All gods become gods

Zhou Yi wanted to drive, but Carlos sternly refused.

Previously, Zhou Yi flew here from the Continental Hotel in New York, and it was Carlos who picked him up.

Then, Zhou Yi discovered that Carlos' car looked very nice.

So, with itchy hands, he showed Carlos a wave of magic tricks of "changing keys with empty hands".

Taking advantage of Carlos' dazed expression and completely confused about the situation, Zhou Yi dragged him to the co-pilot of the car, and then took him on a "comfortable city tour".

after that……

Carlos even turned on the bloodline of the assassin, which barely blocked his dizziness and desire to vomit.

Since then, Carlos has resolutely determined one thing, that is - when he is in the car, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot let Zhou Yi drive!

Carlos was very skeptical. If it was a classic car, according to Zhou Yi's operation method, it would probably have to be scrapped on the road!

"But..." Wesley looked at Carlos, "...uh...my...father, isn't he an assassin?"

It was a bit difficult for Wesley to say the word "father", but he said it anyway.

Carlos' hands trembled slightly, and the car he was carrying trembled.

Before, Wesley didn't cry like this when he was rescued by Carlos.

However, for Carlos, who has watched Wesley grow up for many years, but has never heard Wesley call him that before today, how could it be enough?

"Why don't I drive the car?" Zhou Yi noticed the change just now, and said that he was very worried about Carlos' driving skills, and planned to show him his driving skills as a car god.

"Even if I die, die outside, or just jump out of the car, I won't be able to ride in your car again!" Carlos said seriously.

Hearing this, Zhou Yi gasped.

"Odd and even unchanged?" Zhou Yi tried to ask in Chinese.

There was silence in the car, Wesley and Carlos were stunned.

Zhou Yi heaved a sigh of relief with their puzzled eyes: "It's okay, that's a special code, you don't need to pay attention."

"Code?" Wesley asked curiously, "What's the code for?"

"This is another organization's code, please remember, but don't use it," Zhou Yi said seriously and seriously.

"Once someone who is not from this organization uses this code, at least people and property will be lost, and at worst, it will be wiped out!"

"What kind of organization is so scary?" Wesley shrank his neck.

"Then, it's a long story," Zhou Yi said with emotion, "They're all a group of poor people who can't find their way home..."

"Can you stop talking nonsense?" Carlos said helplessly. He really couldn't stand Zhou Yi fooling his son like a fool...at least he thought so.

"Forget it, the topic is off topic, let's talk about the previous thing," Zhou Yi didn't insist, anyway, it was just a joke.

"Your father Carlos, he was the master assassin of the Assassin Brotherhood before, but because of problems with the leader of the Assassin Brotherhood, he planned to rebel."

Carlos: "..."

Can you use words better!

"Ahem!" Carlos decided to save some of his image, coughing twice, "It's not a betrayal, but the Assassin Brotherhood has deviated from the original principle, they are not fighting for fate, but for profit, so , I disdain to be with them!"

"..." Wesley was silent for a while.

"Isn't that treason?"

Chapter 61 Take the hat of the previous dynasty and wear the official of the current dynasty?

Carlos was out of breath.

Is this really my son?

Why can't you speak?

If it weren't for the lack of seven wolves around his waist and the fact that he was still driving, Carlos would have wanted to perform a "Father's Kindness and Son's Filial Piety" on the spot!

"It may be more appropriate to describe it as abandoning darkness and turning to light," Zhou Yi quickly changed the subject when he saw this, "Let's talk about business, the existence of the Assassin Alliance is because they stick to..."

When the three of them arrived at the warehouse that Zhou Yi bought, Zhou Yi finally performed the last scene they had planned.

That is-"Take Wesley out of the current life, and explain to Wesley the origin and relationship between the Assassin Brotherhood and the Knights Templar, and the reasons why Carlos turned from the dark to the bright."

In any case, in this world, compared to other people, Wesley can be regarded as a relative, and he is still bound to Carlos.

Therefore, if Zhou Yi wants to carry out his own plan, it is totally worth spending some time and energy to make Wesley his own.

As for the warehouse they were in, Zhou Yi bought it directly after he got the "gift" from Winston and solved the funding problem.

Money can turn ghosts around. Zhou Yi just added [-] US dollars to the quotation of the warehouse owner, and the warehouse owner delivered the key within an hour, and said nothing. Didn't ask much.

"Next, this will be our training place for you," Zhou Yi said, "Your talent is very strong, Wesley, but right now, you don't know how to use it."

"Talent means..." Wesley recalled the scene when he could clearly see bullets flying slowly through the air and colliding with each other.

"Is that a strange ability? You say it's something of the blood of an assassin?"

"Yes, Assassin blood can also be called knight blood." Zhou Yi nodded.

"Through what I told you before about the origins of the Knights Templar and the Brotherhood of Assassins, you should also be clear that, in fact, we are all the same kind of people, but we have different ideals and pursuits."

"When this talent is turned on, it will make your heart rate exceed four hundred beats per minute, and send a large amount of adrenaline into your blood, which will make you see more clearly, react faster, and have strength And bigger."

Zhou Yi continued: "However, this will also bring some side effects. To enter this state, you must consume the heat provided by your body for such a functional reaction in the midst of intense actions."

"Otherwise, the excess heat can cause you to have trouble concentrating, rapid blood flow, and so on."

"So, I thought it was an anxiety disorder? Because the symptoms are very similar?" Wesley asked.

"Yes," Zhou Yi said, "Wesley, before you can get in touch with the reality of the world we live in, you need to be able to control the talent you possess, which is not weaker than your father's talent at all."

"So, what should I do?" Wesley asked.

"Your father knows more about these things than I do," Zhou Yi looked at Carlos, "he is a master assassin..."

