Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 173 The Guidance of Fate

"Assassinate one, save a thousand." This is the slogan of the League of Assassins.

The establishment of this alliance stems from a loom that has been passed down for thousands of years.This loom will use binary to point out the list of heinous criminals, and a group of people with a sense of justice are organized to assassinate everyone on the list, and an assassin alliance is specially set up for this purpose.

Until the black old man in front of me—Morgan Freeman... Oh no, it was Morgan Sloan who took over the management of this loom of fate.He is deciphering the code of the loom of fate every day, and at the same time conscientiously cultivates fresh blood for the organization, the special training of miraculous fighters, the unique "bending bullet time", and the flying fly shooting skills of hundreds of steps, which make the organization continue to grow and grow. League of Assassins earned more fame.

But all this changed completely one day.

On the loom of fate in the birthplace of the Assassin League, his name appeared.

Morgan F. Sloan!

Immediately afterwards, the names of gunsmiths, butchers, repairmen, crosses... the core members of the Assassin's League also appeared one by one.

So Sloan chose to conceal the truth, and gathered these people who had to pay the price of their lives for fate, intending to fight against the fate in the dark.

But now, seeing that Angelina Jolie is still so young, I don't know if Sloan has now received a new arrangement for the fate of the League of Assassins by the loom.

Cows didn't intend to wade into this muddy water, so he politely declined: "Thank you very much for your invitation, we still have a long journey, so we just plan to find a picnic place nearby, and then we will soon leave!"

"Actually, it won't waste much time!" Old man Sloan smiled. "Although our small town is not far from New York State, there is only one interstate highway passing through here. Usually, few people come here as guests."

He pointed to Xiaocun, spread his hands, and added: "Look, we don't have running water, and the Internet is very slow. We also hope that foreign guests can tell us what happened recently, so that people don't think we are a bunch of people. Barbarians isolated from the world."

This is obviously a lie. The Assassin Alliance receives many missions every week. Apart from their superb skills, the elite assassins who are on duty, their style of keeping pace with the times also allows them to hide in the crowd smoothly.

Kous frowned, doubting Old Man Sloane's purpose.

"Okay!" Seeing that the other party was unmoved, old man Sloan was not discouraged, he turned his head, "Ms. Erica, I wonder if you have any impression of the name 'Fate Messenger'?"

Erica's face changed slightly: "The Messenger of Destiny? The person in charge of the Assassin League's foreign mission?"

"I used to use this name!" Old Sloan replied with a smile. "It was a long time ago. Now I am just a retired old man who has adopted a group of children in the manor."

As one of the ace assassins in the underground world, Erica had of course heard of the League of Assassins.She stared at Sloan vigilantly, "If you are here, then 'Cross', 'Butcher', and 'Gunsmith' should also be here. Is this the headquarters of the League of Assassins?"

"Yes!" Old Sloan had an unexpected showdown, "Erica, you are a top-notch assassin, and we now very much hope to hear your suggestions."

"What advice can I have?" Erica shook her head, "I'm retired now, working as a waiter in a hotel with peace of mind, going to work, leaving work, going to bed on time every day... and now I can travel with my friends. I don't think I Is there any place that can help the League of Assassins, and I don’t think I want to change my current life.”

"So, have you changed your destiny?"

Erica pondered for a while, then nodded: "I think my fate has changed!"

Cows shrugged, but said nothing.In fact, when he chose to kill "Bullseye" Lester Jangs in the first place, the ending of Erica Nakiss dying at the hands of Bullseye had already been rewritten.Now, even Cous, who is familiar with Marvel's plot, doesn't know where Erica's fate will turn.

"So... now it's our turn!"

Old Sloan smiled and made another gesture of invitation.

Erica and Cows looked at each other, this time they planned to sit down and listen to what the retired old assassin wanted to say.

The main course for lunch is goulash and lamb chops, which is very American.

So the old Sloan, who is also very American, talked a lot about God's belief, destiny, will and sovereignty, and even quoted a passage from the "Book of Messiah" "I have explained the earlier things from ancient times, and they have come out of my mouth." , which I commanded, and suddenly I acted, and it came to pass."

But this embarrasses the atheist Kouus and the Orthodox Christian Erica, and Carrie is only concerned about eating. Fortunately, Matt Murdoch, who is also a Christian, responded enthusiastically: "Yes! As As you said, put the lottery in your bosom, and the Lord will decide. (from "Old Testament Proverbs")"

Then an old man and a blind man talked very speculatively.From the Bible to the statute, this can scratch the itch of the barrister Matt Murdoch, so Matt talked extensively and eloquently for two hours without any sign of stopping.

"...Yes, so our Mutual Aid Association—that is, the 'Assassin's League' as it is called by the outside world, also has its own regulations. Our regulations are 'Kill one person, save a thousand people'!"

Erica finally understood. Holding a cup of tea, she asked curiously, "What's the reason? Is everyone who is assassinated a heinous person? What if you kill the wrong person?"

"Never kill wrong!" Old Sloan said gently, "Fate guides our actions. Many years ago, we also had doubts. Because there is an assassination target on our list, he is a very young man. , and a very dedicated painter, and he had just been rejected from the Vienna Academy of Arts."

"So we hesitated, but when he left tens of millions dead and hundreds of millions of families homeless, it was too late for us to make up for our mistakes!"

"Tens of millions of people died?" Matt Murdoch asked curiously, "Who is he?"

"Adolf Hitler!"

The name caused a silence at the table.

"Boom—boom—boom—" Kous tapped the table lightly with his fingers, bringing everyone's attention to him.He knew that the heat was almost ready, so he asked directly, "So, may I ask, who gave you the guidance of destiny?"

Before Sloan could answer, Kous had already answered, "Is it a god? We were fighting against one god and fighting side by side with another god some time ago; is it a demon? The Lord of Hell just left the earth two days ago. I had a great conversation with him; is it God? As far as I know, Yahweh fell into a long sleep because of the third war of the Gods of Light and Darkness... So, I don't know what you mean by the guide of fate Who, but unless it is eternity, death, infinity, annihilation and devouring, I don't think its so-called guidance has any significance at all."

Except for little Carrie who glanced at Cows when she heard "devour", and then continued to sweep the food on the table, everyone else's breathing became heavy.

Compelling!This is the style!Looking at the old Sloan who was completely in shock, Cous couldn't help but feel dark in his heart. No wonder those senior traversers like to pretend to be aggressive. The feeling of being crushed by the dual quotient and knowledge system is really great...

The hands of the old blackhead were trembling slightly, and he turned his head to look at Erica with difficulty.

"Yes, although it sounds unbelievable!" Erica nodded, "But what Cous said is true! So, where is your guide of fate?"

Although old Sloan reminded himself repeatedly, what this guy said was simply nonsense.But he still stood up, "Distinguished guests, next I want to invite you to a place, and then take a look at the 'Guide of Fate'!"

(End of this chapter)