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

Chapter 008 The speed of Lear of the League of Assassins

arrived somewhat beyond the expectations of the foxes, and he returned directly to their lair with his front and back feet.

The man's decisiveness was simply outstanding, and he completely attracted the fox's curiosity.

So much so that she did not enter after parking the sports car in the yard, but stood in the yard, as if welcoming Lear's arrival.

It is an ancient castle, perhaps passed down from generation to generation by this Assassin Order.

Now, this is a place to register as a garbage disposal company.

Two garbage trucks depart from here every day to dispose of garbage in New York City—including the garbage disposed of by their killers—which they also recycle and dispose of in a unified manner.

This is a very good idea.

It's like Lear wants to join an organization.

If an organization wants to become bigger and stronger, there is no future in just being a rat in the shadows.

A strong organization must have its own political backers and forces behind it.

But in other countries, especially in the United States, such organizations may rely on any politician, political force.

Because the United States nominally has a separation of powers, but in fact there are countless political hills and forces in these three powers, and everyone is using their power to benefit themselves, which is almost a semi-public thing, and everyone in all circles knows and defaults.

These political hilltops need some black organizations to help them do gray things, so they will raise some dirty organizations like dogs.

And this League of Assassins, although it has a long history, but obviously, this kind of embracing politicians, I am afraid that the leader has a deep bond with politicians.

Lear's Chevrolet SUV slowly drove into the castle's square.

There are quite a few cars parked in the courtyard of this square.

The two large garbage disposal trucks that were parked in their own have disappeared.

Scattered on the high wall around stood armed with assault rifles, warily watching the alien vehicle.

In the original plot, the Wesley father and son put a lot of pressure on this Assassin organization.

Therefore, after facing his official declaration of war, the League of Assassins, who did not know that his father's first killer was dead, had to be on full alert and cautiously deal with the attacks from the two top killers.

At this time, any car that tries to break into this castle will be beaten into a sieve.

But now the organization is at its peak, they are on guard, but they don't have much nervousness.

This is a sign of self-confidence.

On the other hand, Lear drove the car directly into the Longtan Tiger's Den, why is it not a sign of courage and confidence?

Everyone was looking at the young man with scrutinizing eyes.

Only the fox, with a smile on high heels, came to Lear and greeted Lear easily.

"What should I do." Lear asked the fox coldly.

"Follow me." The fox said with a smile.

She turned around and unreservedly displayed her graceful figure in front of Lear.

Lear did not squint, knowing that at this time, several rifles must have been pointed at him on the city wall.

He followed the fox and walked through the long corridor, without passing the path of the original protagonist, nor did he see any looms or frozen meat storage, but now he is just an outsider to the League of Assassins.

In the end, he was taken by the fox to an office, a luxurious library-like study, and Morgan Foreman, still a middle-aged black man, welcomed Lear with open arms and laughed: "Oh, it seems that we are going to add another general, don't we?"

While joking with the fox, he came to Lear with open arms and stretched out his hand to him: "My name is Sloane, I am the leader of this organization, welcome you, my child." "

I have to say that Sloan is very charismatic as an organizational leader.

He is witty, calm and eloquent.

Whether he sees you or not, as long as you are favorable to him, he will not show any offense to you.

Even for a black household, he was polite and gentle, and when he came up, he felt like a spring breeze.

Because he knew that this black man was useful and advantageous for him.

A smile appeared at the corner of Lear's mouth, but despite this, he still looked very far-fetched.

As if you were forced to say hello to your relatives during the New Year.

As if sensing Lear's reluctance, Sloan let him go with a smile, but turned to introduce the glorious traditions of their organization.

"We are a secret association from a thousand-year-old tradition."

That is to say, your history is less than 1,000 years, right, it sounds quite bluffing, especially easy to scare Americans who have not long history and civilization, but for Chinese, that is, the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, the Water Margin period.

"We are in God's will to assassinate those who hinder human progress."

"You can get full training and rest with us, and for every person you kill, we will give you a sum of money from the association's fund account as a reward and reward."

"Enjoy our benefits and training." Sloan patted Lear on the shoulder meaningfully and said with a smile.

Lear nodded and didn't say much, the more he said in front of this old fox, the more wrong he was.

"Since you brought the man back, then he is in your charge, fox." Sloan casually dropped this little thing on the fox's head.

His words couldn't help but make the fox raise an eyebrow.

She didn't want to bring anyone new with her at all.

Before, it was just a message to come and pass on.

How did she become this kid's babysitter?

But now that things have been assigned, she can't help it.

After helplessly prodding her shoulder, she patted Lear on the shoulder: "Boy, come with me, I'll show you around." Her

words were filled with pride, and she clearly belonged to the organization very highly.

For her, it's not just a job, the organization is her home.

She is proud to work here and proud to be God's surrogate.

She took Lear to a workshop where linen was weaved and every machine was hard at work.

Apparently, a long, long time ago, their predecessors were self-sufficient with these things.

"Every machine here is hundreds of years old, dating back to the Middle Ages, and our predecessors used them for self-sufficiency."

Sure enough, the fox's next sentence was full of pride and introduced to him.

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PS: After sending my sister on the plane in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, our family rushed back to Hunan non-stop on the first day of the new year, and just rested today.