Zhou Yi said - it's not that he doesn't know how to shoot arcs, but that he respects those poor physicists, so he doesn't show it off!

That's right, it's definitely not that I can't!

Moreover, I have to find new people to spread the fire, how could I have time to teach Wesley?

At most, wait until Carlos teaches Wesley arc shooting, be a bystander, and point out the mistakes in Carlos' teaching process...

Speaking of which, the repairing liquid formula... I also need to compare it to find the loopholes in it!

There are also ultra-long-range fixed-point sniper...

Zhou Yi thought to himself, and quickly arranged those valuable technologies clearly.

"I will teach you... Wesley," Carlos paused, still did not choose to call "son", he was still slightly uncomfortable, "During this period, I will guide you how to become a real assassin."

Zhou Yi: "???"

Take the hat of the previous dynasty and wear the official of this dynasty?

You are so brave!

"Templar!" Zhou Yi corrected with a black line on his face.

"Oh, that's right... Templars..." Carlos quickly changed his words.

Seeing this scene, Wesley suddenly felt that something seemed wrong.

Combined with Zhou Yi's previous introduction of the relationship between the Knights Templar and the Brotherhood of Assassins and the result...

"May I ask..." Wesley looked at the warehouse that was obviously cleaned up in a hurry, and the bad feeling in his heart became stronger. "Where are the rest of our Knights Templar? Won't you come to meet us?"

"Um..." Zhou Yi pondered for a while, "From a loose perspective, our Knights Templar now has three members."

"..." Wesley's eyes widened, pointing to Carlos, himself, and Zhou Yi, "Three? Or from a looser perspective?"

"Yes, but strictly speaking, both of you are still in reserve, and only I am an official Templar." Zhou Yi nodded.

Anyway, Wesley will know about this matter later, and now that it's asked, it doesn't hurt to say it.

As for worrying about him running away... Hehe, you want to run away after getting on my Zhou Yi's thief ship?

Wesley looked at Carlos.

With a heavy heart, Carlos nodded silently.

"...Is there still time for me to go back now?" After a long time, Wesley broke the silence and asked.

"If you plan to be captured and served by a group of assassins just to ask about our whereabouts, I think, yes, of course."

Zhou Yi spread his hands, and used a lie that was so proficient that he didn't need to draw a draft to successfully plunge Wesley into despair.

"So, the three of us are going to kill an organization that has been passed down for thousands of years?"

Even though he knew that he was already on a thief ship and could not get off, Wesley still felt that this matter was a bit unbelievable: "What do you think? Are you crazy?"

"We are also an organization that has been passed down for thousands of years. Considering it in another sense, if we round it up, we are evenly matched!"

Zhou Yi smiled and patted Wesley on the shoulder: "Besides, although there are only three of us now, am I going to recruit others?"

"So, you just accept your father's teaching honestly first, don't worry, I won't let you go to die!"

After all, after settling down, Zhou Yi left the warehouse.

What he said before was not a joke, he was indeed going to recruit people.

Moreover, during the recruitment process this time, he was able to complete the assessment task he received from the Continental Hotel by the way.

If we really want to talk about it, if this operation is successful...Wesley, after that, even if he is driven away, he will not be able to drive him away.

Chapter 62 This wave you are on the first floor

After Zhou Yi left.

Carlos looked at Wesley, who had been looking at him, feeling a little helpless.

"If you have anything to ask, just ask."

"...I always feel very unreliable..." Wesley thought for a while before speaking.

"You don't think it's reliable, why?" Carlos asked while picking up a gun from the table and began to check it.

"Is it because you think what we are about to do is impossible to achieve, or is it because what we are doing now is too different from what you idealized?"

"...There is a little bit of it." Wesley nodded hesitantly.

"About what we are about to do, if I am not sure, I will not bring you in."

Carlos said, "You think this is impossible, but in fact...the Assassin Brotherhood, there are now less than 100 people."

Wesley: "???"

So, how did two organizations that have been passed down for thousands of years get mixed up like this?

Probably seeing Wesley's confusion, Carlos explained: "Do you remember what I said in the car about the purpose of the Assassin Brotherhood?"

"Freedom, destiny, and... kill one, save a thousand?" Wesley recalled.

"Yes, so you should understand how difficult it is to persist in such a belief."

"In so many years of inheritance, although they won the war with the Templars, the assassins themselves also suffered heavy losses."

"Without enemies, there will be no struggle, so new blood will gradually decrease."

"However, this does not mean that our task is light." Carlos said.

"With less than 100 members, the Brotherhood of Assassins is still one of the least messable organizations in the world."

"Because, every assassin has a strong fighting ability, and has the blood of an assassin like us, but the time that each person can activate and the effect of the increase are different."

"So, the task is not impossible, but it's not easy. Moreover, we can win over some people who still believe in the Assassin faith. All of this will take time."

Carlos put the gun back on the table and said, "And about what we're doing now..."

"I can probably guess what you are thinking. Maybe you think that the world of killers should be just like in the movie, with fair and aboveboard, beauties in fragrant cars, sunglasses and suits... Then, while talking and laughing, you can kill and leave in a relaxed way." go?"

Carlos shook his head: "Most of those people are idiots, and they won't survive the next day, Wesley."

"Except for the vast majority of idiots, there are also some people who can indeed achieve this level. There are only a handful of such people, and even I dare not do that."

"Remember, everything needs to be obtained through hard work. This is why I don't want to bring you into this world, because you need to put in ten times and a hundred times more effort than ordinary people, and you still risk your life. In the end, you can become the one-in-a-million master assassin."

"Your talent is very strong, Wesley, but talent is not enough. You still need to work hard and train to reach the level you imagined."

"Even you...can't?" Wesley asked in surprise. In his opinion, Carlos was already very strong.