labor-intensive industries like weaving mills 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 who are stupid enough to believe in a loom, right?
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