The End of Marvel's Seraph

Textile Factory No. 17.

In a simple room deep in the castle, there are several small pools neatly arranged on the stone brick floor.

The strange thing is that although the temperature in the room is not low, there is a layer of white ice on the surface of the pool.

Suddenly, the ice broke in one of the pools, and Wesley sat up from the pool. His whole body was trembling, and he kept breathing white air from his mouth.

Wesley gently touched the wound on his chest and said with lingering fear: "The effect of this recovery pool is really good! It's just too cold!"

Touching the wound, Wesley suddenly thought of something. He quickly lifted up his clothes, exposing the bullet holes.

At this time, new granulation had grown out of the wound, and the bullet was pushed to the surface of the body. Wesley endured the pain and reached out to pull out the bullet.

Wesley grinned and looked at the strangely shaped piece in front of him. A silver bullet with a spiral hollow tail. Thinking of the thoughtful look that Cross looked at him before leaving, Wesley's eyes showed a look of thinking.

"What on earth do you mean?" Wesley held the bullet in his hand, looked up at the ceiling, and muttered to himself.

The brotherhood's library has a huge data inventory as high as a mountain. As a formal member, Wesley naturally has permission to enter the library.

After days and nights of tireless searching, Wesley finally found the information about the strange bullet.

Looking at one of the passages in the information, Wesley felt that he might understand the meaning of the cross.

"Is that what you mean?"

Armed with bullets, Wesley went to Sloan's office.

To his surprise, the fox was here too. And she seemed to be discussing something with Sloan, because as soon as Wesley came in, the two of them suddenly fell silent.

But Wesley couldn't care so much now. The bullet thing had been lingering in his mind, lingering, and the more he thought about it, the more he cared about it.

"What's the matter? Wesley." Sloan asked.

He stepped forward, handed the bullet in the transparent bag to Sloan, and showed it to him.

"what happened?"

"This bullet was the one that hit me in Cross, and it is the only bullet he fired that can be traced to its source."

After hearing Wesley's words, the expressions on Sloan's and the fox's faces became serious.

"I checked the information in the library and found that this kind of bullet is rare because only the top firearms masters can control it. The person who made this kind of bullet is a man named Pekovsky."

As he spoke, Wesley also took out an old photo from his pocket and handed it to Sloan, which he found in the folder of the book that recorded the bullets.

"According to information, he worked in a remote monastery in eastern Moravia, and his studio was located in the monastery."

"What's even more coincidental is that the Assassin Brotherhood was born here!"

Sloan frowned after hearing the information Wesley said. "Wesley, do you have any ideas?"

Wesley said with firm eyes: "I think he is laughing at me! He wants to warn me! I must respond to this."

The fox put it bluntly: "He is setting a trap for you!"

Sloan took over, "Lead you to a place he is familiar with."

"No! That's not the case, I understand..."

Wesley wanted to explain something, but stopped himself and didn't say anything. After thinking for a few seconds, he changed his statement.

"Sloan, isn't that why you trained me? To kill the cross! This is what motivates me to work so hard."

What Wesley said did make sense. Sloan thought about it and relaxed.

"Okay, but you can't go alone."

"No!"

Wesley subconsciously refused without thinking.

Wesley explained to Sloan: "If I hadn't gone alone, he wouldn't have shown up, and he's not stupid!"

Seeing that Sloan was a little moved, Wesley continued: "As far as I know, more than one member of the Brotherhood has died in the hands of the cross, right? Do you know? I have now regarded this task as mine. Responsibility, my mission.”

"Let me go! I'm the one you hired to do this! I have special potential, and only I can kill him. This is what you said to me yourself. If there are any more members of the Brotherhood, Killed by a cross, I'll think it's my responsibility, they died because of me! Okay? Sloane, please!"

Looking at Wesley with sincere eyes, Sloan thought for a long time. Eventually, Sloan relented.

"Ok."

He took out a hit list and handed it to Wesley.

It has the name of the cross written on it.

"You really don't need help? I can ask the fox to accompany you."

Wesley took the assassination list and refused with a smile, "It's really not necessary. The highest goal of everything is to kill the cross. He is a very powerful guy, so you have to be careful."

"I understand, go ahead, Mr. Wesley, and wish you success."

"Thank you!"

Wesley took the assassination list, turned and left the room.

The moment he closed the door, Wesley let out a long breath. Then, intense cold sweat suddenly broke out from his forehead.

Holding the thin assassination list in his hand, Wesley's hands were shaking a little.

Wesley had to admit, he was a little scared. Because a terrible thought just occurred in his mind:

He asked a man to find the cross, not out of caution at all. He wanted to meet the Cross alone without the Assassin Brotherhood around!

He knew this idea was crazy, but he just did it subconsciously.

He could never forget the way Cross looked at him before he left that night, full of meaning, as if he wanted to tell him some story.

"almost."

Suppressing his thoughts, Wesley left Sloan's office.

"I don't think this is a good idea!"

In the room, Fox expressed his different opinions.

"Do you think he's qualified?"

Sloane glanced at the fox and said nonchalantly. "I originally asked you to bring him back, so this issue is for you to decide."

Sloan didn't seem to be trying to stop Wesley.

"But compared to the cross, his strength is like an immature child!" Fox raised his voice.

"In fact, no one in the Assassin Brotherhood is stronger than the Cross! Everyone is just a child in front of him! Even [Mr. One was killed by the cross.”

Sloan rebutted Fox mercilessly.

"When we brought Wesley from the beginning, we never expected him to become stronger than the cross! That's not the reason at all, right?"

"You and I both know that we found Wesley because he is the son of the Cross! He is the only assassin in the world who can assassinate the Cross, but will not be killed by the Cross!"

Sloan stared at the fox with sharp eyes like a knife, and almost growled the secret.

"This matter is so decided!"

Having said that, if Qian Xiao knew about the conversation between Sloan and Fox, she would definitely cry out that it was a pity. It's a pity that Wesley doesn't have the habit of leaning on doors to eavesdrop, otherwise he would have known the truth in advance that he was kept in the dark.

Knowing that there was no room for negotiation, the fox turned her head to the side and stopped talking.

Sloan ignored Fox's mood and took out another assassination list from the drawer of his desk and handed it to Fox.

"what is this?"

The fox took over the assassination list, but his eyes widened when he saw the name on it.

【Wesley Allen Gibson】

"What's this!"

Fox looked at Sloan and asked sharply.

Sloan replied calmly: "Your next mission."

"Can······"

Just as the fox was about to say something, Sloan raised his hand to stop him.

"Fox, when we first joined the Brotherhood, we all swore an oath to follow the guidance of the loom of fate, regardless of reason, only to seek fate. Have you not forgotten?"

The fox was silent.

After a long time, she reached out and took the assassination list and silently walked out of Sloan's office.