The End of Marvel's Seraph

Crossing a bridge, Sloan drove into the textile mill.

The huge castle-like building in front of you presents a very heavy texture, giving people an illusion of time and space, as if the castle has been standing for centuries.

In fact.

This castle is truly centuries old, and has been with the organization since the day it existed, witnessing its growth.

After walking through the complicated corridors, Sloan came to a locked room.

Taking out the key, opening the lock, Sloan walked into the room.

The room is large and the ceiling is very high. But the room was very empty. In the huge space, there was only a huge loom placed in the center.

Miraculously, this quaint loom is running on its own without anyone operating it.

Sloan walked to the loom and reached out to touch the loom's body.

Then, he took out a knife from his pocket, lightly made a cut with his palm, and then pressed his palm to the body of the loom.

The loom actually produced a suction force out of thin air, constantly absorbing Sloan's blood. Sloan's hair suddenly gained a hint of silver, and his skin and complexion darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If you want to activate the loom of destiny, break its independent laws, and artificially shape the goal of destiny. What is absorbed is not just blood, but also lifespan!

While being sucked blood, Sloan also began to imagine his goal this time in his mind.

The information about the mission target that Kingpin gave him before was too vague, and it could even be said that there was no useful information at all.

But fortunately, the magic of the Destiny Loom is enough to make up for this shortcoming. As long as he imagines it, the loom will automatically generate information about the target.

The spindle on the loom was flying like flying, and a piece of cloth was woven in a few seconds.

Sloane cut out a small piece of cloth and translated the message through a special set of codes.

After a few minutes, Sloan put down the cloth in his hand and looked serious.

"Qian·····Xiao?"

After opening the door and walking out, Sloan came to the conference room and summoned the most elite assassins in the organization.

Yes, the textile factory has always been just a cover-up. Their organization is actually an assassin organization! And he is also well-known in the assassin world, the elite among the elite, with a history of nearly a thousand years——

Brotherhood of Assassins!

Soon, several of the most elite assassins in the organization rushed to the conference room.

Sloan slapped a piece of paper with name, location, time and other information on the table, and said to the members of the organization seriously:

"We have a very troublesome mission this time! The opponent is a very powerful and ruthless character! It is very difficult to deal with! Everyone knows our rules, so I won't say more."

"One word! Who is going?"

Listening to Sloan's words, below, a young man looked eager to try.

But as soon as he made a move, he was pinned down by a sexy beauty next to him.

But Sloan still noticed Wesley's little move.

"Wesley, you want to try?"

"Well~ Sloan, I think I can give it a try. I've been training for so long! It's time for me to have a real battle. This may be more beneficial to me becoming a real assassin."

Sloan ignored him and turned to look at the sexy beauty next to Wesley.

"It doesn't matter what you say. You have to say you can do it before the fox can do it."

"What? Who stipulated this?"

"I!"

Sloan looked at the impatient Wesley and said slowly:

"So Mr. Wesley, have you now learned to control your powers and bend bullets?"

"Uh~ What about this?"

Wesley's words suddenly stuck in his mouth.

"I think I'm ready! At least that's what my intuition tells me."

Sloan gave Wesley a deep look and said, "Follow me."

Sloan took Wesley and Fox to the place where they usually practice shooting.

This is the slaughterhouse in the back kitchen of the factory, and there are pigs cut into half fans everywhere.

The fox hung half a fan of pork on the hook, and then pushed it to the target not far away, blocking the target.

"bring it on."

Wesley picked up the gun on the table in front of him, breathed gently, and began to regain his composure.

Under Wesley's concentration, the world in his eyes took on a different kind of clarity.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment...

Wesley raised the gun, swung it in a swing, and pulled the trigger.

"Oh!"

The bullet spun out of the gun.

ejaculated into the pig's body.

Ok.

Wesley failed...

Sloan and Fox looked at Wesley at the same time, which made Wesley who had just made a bold statement feel really embarrassed.

Wesley covered his face with his hands depressedly, looking very disappointed.

The fox sighed, walked forward, and stood in front of the pork fan as a shield.

"Fox, what do you want to do?"

"Shoot me."

"you······"

"Shoot me!"

The fox's tone became more serious. Wesley held the gun, but couldn't lift it.

"You must be crazy!"

Still unable to shoot, Wesley turned around and took a deep breath.

After several seconds, Wesley calmed down.

Suddenly, he turned around, rushed forward, and raised the hand holding the gun, drawing a huge circle in the air.

Meanwhile, Wesley pulled the trigger.

"Oh!"

The bullet spun out from the muzzle of the gun, and the air flow caused by it blew up the tips of the fox's hair, drawing a smooth and strange arc in the air, and shot into the center of the target.

The fox laughed.

Sloan laughed.

Wesley laughed too.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Look, I did it! Haha!"

Sloan gently patted the excited Wesley on the shoulder, "Congratulations! Wesley, as long as you can use it once, you will remember that feeling forever."

Sloan handed Wesley the piece of paper with the target list in his hand.

"Then, Mr. Wesley, please go meet your first target in your assassin career!"

As he spoke, he looked at the fox again.

"Fox, you go too! The other party is in some trouble. If Wesley loses, it's up to you to take action."

"understand!"

Wesley excitedly took the information sheet and went out with the fox.

When Sloan was the only one left in the room, he took out a rarely used mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a mysterious number.

"Don't worry, people have been dispatched. Please call over the second batch of funds!"

Not long after hanging up the phone, a man opened the door and walked behind Sloan.

If Wesley were here, he would recognize this as the member of the organization who teaches him firearms and shooting, [Gunsmith].

"[Cleft Lip] was killed!"

"It's him?"

Sloan was not surprised at all by [Gunsmith]'s words.

"The wound was in the heart, and the bullet couldn't be traced. But the angle of the shot was perfect, and I couldn't think of anyone other than [the cross]!"

Sloan frowned after listening to the gunsmith's words.

"He wants to kill us all by himself!"

The gunsmith said in a sad tone: "He is too strong! And he is very sharp! Everyone who comes close to him will be discovered by him, and then he will kill him without mercy!"

"But isn't this what we train Wesley for?"

Sloan put his hands behind his back and sighed.

"He is a special existence! In this world, [the cross] is the only one that will not kill him. This task can only be completed by him!"

"When he comes back, train him harder! I will also give him more tasks. He is still too young now!"

After that, Sloan walked out of the room.