Conquer The Comic: I Rely On Unlimited Hunting To Level Up

Chapter 020 Noon has arrived!

The fox was angry.

So angry that I trembled all over.

But Lear understood that she was afraid.

She was scared that what Lear said was true.

What is it that she has killed so many people over the years?

Has she become an accomplice to the bad guys?

The thought of becoming the kind of person who tortured her father made her shudder all over.

The whole person was trembling.

Lear took her into his arms with his hands and gently stroked her hair, as if soothing a sensitive kitten.

The relationship between the two of them is not like a couple, but more like a P friend.

It is precisely because of this that the two have sex and no love, purely to vent their desires, and now a moment of warmth and tenderness is even more precious.

She lay on Lear's body, and the whole person seemed to be pressed into a meatloaf, and was gently stroked by Lear on the top of her head and hair, like a well-behaved kitten slice of meat.

She has completely lost her anti-scales, and the whole person looks weak.

"Why did Cross defect, didn't you doubt this matter?"

Lear's words made the fox open her mouth, of course she doubted it, but her heart always kept her from exploring the truth of the matter.

For her, it was enough to know that the cross had defected, betrayed, was a traitor and should be killed.

Further down....

Her instinct was to avoid the answer and truth that terrified her.

But now, Lear's question has made it impossible for her to escape.

She could only bury her head deep into Lear's chest like an ostrich, resisting incomparably, but reason told her that she should listen to Lear.

"I found the cross, sat in a chair with him, and talked for ten minutes."

"He has conclusive evidence of Sloan's modification of the Destiny Loom, do you want to talk to him?" Lear's words made the fox stiffen.

But in the end, she made a brave choice.

"I'm going to talk to him, and if he doesn't have proof, I'll kill him."

The fox was fierce and inward, but finally compromised.

So in the early morning of the second day, after the two of them washed up briefly, the fox was directly taken by Lear to the villa where the cross lived.

Here, he is training his son Wesley.

Wesley is constantly disassembling an M1911 pistol, and there is no reaction to Lear and the fox who push the door in, and for this house, the only person who knows except Lear is Wesley, and the elder of the League of Assassins, the old man who doesn't even have a name in the movie.

Whoever came, he was not defensive against them.

It would be even easier if it was a thief who came, and the cross should have shot him dead before he escaped the house.

Seeing the fox following behind Lear, Cross found that Lear had actually convinced the fox, a fanatical believer.

But then he reacted and convinced the fox that it was probably not Lear but the Loom of Destiny.

The more fanatical the believers, the more they need to correct Sloan's mistakes.

We must not continue on the wrong path.

In the battle of the library, the fox chose suicide martyrdom, but that was just Wesley's information was too explosive and impactful, and under the control of adrenaline at that time, her heart was full of despair for the world, and she chose suicide martyrdom on impulse.

If she had chosen the right moment, such as last night, in Lear's bed, her reaction would not have been so violent.

Killing Sloan, correcting the Loom of Destiny, is a method that a normal person would choose.

Seeing that Lear had indeed brought the fox over, Cross was a little relieved in his heart, it seemed that except for him, not everyone in the entire Assassin League was Sloane's accomplice like Mr. X.

There are still some assassins in there who really stick to themselves.

The moment Wesley, this little dick, saw the fox, the whole person could not walk.

His ex-girlfriend is indeed very beautiful, in order to find his dream to come to New York for auditions, belongs to the stream of unpopular little stars, but unfortunately I don't know how many people who call themselves screenwriters, directors, producers have slept with, but she has never found any big cast.

But compared with the fox, his girlfriend is simply like a sparrow on a branch, and the fox is like a peacock, dazzling and beautiful.

"I need proof." As soon as the fox spoke, he did not politely talk to the cross, and said bluntly.

The cross did not speak, but took out a piece of linen from a book, and the linen was covered with thick knots of different sizes.

This is the decryption that everyone who joins the League of Assassins should know.

When they get this sackcloth, when they assassinate their target, it is like receiving a divine will, and they have supreme justice and certainty.

Foxes used to be like this.

But now her hand, which was as steady as Tarzan, trembled slightly, and she was reluctant to take the sackcloth.

In the end, she took it, took the linen, directly found a book and ballpoint pen on the table, and began to carefully unlock the linen line by line.

"What is she doing?" Wesley can now unconsciously assemble and disassemble the M1911 pistol, perhaps there is the idea of showing a hand in front of the beauty, he not only did not stop, but disassembled more quickly and smoothly.

