American Comics: Begin to investigate the tax issue of Director S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 116 Sloan's Last Hope

Thinking of the advantage in my Sloan didn't notice the anomaly in his textile mill at first.

He is still immersed in his world.

It wasn't until he came to the interior of the textile factory, even the butcher's site, that he couldn't see anyone, that he finally realized what probably happened.

But how is it possible?

Sloan couldn't imagine what accident would happen to his group of assassins with extraordinary skills, let alone so many at once.

But being cautious by nature, he still decided to withdraw first.

However, just as he was about to step back, a cold tube hit the back of his head.

Sloan's figure froze in place for an instant.

"Cross?" Sloan asked, as if he was sure of this guess, and he continued, "I didn't expect your strength to be so unexpected."

"It's not a cross, Sloan." A cold female voice came from behind, "It's me"

"...Firefox? Damn it, don't make such jokes, it's easy to scare people. Where are they all?"

Sloan breathed a sigh of relief, his tense body relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face.Asking while preparing to turn around.

"Don't move." The gun barrel hit the back of Sloan's head forcefully, and Firefox said, "This is not a joke, they are all dead. Now, the members of the League of Assassins here are only you and me."

"What? How is this possible?" Sloan was completely stunned. For a moment, he thought that Firefox was still lying to him. This was an explanation subconsciously found in his mind.

"It's the cross, isn't it? All he did, what did he say to you? Don't take him at his word, he must be lying to you!"

"No, the cross didn't come," said Firefox.

"You killed them?" Sloan's heart turned cold.

"It wasn't me, but now I hope that's what I did." Firefox pointed his gun at the gun, "Tell me, why did you do this?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Sloan still felt lucky in his heart. No matter what Firefox knew, he couldn't reveal the secret just because of such a sentence.

"Then let me help you recall." Firefox's tone became colder, and just as a bad premonition surged in Sloan's heart, he noticed that the muzzle of the gun left the back of his head.

He will wait until he reacts, counterattack with skills, and the gun goes off.

The severe pain tore his thigh, and he fell to the ground with a plop, and couldn't help howling in pain.

"You are too old, Sloane, so old that I gave you enough opportunities, and you have no way to fight back." Firefox put down his gun and took two steps back, "Tell me, how did you tamper with the list given by the loom of fate?" , and when did it start? I advise you to tell the truth, otherwise...you know my methods and the efficacy of the tissue repair solution."

"...You, don't believe what other people say, it's all a lie and a scam!" Sloan said, clutching his wound.

"I deciphered your name on the fabric woven by the loom of fate. Not long ago, I just saw it woven." Firefox took out a piece of fabric from his pocket and threw it at Sloan's feet .

"The loom...isn't credible," Sloan said. "It's possible someone tampered with its internals..."

"Enough!" "Bang!"

Firefox's impatient and angry voice sounded along with the gunshot.

Sloan chose to make excuses in this direction, which is definitely a wrong approach, because with Firefox's loyalty to the loom of fate, this kind of profanity cannot be tolerated.

In Firefox's view, this is profanity.

Don't try to reason with people of faith. Anything that involves their beliefs, what they believe in, is reason. If you can still listen to the reason at this time, it only shows that your belief is not strong enough.

"I'm not here to listen to your sweet words, Sloan. I just want a process. As for the result, I have already got a definite answer." Firefox said, "This is your only value now, if you have any follow-up If you want to use the means, then this is your only chance, if you don't tell me, I will let you have no chance."

"...Ha, haha, hahaha..." Sloan was silent for a while, and then began to laugh, gradually louder and presumptuous, even though the wound was involved and severe pain came, it didn't affect his laughter.

"Do you think you are noble? Very wise? Follow the order of a loom, find the 01 base from it, and then translate the corresponding name... Yes, everyone who looks like a person who should be killed, But there are so many people in the world, how many have the same name?"

Sloan asked: "How can you be sure that what you kill is the one that should be killed?"

"That's not a reason for you to tamper with the list." Firefox shook his head.

She was not shaken by Sloan's words that sounded reasonable. If she was firm enough to kill her own fanatics without hesitation, and could shake her belief so easily, that would be unavoidable. That's ridiculous.

"You're wrong, that's why I tampered with the list, I don't want to surrender to a soulless loom, and I don't want my life to be dominated by a few randomly combined names, even though my life has been changed because of it." Wasted most of the time, but I still want to enjoy what I deserve in this last period!"

Sloan's face gradually paled, but he was still chattering.

He understands that this is his last chance.

"Our Assassins in the Assassin Alliance should have the supreme status. We have much stronger marksmanship than those assassins with high pedestals, and bloodline abilities beyond ordinary people, but what have we done?
Huddled in a textile factory, relying on the name given on a loom to complete the task mechanically every day, and even paid the price of life for it, but got nothing in return, even the most basic wealth. No. "

"So, it's about the money," Firefox said.

"Yes, money. In this world, if you have power, you should have money. If you have strength, you should have money. This is the truth! Instead of following a loom to do meaningless assassinations!"

Sloan was panting. Although he had used methods to stop the bleeding from the beginning, it was definitely impossible to stop it completely. The constant blood loss caused his eyes to turn white, what he saw began to shake, and his head was dizzy.

"And you? Firefox, what are you for? Really for that ridiculous belief, or something else?"

Sloan struggled to say the last few words. He knew that this was his last chance. All the foreshadowing before was not broken, just for this moment.

"Your name should also be on the list, and you are still standing in front of me alive. I think this is enough to explain something, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)