I’m just a Superman - Chapter 8

[Chapter 8: The Direction of Fate]

In order to survive under Li Wei, X felt that he had lost all the cold-faced assassins that he had created in the first half of his life: “If you don’t want to go to New York, there is another way to make it yourself.”

“Make it yourself?” Li Wei had a ‘you’re teasing me’ expression on his face, but before he could speak, X had already explained it in advance.

“The lethality of a bullet is nothing more than related to the material of the warhead and the loading of gunpowder. As long as the material and loading of gunpowder are changed, the lethality of the bullet can be weakened.”

“We can disassemble the bullet first, change the warhead, reduce the amount of gunpowder loading, and then use a press to re-press it into shape, which is also suitable for use.”

“The only downside is that it takes time, because training can take a lot of bullets.”

“Time? The most important thing I don’t lack is time!” Li Wei’s voice was firm: “I’ve decided, just use this method, and I’ll supervise you by the side.”

“No… no problem.”

X was naturally reluctant to turn a top assassin himself into a bullet processing worker, but at this time, he could only grit his teeth and agree.

Before he could think about what to do, he heard Li Wei’s voice again: “By the way, don’t think about making small moves. I will review the experiment for the bullets you made.”

“If you fail, you know the consequences.”

“I understand.”

So, with an order, X began to modify the bullet under the supervision of Li Wei.

Li Wei doesn’t know anything about the parameters of the bullet, but it doesn’t matter, he only needs to determine the power of the bullet, and X will automatically calculate the amount of gunpowder that needs to be packaged.

When Li Wei was satisfied with the test firing results of the bullets, Li Wei only needed to keep an eye on the type and quality of gunpowder. A precision balance was enough for him to grasp the overall situation.

……

Textile Mill 17 in Brooklyn, New York.

This castle-shaped textile mill, which looks like a building from the last century, is the home base of the Brotherhood to which X belongs.

A random worker found in the entire textile factory is an assassin who can go out to perform an assassination mission.

It is precisely because of having such a powerful assassin power that the Brotherhood can say that it can maintain the order in which the world operates.

Because of the unique arc shooting of the Brotherhood, every assassin can complete the killing of the target at an unexpected angle. The dead angle is a term that does not exist in the eyes of the Brotherhood.

Wherever the target is, if the Brotherhood wants to, the assassination can always be accomplished.

And there is little hope of catching the assassin from ballistic analysis.

It is precisely because of this that the fraternity can still operate independently despite the continuous expansion of Continental Hotels around the world.

But now, things are a little different.

The defection of the top assassin, Clos, casts a cloud over this powerful organization. Except for X, who is also a top assassin, no one is confident enough to kill Clos in the front.

And now, X is also missing.

In the office of the textile factory, Sloan, the current controller of the Brotherhood, looked at the information in front of him with a calm expression: “There was a shooting in the Chicago Central Building. All four bullets were shot between the eyebrows, and the bullet came from X’s gun.”

“Didn’t Kloss make a move?” Fox, code-named ‘Fox’, sat on a chair, flipping through the information in his hand, a little strange: “It seems that there is no sign of Kloss appearing.”

“Cross didn’t show up.” Sloan said lightly.

“In addition to these four bullets, at a distance of tens to hundreds of meters, our people also found more than a dozen bullets one after another, all of which were shot by X’s gun, and he fought people.”

“It’s been five days since the Chicago shooting and not only has Close stopped, but X has not contacted us.”

“Now, we have to prepare for the worst,

Cross found a helper, and they captured X alive, possibly preparing a new plan.

”

“So what are we going to do now?”

Sloan opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Fox: “I will continue to follow up on X. Now, you have a new task.”

Fox finally glanced at the paper and frowned slightly: “Levy Deller? An Asian homeless?”

“Perhaps a villain disguised as a homeless person, these Asians always have a unique advantage in disguising and disguising.”

“But looking at him, he doesn’t look like an Asian at all?” Fox looked at the photo of Li Wei above, and a rare doubt appeared in his eyes.

“That’s why I say that he has a unique advantage in disguising and disguising, and even you have been deceived by him, haven’t you?”

Sloan took it easy: “It’s a revelation from fate, Fox. Kill him, that’s your job.”

“I understand.” Fox put away the mission book: “Chicago, it is more than a thousand kilometers away from here, I think I should set off now.”

“I’m ready for you.” Sloan turned a ring on his hand and reached for a file bag by his hand: “Air tickets, keys, hotels, everything is ready.”

“This really saves a lot of time.” Fox smiled slightly, and turned around to leave with the document bag behind him.

“Fox…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you remember the purpose and beliefs of the organization?”

“I never forget.”

“Very good.” Sloan nodded: “In order to achieve the goal, all sacrifices are meaningful. To use a sentence, everything is false, and everything is allowed.” (The meaning after being misinterpreted)

Fox paused for a moment, then pushed open the door and left: “I see.”

Watching Fox’s back disappear behind the gradually closing wooden door, the calmness on Sloan’s face was replaced by a trace of anxiety. He opened the drawer again and took out a stack of task books with cloth attached.

After reading through it in detail, the binary code displayed by the intertwined silk threads of each piece of cloth finally points to a name – Livy Deller.

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Looking at the densely packed paper in front of him that almost covered the entire table, Sloan was silent for a long time: “The great change of a thousand years, what does this reveal to me…”

In the Brotherhood, the loom that represents destiny is the pillar of faith, pointing out to the assassins one after another dangerous person who threatens the world order in the form of binary code.

But throughout the thousand years since the founding of the Brotherhood, Sloan has never found any words that describe this phenomenon in any record.

For the first time in a thousand years, the loom pointed out a man’s name so often and hastily, as if an alarm had been set off, as if that man would have more influence on order than any other man in the world.

Sloan could not analyze the detailed information about Livy from the existing intelligence, but he knew one thing – X’s disappearance was related to Livy.

He did not explain this to Fox, but Fox, known as the fox, was enough to understand this from Sloan’s account.

X and Cross are the top assassins of the Brotherhood, and below the two are some people including the fox and the butcher, and the only female assassin is the fox.

The confrontation with Cross made Sloan understand that, in dealing with a single unit with top combat power, gathering people to surround him may result in more people being killed.

Therefore, when he learned about the possible enemy he could face, Li Wei, who could capture X alive, immediately gave up the plan to attack the group.

In this case, it became the best choice to let Fox, the only female among the high-level assassins, go to perform the mission.

Against a male target, a female assassin with a graceful figure and superior appearance will always not raise too much vigilance and hostility in the target.