This is where adrenaline is produced.

His question was not to his father, but to Lear.

After this period of contact, he finally found that his father did not seem to like to talk very much, nor was he a person who liked to explain.

Most of the time, it was Lear who served as a guide answering his questions.

He has now developed the habit of asking Lear about anything as soon as possible.

"The logic of your father's organization and I is provided by a loom discovered in the Middle Ages 1,000 years ago, and the linen woven will pass a binary code to humans, through which you can get a person's full name."

"They are nodes that hinder human progress, and the mission of the League of Assassins is to kill these nodes to ensure human progress."

"But our organization has deteriorated, even people like your father are just knives in their hands, no, maybe it is because of your father's righteous mercy that they dare not tell him the truth and win him over to join in."

Lear held the cross hand in a small way, causing the unsmiling cross to turn his head and show a kind smile to Lear.

The fox turned a deaf ear to the conversation between them, just bowed his head and unlocked the password without thinking about it.

Experienced she quickly unlocked the entire linen, and with a long sigh, she fell into her chair.

At the bottom of the notebook, Sloan's name is prominently listed.

That is to say, the list of destiny weaving machines given to her by Sloan will no longer be unique, authoritative, and correct.

There was always someone he and Cross lying.

Unfortunately, because of the principle of who is weak and who is reasonable, she now believes very much that it is very likely that Sloan tampered with the original text of the Destiny Loom in this matter.

In the original film, hardly any of the killers questioned whether their own names were falsified on the linen pieces of the Fate Loom that Sloan handed them.

Because both Sloan and themselves knew in their hearts that this thing didn't matter at all.

What Sloan put in front of them was not a matter of death and life at all, but following Sloan to continue to make a lot of money; Or kill Sloan with this traitor's kid and return the organization to the choice of poverty but justice.

At that time, 9 of the 10 killers in the library made the choice to continue to enjoy prosperity and wealth with Sloane.

Perhaps because he found his path very lonely, the only fox who could be his companion's cross was dead, made a radical suicide.

But now, everything has changed because of Lear's appearance.

The fox, who had already given her enough psychological defense, perked up again after a moment of slumping in the chair, and after taking 10 deep breaths, she barely calmed down her heart, stood up from the chair murderously, put her hands on the table, and asked Lear and Cross: "What should we do?"

She didn't look at Wesley, who was sitting opposite him assembling a gun, and from his movements alone, she knew that he was just a little rookie.

And the big war of the organization, you don't need a little rookie like Wesley.

"He already has a plan." Cross turned his face to Lear and said.

"How many people do you think are in the organization, it's credible." Lear didn't say anything about his plan, but instead asked the fox.

His question made the fox hesitate, if before the fox thought that the whole organization was full of religious purity, then now that her faith has collapsed, she looks like a traitor full of copper stench.

"I don't know." She shook her head with difficulty.

"X is not credible, I just killed him."

Cross added: "I asked him if he knew about it, and he didn't answer me positively. "

Not having a positive answer means acquiescence, that is, he is an insider.

"If even X can't be trusted..." X and Cross are the two generals in the organization, left and right protectors.

The cross defection was outrageous, but even X knew about it, and even acquiesced, it was hard for them to imagine how many people in the organization knew about it and pretended not to know.

"I want to test them." The fox said with difficulty.

"Every day you drag, countless good people are dying at the hands of the League of Assassins." Lear calmly told the fox a fact.

"My mission has been dragging on for 15 days, and if it drags on, Sloan will come to me."

"Because of the lack of people, everyone is working at full capacity, and for every day you drag, there may be 10 more deaths."

"Are you sure you want to test them one by one?"

Lear's words made the fox's face gloomy and tangled.

Indeed, the League of Assassins who are now going all out will kill people like the righteous prosecutor before every minute, and if she really wants to ask one by one, every day she delays is helping Sloan kill.

"What do you want to do?"

She asked rhetorically.

"My suggestion is to directly sweep the Assassin Alliance into the garbage heap, and clean it up together with the Destiny Loom, as long as he is in the hands of people, I am afraid that it is in your hands, and after you die, you cannot guarantee that the next generation of Assassin Alliance helmsmen can maintain their public heart and continue to practice the orders of the Destiny Loom."

"Even if you can guarantee the next generation, you can't guarantee that the next generation will become Sloane."

