Chapter 13

The next week, with the help of apple, Wesley's progress improved by leaps and bounds. First, fat beat the repairman. This time, he beat him too hard. He endured for five weeks, and the fat man received more than 20 knives. Of course, Wesley didn't die, otherwise his life would be in danger at any time.

Sloan was pleasantly surprised when he fired several shots in a row. However, at this time, he calmed down again. He needed Wesley to learn to kill, otherwise he would have no advantage against the cross.

"This is all the action records of the assassin brotherhood. There is a lot of experience in it. You need to learn at ease, otherwise you are not the opponent of the 'cross'. There are also his action records here, and there is no failure." Sloan took Wesley to the archives, a huge circular room, with tall bookshelves around the wall.

Wesley nodded. It was also something he needed to learn, and he had an apple. Just look at it once. He shouted directly, "help me, I need someone to do it."

"No problem, anyway, I have nothing to do." pesticide smiled at himself, but Wesley wouldn't believe him too much. It's not easy to judge whether pesticide is his father's informant or Sloan arranged it.

In the film, Wesley later saw the design drawing in his father's secret room, and the location where the pesticide was hit was near Wesley's house. The killers have been following Wesley and don't trust him or want to use him as bait. It's possible, so Wesley doesn't believe anyone.

He only looked at all the assassination records once and replaced them. He didn't know what Wesley was looking at. "How did you look so fast?"

"What I see is their thinking. There are only a few weapons and techniques used in each operation. The key is thinking. How to find opportunities under the protection of heavy troops is the most valuable."

"I see, you're so smart." pesticide continued to move things for him with a smile, sent back what he had seen, and watched a lot of records read by Wesley in three days.

"This is your first mission." Sloan then gave him a name, and the fox will take him on the mission.

Standing on the high-speed tram, Wesley and the fox lay down at the same time, and then passed through a tunnel. Then the fox took out a digital camera and aimed it at an office building passing by.

"How old are you today?" Wesley asked loudly.

"Hehe, why do you ask?" the fox asked with a smile.

"I'm single now, so ask your age to see if we are suitable, if I can live." Wesley left a half sentence. If you can live, this is a girl who knows death. I don't know whether she will really solve herself. You can't stop such a person, and Wesley won't stop it. This is her choice.

"I'll tell you when you survive." then he shook his digital camera. "This is your goal. They have a meeting at a fixed time every day, and your goal is this guy. You need to shoot at the fifth window, remember?"

"Remember, but do you think the loom is right?"

"Killing one person and saving a thousand people is the law of the brotherhood. In the past, some people in the brotherhood hesitated like you. As a result, their goal killed many people. It's too late for them to do it again. Look here." the fox exposed the scar on his right shoulder, "My father was originally a judge, but the defendant killed him and wanted to buy another one, and the defendant was the target of the brotherhood."

"I see. I just feel incredible that a loom can determine the fate of mankind."

"It's normal that everyone thinks so for the first time, but don't hesitate, because if you let one person go, you may kill more people." Wesley kept silent. Is it true that the loom can determine the fate? How is it so similar to the operation program of the Hydra group? The two are completely similar.

At a height invisible to Wesley and the fox, a UAV was watching them. "Sir, Wesley Gibson is going to start his first operation."

"Well, you are responsible for staring here and seeing the final result. Don't disturb anyone. I have something to dare to go to New York now. I need to start contacting Tony Stark."

"Yes, sir." s.h.i.e.l.d. is still watching. They need strength to supplement. Especially, Gibson and his son are ordinary people with special abilities. They can't compare with the past American captain, but they are much better than ordinary people.

Wesley stood at the top of the tram with the fox again the next day. Wesley held a pistol and focused his attention. Killing him was the first time, but he didn't have the slightest psychological burden. It wasn't his cold-blooded. His feeling was more like a game. It was a game mentality to fight small monsters. It can be said that he hasn't fully adapted to the world There is an invisible barrier in my heart.

"Attention, you only have one chance." the fox shouted. Then the tram came to the building where the target was located, and three consecutive windows flashed by, "apple, the heart beat faster." Wesley saw that everything around him began to slow down. He was calm and took aim with a gun. The fifth window appeared, calculated the inertia of the tram, and "bang" shot, But it was completely covered up by the sound of the tram.

The bullet flew slowly through the window and finally hit the target's forehead. It died instantly. Its body tilted back and fell back with the chair.

"Hoo..." took a deep breath, his heart rate returned to normal, turned to look at the fox, and the fox was looking at him, smiling, and then stretched out a thumb. Wesley sat down directly and gasped heavily. Although it was a game mentality for him to kill for the first time, watching the bullet enter a person's forehead was not acceptable to ordinary people.

"It's the first time. You've done well." the fox came to comfort him.

"Fox is your name or code?" Wesley asked for the first time.

"You can call it whatever you want." the fox smiled cunningly, charming, but Wesley was not fascinated. He looked up at the sky. He was now an assassin.