I’m just a Superman - Chapter 10

[Chapter 10: Assassin Showdown]

While Levi was playing cat-and-mouse with X in the bustling metropolis of Chicago, Fox was already on a non-stop flight from New York to Chicago.

Leaning on the chair, watching the vast clouds keep moving back in the porthole, Fox put down the information in his hand and rubbed his temples.

“Cross…Wesley…X…and Levi Deller, things are getting more complicated…”

…

Because of Li Wei’s intervention, Cross could only temporarily abandon the assassination plan for X, and traveled thousands of miles from Chicago to return to New York.

Humans always have weaknesses, and for Cross, his only weakness was Wesley, the child who ‘lost’ his father seven days after he was born.

Just like what he and X said before, after a long time, the Brotherhood has changed. It is no longer an organization dedicated to maintaining balance, but has become a tool for Sloan alone.

After the defection, although he had done everything possible to cover up the relationship between Willis and him, compared to the intelligence analysis ability of the Brotherhood, Cross alone was not powerful.

After all, he is just an assassin who mainly kills.

Although the existence of Li Wei shared a lot of pressure for him, the Brotherhood pressed on, and finally targeted Wesley, a seemingly ordinary office worker in New York City.

The so-called dark under the lights, before getting the exact information, Sloan never thought that the target he had been looking for was actually hidden in New York City by Clos.

And when he wanted to force Wesley out of Cross, there was another situation on X’s side in Chicago, and Livy’s appearance disrupted all of Sloan’s previous plans.

He originally wanted Fox to come forward to complete the seduction of Wesley, and eventually direct a big play of father and son cannibalism, but now Fox has a more important task, in comparison, the play of father and son cannibalism can be cancelled.

“Gunner, you have a new mission.”

Still in the familiar office, Sloan put the folder about Wesley in front of the gunsmith: “I need you to attack him, and the request is to be wounded without dying.”

The gunsmith was a strong bald black man. He flipped through the document in his hand and found that there was no text on it that he wanted to see, so he closed it again: “Can I understand why I want to do something to him? ”

“He is the son of Clos.” Sloan said calmly: “Over the years, Clos has hidden him very well. If he is used as a breakthrough point, Clos will no longer be able to hide, and the traitor will eventually pay the price.”

“I understand.” The gunsmith nodded, no more questions.

Assassins can use many means in order to achieve their goals, just like the tasks that gunsmiths will perform.

The attack on Wesley was a clear conspiracy.

Either Cross watched his only bloodline get weaker and weaker from gunshot after gunshot, and finally died, or he could only show up and save Wesley.

And once Cross is captured, what awaits him is the ambush that the Brotherhood has prepared for a long time.

He is indeed capable of escaping and even counter-killing from the pursuit of the Brotherhood, but if he brings along a burden like Willis, his combat effectiveness and flexibility will be greatly reduced.

At that time, it was much easier to kill Cross again.

As for whether innocent Wesleys or the like will be involved in this… Assassins only need to follow their beliefs, and the morality and ethics that the world cares about cannot be a reason to shake them.

For the sake of order and balance, Wesley’s sacrifice was nothing to worry about in the eyes of the gunsmith.

Different from the changeable Fox Fox, the introverted repairman, and the irritable pig butcher, the gunsmith’s character is like the gun in his hand, cold and ruthless, and stable.

The action plan was determined, and the gunsmith did not delay for a minute.

Leaving the textile factory from the underground passage and following the crowd into the bustling New York City.

New York seemed damp after a fortune of drizzle, and in some street corners, the dampness became unbearably sticky and filthy for the two of them.

In the evening, after a mediocre day, walking on the sparsely lit street, the cool breeze that hit Willis made Willis a lot more sane.

Without a fat sow-like boss, and without having to face the girlfriend who was with his brother, Willis’ heavy heart became a lot more relaxed.

If there is anything that can make his heart heavy again, I am afraid it is only the bank account of his own savings, and the so-called friend who took the condom he bought with his own money and used it with his girlfriend. .

Walking down the street with a handbag, Willis felt his mind numb like a robot: “God, can my life get any worse?”

Kicking away the stone in front of him, Wesley changed his tone: “Sorry, I’m afraid I can’t.”

boom!

The voice fell, the gun flame flickered, and a bullet crossed the arc, chasing towards Wesley’s shoulder like a elf.

Just when the bullet flew half the distance, there was another bright gunshot, and an orange-yellow bullet that came from nowhere also crossed an arc and collided with the silver bullet.

After the crisp hum of the metal collision, the two completely damaged bullets bounced and fell to the ground.

“Fuck!”

Startled by the sudden sound of gunfire, Willis subconsciously found cover around him, trying to avoid a possible gun battle.

But before he could completely hide himself behind the stinking garbage can by the side of the road, more gunshots rang out.

Like inspiration flying, the sound of gunshots, fireworks, bullets colliding, and the sound of metal falling to the ground resounded endlessly, and pedestrians screamed in horror. Like a brush, they painted a unique picture on this insensitive street.

The two assassins hidden in the darkness are the artists who control the brushes and paints.

Hiding behind the trash can, Wesley watched in horror as the lights flashed in the air, and his heart was filled with despair and anger: “Why? Why!”

However, no one could hear Wesley’s inner cry, and the gunfight led by the gunsmith and Cross continued.

But as more and more bullets collided and bounced in the air, gunners found it difficult to control their muzzle deflection.

Obviously he was the attacker, but Clos just relied on his control of arc shooting to capture the arc trajectory of the gunner’s shot in advance. UU read www.sonicmtl.com and began to intercept in advance.

Gradually, the position where the bullet collided began to approach the direction of the gunner. At the same time, an invisible pressure fell on the gunner, making his spirit become like a tight piano string.

As another crisp crash sounded amidst the din, the gunsmith’s pupils shrank suddenly, the invisible string broke, and the force that had been accumulated in the muscles was released, and the whole figure flew out like a spring.

In the next instant, with a sound of breaking through the air, the orange bullet rubbed the outline of his body and hit the window glass of the store behind him. A crisp clatter sounded, covering up the gunner’s escape.

“Run.” Cross looked at the corner where the gunsmith finally appeared, frowned slightly, and gave up the idea of chasing.

A few minutes later, after breaking away from the crowd and leaning against the corner of the road, the gunman’s steady breathing became rapid, and he turned his head to look to the left. A hole had been torn on the leather jacket.

Pulling the clothes away from the neckline, on the dark skin of the shoulders, the scratch marks of the high temperature bullets were clearly visible.

Confirming that there is no serious problem, the gunsmith’s face showed a trace of fear and anger: “Damn, damn!”

The precise collision of two bullets in the air sounds very cool, but once there is a mistake, the price is the lesson of blood.

With Cross grasping the rhythm and movement of the attack, the gunsmith should have died, but Wesley’s existence saved his life.

But this close escape also made him certain that Cross was in New York City, where he could see and protect Wesley.

Once the scope is narrowed, it means that there are more and more means that can be used.

If it doesn’t work once, then do it again.