"My suggestion is to directly bring in the police to destroy the entire League of Assassins, and the League of Assassins will be fine to our generation."

His words silenced the room, and Wesley didn't know what he meant, but both the fox and the cross were silent, both of them wondering in their minds whether what Lear had said was correct.

There was a suffocating silence in the room, but eventually, the cross spoke.

"So be it." He said.

"Just do it." He repeated.

That in itself was what he expected.

Destroy the League of Assassins and return your son to a normal life.

Lear's words happened to be his vision for the future, and it almost touched his heart, making him almost think for a moment and couldn't wait to agree to Lear's idea

, and Lear turned his head to look at the fox.

The fox was still silent, still thinking, she became a stone sculpture, and she wanted to think like this forever.

"Wait, don't you have to ask my opinion and thoughts?" Wesley couldn't help but want to show himself in front of the beauty, but the words he said woke up the fox who was thinking.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, you don't even know what the League of Assassins is, so you are not qualified to have any opinion on this matter." Lear calmly said cruel words, but made both the fox and the cross couldn't help but nod, the truth in this world hurt the most, and Wesley's face collapsed at once.

Not only did he not show his face in front of the beauty, but he also lost the adult.

It tastes bad.

His words finally made the fox make up his mind.

Just as the one who makes the cross resolve is because of him, the one who makes the fox resolve is also him.

It's just that the fox's thinking is completely opposite to the cross.

If you continue to maintain the League of Assassins, then you need to absorb people like Wesley, who join the killer organization just for money and excitement.

The society had gradually become impetuous, and she had long been unhappy with the behavior of many people in the League of Assassins, but out of trust in the Loom of Destiny, she believed that after becoming the executor of this great destiny, many people would change their style and minds - at least Sloan was so relieved of her.

But now it seems that except for the new Lear, the others do not seem to have changed their style because of the passage of time.

Instead, they are becoming more and more like professional killers.

There is no bottom line and no morality.

The fox before was just unaccustomed to it, but after the current fox knows the truth, a little comparison will find that what she sees is indeed their original nature.

"What should we do?" After making up his mind, the fox began to inquire about the specific implementation plan.

"Remember my first goal?" Lear asked rhetorically.

Of course she remembered, not only did she remember that Lear's first target was a righteous prosecutor, she also remembered that night....

It was a crazy night.

"I didn't kill him, the bullet passed through his large blood vessels and lungs, and it looked like he was seriously injured, but with current medical technology, he only needs to recuperate in the hospital for a few months."

"The murder of a prosecutor is an unforgivable crime, and even if he is not dead, the police will not spare the person who assassinated their prosecutor."

As mentioned earlier, judges, prosecutors and lawyers constitute the iron triangle of the American judiciary, and the police are excluded, so the prosecutor is the representative of the police in the courtroom, although the prosecutor and the police department from time to time, but in the outside world they are one.

The shooting of the prosecutor is no different from the shooting of the police chief, both are punching the police in the face of this violent institution.

For this kind of slapping behavior, don't say that the American police can't bear it, even the CIA and FBI share the same hatred as the American police.

What happened to you? If you dare to shoot a prosecutor today, will you dare to shoot a CIA agent tomorrow? Do you dare to kill an FBI agent the day after tomorrow?

In this case, the judiciary will always give the green light to retaliate with the highest efficiency.

As long as the police suspect, then even search warrants, which are very difficult to obtain from prosecutors on weekdays, will be issued in piles.

This kind of thing is not only until the killer is found.

The fox and the cross are puritans confined to castles who have no understanding of what it means to kill a police chief or prosecutor in the United States, and this headless public case is often impossible to pursue because their methods and methods are too clever.

But when Lear took the initiative to inform the police, it was different.

What's more, he also has the private phone of the supreme ruler of Queens.

Do you know that the headquarters of the League of Assassins is not on the outskirts of Queens?

"All that's left for us to do is to get them all in the army and concentrate through attacks."

"After they gather, leave the rest to the special service team."

Lear's words sent the room silent again.

Then, over the course of the next few days, any killer who went out from the castle on a mission was ambushed.

This time, Lear and the fox did not act at all, showing the help of the cart and horse, hunting any killer who went out on a mission.

At the same time, the betrayal of the three good hands finally completely made the entire League of Assassins panic.

They began to collectively pressure Sloan, demanding that Sloan explain the reason for their betrayal.

While they gather.

The time is finally ripe.