All gods become gods

He would not refuse such kindness, because Winston was also on his wooing list.

Of course, if someone on Zhou Yi's must-kill list showed his favor to Zhou Yi in this way, Zhou Yi would also accept it without hesitation, and then...

When starting, choose the quick and painless mode.

What needs to be done must be done. This is the same as in the last world, even if Zhou Yi took money from the bosses of drug lords and gangsters, he would arrest them backhandedly.

in principle?

If they were really released, that would be to destroy Zhou Yi's principles!

……

"So, Carlos, how are you thinking about that matter?" Zhou Yi asked.

"...I am willing to join the Templars." Carlos said after pondering for a while.

In fact, in his mind, the idea of ​​just finding out those assassins in the League of Assassins who betrayed their fate, and then killing them, while he can still be an assassin, just popped up in his mind.

But immediately, he discarded this unrealistic idea.

Because, he knew that Zhou Yi was definitely not a kind person, and it was impossible for him to do such a business that lost all his money.

Moreover, Zhou Yi said before that the purpose of the Templars is to bring the entire world back to order.

If it weren't for the existence of faith, Carlos would not have been an assassin for so many years.

Is it not good to be an ordinary person, an ordinary person with money, and then marry a wife and have children?

Carlos actually yearns for that kind of life, but he can't do that. He can only cruelly abandon his son, hoping that his son will not enter this world, so that his son can enjoy a normal life .

only……

To be honest, Carlos was also a little helpless with Wesley's performance.

Can you stop being so useless!

Carlos has been struggling.

If Wesley had no one to teach him... I guess he would really go on like this.

But if he taught himself... wouldn't that go against his mother's wishes and bring Wesley back into this dangerous world?

In this way, Carlos has been so frozen and entangled, not knowing how to choose.

If it wasn't for Zhou Yi's arrival, he would not have made a choice until he found out about Sloan's use of the loom, turned against Sloan and defected from the Assassin's League.

But now, he must and is willing to make a choice in advance.

Because, now he has a better way.

"I know you may find it a bit awkward, but for an assassin, taking advantage of fate is the most unbearable thing."

Before Zhou Yi could speak, Carlos continued, "Besides... I've been tired for so many years. I've been looking for a way to exit this world, but there is still no hope."

"It wasn't until you found me not long ago that I slowly figured out that the only way to become an ordinary person and withdraw from this world is to destroy this world."

"You let me see hope, Templar, embrace order. Only by bringing order to the world can we completely destroy this world that has been ruled by assassins and killers!"

"Templar, the flame of hope that will bring hope to this world!"

Carlos said passionately.

However, what was waiting for him was Zhou Yi's long silence.

Zhou Yi: "..."

"What... what's wrong?" Carlos broke the silence with some anxiety, "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

"No, no, no problem, what you said is very good," Zhou Yi sighed, and patted Carlos on the shoulder, "You said very well, the choice I made was indeed correct!"

"Sure enough, the Templars who turned into assassins know the Templars best!"

"I've decided, you will be in charge of the slogan of our Knights Templar from now on!"

Master Assassin = Veteran Templar, this formula is indeed valid, if it weren't for the Veteran Templar, they would definitely not be able to say such reasonable words!

Even before Zhou Yi spread the fire, Carlos had already started to ignite the fire himself!

"Ah?" Carlos was taken aback, "Zhou Yi, don't, Zhou Yi!"

Carlos panicked.

"Ahem, just kidding, don't worry, I'm much more proficient than you in writing propaganda slogans," Zhou Yi waved his hand, stopped joking, and asked with a serious face, "So, now, when do you plan to contact me?" Wesley?"

"Does it have to be like this?" Carlos hesitated again.

"If you plan to fight against the League of Assassins when you become a Templar Knight, your son will be taken away by the League of Assassins, cultivated, and even misled to become our enemy," Zhou Yi spread his hands, "it's up to you."

"...Okay then..." Carlos had no choice but to say, "Do you have any plans?"

Zhou Yi: "???"

"No, Wesley is not my son, you are going to recognize him, not me!" Zhou Yi said in a daze, "You ask me what I plan to do?"

"It's because I have no idea, so I'm asking for your opinion!" Carlos said confidently.

"You are really..." Zhou Yi sighed, but he did understand Carlos' difficulties, "Okay, then, as the guide who guides you into the Knights Templar, let me formulate a detailed plan for you. Let's plan!"

……

Wesley always feels as if someone around him is watching him these days.

However, whenever he had the feeling of being watched in the dark, and looked back in the direction the feeling came from, he could always see nothing, nothing abnormal at all.

This made him think for a while that his anxiety attack was happening again.

Just like now.

Wesley was walking on a dark road.

He had just finished working overtime at the company at the unreasonable request of the fat woman's boss, and it was almost late at night before he returned home.

