Chapter 15

Carlos Gibson looked at Wesley with deep guilt on his face. "Sorry, I just don't want you to go my old way, and it's also for your safety."

"Parents always like to delimit their children's path, and so do you, so I won't say much, but now I'm still on this road, so I'll decide to go on well. I don't want to be ordinary, because I'm extraordinary." Wesley won't blame Carlos, because he is a transgressor, and his son's body is occupied by himself, Then he won't complain any more.

"Come in, I'll show you. You can live here in the future." Carlos said incoherently. Wesley just smiled and walked in with his suitcase. Instead of starting to visit the house immediately, he came to the window. There is a telescope here, which can clearly see his original rental house.

Sitting down and observing with a telescope, the fox has stolen a car and is waiting for herself in front of the door. Her face is full of anxiety. She has been waiting for several minutes, but Wesley hasn't appeared yet.

"Do you like foxes?" Carlos came over and saw Wesley watching the fox.

"No, she just gets along more and doesn't like it. Moreover, she and I are two different kinds of people. We won't be together, and she may not be able to live. She is a real fate assassin. After knowing the truth, she may end her life." Wesley looked at the anxious Fox and then replied that he really didn't want to be with the fox, Their ideas are completely different, and as a transgressor, he is still confused.

At this time, several cars leaned over, and the repairman and others came down. "Wesley is gone. We lost him when he went to park just now."

"How could this happen? Did the cross find him?" the fox asked hurriedly.

"I don't know. There was no gunfire nearby, so they didn't exchange fire. It's not easy. Let's separate and look for it." the gunner said. Then everyone got in the car and began to disperse to look for Wesley.

"Look, they're getting anxious. It's a good sign. We have enough time to make a plan." Wesley stood up, then pulled Beretta 92 from behind and put it aside. "Whose gun is this?"

"X, his code name is x, an assassin as good as me, but he and Sloan have changed, so my first target is him." Carlos picked up the pistol and looked, "this is a good gun."

"Well, it's a good gun, so I stayed." Wesley opened the suitcase, poured out the clip and the bullet, and then began to press the bullet into the clip.

"You can wait and do this. We can prepare the room first." Carlos was completely out of shape. He first got along with his son alone more than 20 years ago, when the child was born.

"I am now an assassin who has received rigorous training. I like to be ready to fight at any time. Now they have lost my trace and may not be able to find me here." Wesley put a pressed cartridge clip next to the pistol, then picked up an empty one and continued his action. He would carefully look at each bullet and then press it into the cartridge clip.

"OK, I'll tidy up your room first." Carlos felt very embarrassed. He had to tidy up his room first. Wesley looked at his back and smiled. He was an introvert. Like Wesley in the past, he was worthy of being a father and son.

After finishing all the empty magazines, he pulled the suitcase to his room, which was easy to judge in the direction. The single storey building on the second floor is very empty, with kitchen and bathroom. Other rooms are basically unfurnished.

"Sorry, there's no bed here." Carlos's room doesn't have much furniture. Wesley smiled. "Now we're preparing to work hard, but not to live together, so we don't need to prepare anything. Just show me a simple visit." Wesley put his suitcase in the room and stood at the door waiting for Carlos.

"OK, come with me." Carlos took Wesley for a brief look. There was no first floor here. When Wesley came up, he went directly to the stairs from the outside to the second floor. Carlos's room only had a sofa and some cabinets, on which were Wesley's small to large photos. The kitchen seems to have not opened fire for a long time, only the bathroom is relatively complete.

"Have you always lived here? Why not give yourself a good environment?" Wesley asked.

"It's not necessary. Our life is not stable. It's just... I need it when I think of you. In addition, it's my secret stronghold. No one in the assassin brotherhood knows it here." Carlos rubbed his hands and said.

"I'm your son. You don't need to be nervous, or you can treat me as a friend." Wesley couldn't bear to look at Carlos so nervous. He was too introverted. He was in a bad state. If someone called the door now, he would be very dangerous.

"Good note, we can make friends first." Carlos finally relaxed. "I'll show you my studio. You'll like it there. Maybe you'll like it." Carlos went to the wardrobe and opened the door. The back panel of the cabinet was still a door, which opened and led to the attic.

The first feeling is that it's chaotic here. Yes, it's chaotic. The guys of the assassin brotherhood like old things. A pair of muskets are placed in a wooden box, but after transformation, they haven't been shot in the film. Wesley doesn't know what they came out for, so they have completely become redundant guys, and he doesn't love this shape at all.

There are many rifles on the wall, old musket shape and super long barrel, which Carlos uses for remote sniping. They need to cooperate with the separated propulsion bullets, and there are many electronic watches on the table, some of which have been disassembled.

"Is that your man?" Wesley asked.

"No, but his idea is very good, but no one appreciates it," Carlos said.

"Good idea, I think so. We can use this to attack textile mill 17, don't you think?" Wesley said.

"Yes, but my plan is to clean up the people outside first, and then attack when they concentrate." Carlos's plan is the opposite of Wesley's.

"Do you believe that the destiny loom is right?"

"Yes, the assassin Brotherhood was founded more than a thousand years ago and has been circulating until now. There is no doubt about this."

"So you want to go on?" Wesley asked, looking at Carlos.

"Maybe it's time to end..." Carlos was silent. The brotherhood had deteriorated. He wanted to bury these himself and would not appear in the future.