The exhausted body, the full hunger that has not had dinner until now, and the mental exhaustion caused by enduring the mental attack of the fat woman boss made him fall into extremely negative emotions.

And it was at this time——

Wesley suddenly felt that feeling, the feeling of being watched from the dark, reappeared.

"Huh...huh..."

Wesley's breathing gradually became faster, his heartbeat accelerated, and his blood surged. He felt that his perspective seemed to have a double image, and the things he saw and the sounds he heard also began to slow down.

"Damn it..." Wesley leaned against the wall weakly, and took out a bottle of tranquilizer pills from his pocket, but after opening it, he found that the bottle was empty.

"Fack!" Wesley dropped the bottle, stood up, and walked forward.

However, the usual distance is not too far, but at this time, it seems extraordinarily long, especially, there is a kind of secret gaze that can't be traced at all.

"Huh..." Wesley suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the line of sight.

From his slowed-down perspective, he saw a piece of clothing flashing past the corner of the wall, before disappearing!

Someone really was watching him!

"who is it……"

Wesley felt that his body seemed a little out of his control. He took big steps, then small steps, and stumbled towards the corner. However, this time, in the alley, it was still the situation he had experienced several times before.

Nobody.

"Who the hell! Who's there!" Wesley yelled in a broken voice, "Come out!"

As if he had finished venting his emotions, Wesley lay on the ground a little weakly, breathing quickly to relieve his fast heartbeat.

With no food, no physical strength, and the consumption of a huge assassin bloodline, coupled with emotional tension and exhaustion, Wesley's ability to not faint now has already explained one thing.

He's really, really talented.

At this moment, footsteps sounded, gradually approaching Wesley.

Startled, Wesley tried to sit up.

However, before Wesley sat up, the owner of the footsteps had already arrived in front of Wesley.

"Don't move." The person who came was wearing a hood and pointed a pistol at Wesley.

"Wesley, I've noticed you for a long time."

Chapter 57 Your blood is full of adrenaline, right?

"Who are you?" Wesley asked in panic.

Under the condition of being pointed at the gun, he wanted to relax his body to slow down his heartbeat, and turned on the assassin blood mode by himself!

Under the fatigue condition, his body began to carry the full load again!

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are, Wesley, but before that, you'd better go to sleep..."

Zhou Yi saw that something was wrong with Wesley, and punched him unconscious.

"Are all you assassins like this?" Zhou Yi complained, "Under such circumstances, how can you automatically enter such a state? What about the body's self-protection mechanism? Don't tell me, your body's protection mechanism is to enter such a state Bar?"

"This situation... varies from person to person." Carlos, who was hiding at the side, dared not come out until now, and came to Zhou Yi's side, watching the unconscious Wesley with bitterness on his face.

"His body flows with blood that is purer than mine."

"This is the blood of a ghost. There is not even a drop of blood in this blood. It's all adrenaline!"

Zhou Yi complained, not paying attention to the fact that he also has assassin blood... knight blood.

"Bring him, we have to move on to the next step."

"Are you sure you really want to do that? I'm a little worried about hurting you."

"Are you kidding me? I'm a Templar!"

"...Aren't I the same now?"

"What are you thinking? You haven't gone through the initiation ceremony yet, and you're still just a preliminary knight."

"what?"

"Ah what? You are just a worker now, understand? Worker! Work quickly! If you don't work, Wesley will wake up again. Do you want me to knock him unconscious again?"

Carlos picked up Wesley, followed Zhou Yi, and walked to the next execution location of their plan. Suddenly, he began to feel that his previous decision to join the Knights Templar was not too hasty.

How did you become a part-time job?

As everyone knows, in fact, Zhou Yi is also feeling emotional.

"Speaking of which, I'm also a migrant worker!"

……

"click", "click"

Amidst the slightly rhythmic voice, Wesley opened his eyes slowly.

Focusing, his vision changed from blurred to clear, and Wesley finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.

A dilapidated room, a dusty incandescent lamp, and... a table, and a person with his back turned away, assembling something.

Wesley subconsciously wanted to stand up, but found that he was tied to a pillar and could not move at all.

"Are you awake?" the man asked without turning his head while he was still assembling things.

"...Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?" Wesley struggled in vain before giving up, "I have no money!"

"Of course I know you have no money, and I'm not short of money, Wesley."

With a "click", the man assembled the pistol in his hand, loaded it, turned around, and walked up to Wesley: "I kidnapped you not for money, but for you."

"What... what?" Wesley didn't know how to describe his mood at this time in words.

Someone actually kidnapped him because of himself?

Aren't you a waste?

Zhou Yi: "..."

Why do I always feel that when this sentence is said, Wesley doesn't seem to be afraid at all, but rather happy?

Could it be that……

This person is m?

Think carefully...