The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

Arya runs wild in the woods in suburban New York.

——In the game, the protagonist can hide in the branches and leaves of plants, even if there is only knee-high grass, as long as you squat in when the enemy does not see you, and when they pass by you again, you will be selectively blind.

Although sometimes they also choose to check it out.

In short, this ability is very suitable for escaping.

Between the deep dense forest and the cloudy sea of ​​clouds, the eagle spread its wings and soared in the wind and rain. People on the ground occasionally stopped for a while, and switched to the eagle-eyed perspective to observe the people around them. After going back and forth several times, within a radius of more than [-] meters , There are no more people and machines following her.

Before Arya had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the sound of tires rolling over the asphalt road was vaguely heard through the layers of forest.

The off-road vehicle turned off its headlights, and the people inside were fully armed, driving on autopilot, and holding a tablet or similar electronic equipment. After a short observation, they suddenly turned around and drove towards the forest.

—Another killer!

Arya did not forget the conversation in the interrogation room. In fact, she kept repeating those few sentences in her mind——

There are mutants up for business.

This probably means that there is at least one mutant killer who also wants to kill him to get the money. Of course, there may be more than one person, and there are not only mutants among the killers.

Not long ago, she personally cut off perhaps the only way to get help, and she had to pay the corresponding price for it, at least to bear the risk.

For example, if you face a killer hiding in the dark alone, you may lose your life.

This kind of thing is always rewarding.

She connected to the eagle's vision, and in the shortest possible time, based on the abilities she had mastered and the tips on the game page, she reluctantly made a very rough plan that was likely to work, turned around and ran out of the forest.

Arya lightly climbed up a tall building under construction, the building without doors and windows is extremely easy to climb——

She could feel that her body was still in peak condition, and she was not tired from running for a long time, and she could easily touch the height of the upper floor every time she jumped.

This experience is very strange.

Arya once thought that people who suddenly acquired superpowers should try to explore cautiously, but...

When you really gain the ability, feel the endless power filling your limbs, and when your worry and weakness disappear, you will become unscrupulous and eager to try.

She squatted on the steel frame outside the building, condescendingly looking at the forest in the wind and the road under the lights, and the off-road vehicle that had shrunk countless times approached.

The cold wind with drizzle was blowing towards her face, the girl raised her head to stare at the dark sky without stars and moon, the eagle landed on the scaffolding beside her, tilting her head to look at her.

"As long as I can decide my fate, I have no fear of life and death," Arya's hand hangs down with strands of golden light gathering, "What do you think?"

The killer got out of the car, and she also stood up and jumped off.

At this moment, Arya seemed to feel the joy of flying again.

She fell straight outside the high-rise building, and the walls covered with gauze and steel frames blurred into a ball behind her. In the distance was the Hudson River rolling in the night. The cruise ships on the water and the lighthouse on the river bank were as small as stars. The lights of the fire, so bright and so bright on the other side of Manhattan.

The girl clenched the broken spear in her hand, and the orange-red light tore through the broken rain curtain and the icy air——

When the killer raised his head, it was too late. The sharp blade passed through the fragile neck from top to bottom, and came out from behind.

This high-altitude assassination feels...

With her free hand, she grabbed the front of the grip, pulled the weapon out, fumbled for a few pieces of equipment from the body, and unceremoniously drove off in the killer's car.

Arya drove back to Manhattan in a hurry, took off her blood-stained coat and entered the hotel. Fortunately, no one here was preparing to ambush her. Unfortunately, the room card seemed to be lost again.

The bleak figure of the black-haired girl stood in the corridor, "..."

I fumbled through all the pockets of my coat and trousers, and found that all the wallets from the killers had disappeared, leaving only a few unused coins from the car just now——

In the next second, she felt that she had caught something in her hand.

Arya took her hand out of her pocket and found that the electronic room card was in her palm.

"..."

She used perspective to confirm that there was no one behind the wall, then opened the door of the room, and began to dig out her pockets suspiciously after entering the door.

Ten minutes later, Arya understood what was going on.

After all, the game is not the same as the reality, and there will be some unscientific settings. For example, in "Assassin's Creed: Odyssey", the protagonist can run around the world with dozens of heavy weapons and equipment, and at the same time wear Apples, wine jugs, honey jars, metal statues, animal skins, and more, stolen from someone's home or street fair.

This is almost the biggest good news today.

The oversized backpack in the game, projected into reality, is really an extremely convenient ability.

After taking a bath and changing clothes, she packed the laptop on the table and the small suitcase spread out on the ground one after another. From the perspective of others, these items disappeared out of thin air in her hands, and suddenly appeared again when she took them out .

Most of the previous worries faded away.

After checking out, Aaliyah looked at another hotel key card that was taken from the killer, and was about to take a look, hoping to find clues about her employer.

The night was getting darker, layers of coolness permeated in the wind, and the silk-like rain was blown to pieces, flying left and right in the lights of passing vehicles.

There is still a lot of people near the fork in 53rd Street. There is a long row of food trucks along the road. There are still many tourists and pedestrians on the street at this time. There are queues of various shapes around the food trucks. The turbulent wind and rain have not covered up the food. aroma.

Arya had eaten a sandwich and drank a cup of bitter black coffee before she was blown up, and was almost starving now.

The girl quickly got into the crowd and started to line up.

The sales speed of the dining car is very fast, there is no need to wait for a long time, and the number of people in front of it decreases rapidly. She doesn't like to carry a pile of change coins, and she takes out her bank card when she sees a credit card machine.

"Rice? Yellow rice, chicken, um... no hot sauce, how about tzatziki juice?"

A boy with brown curly hair is choosing a match, and his voice sounds fresh and energetic.

He was standing in front, not very tall, and when he turned his head to stare at the billboard, he had a baby face and bright eyes with warm color.

The boy noticed that the people behind were staring at him, "Hi, sorry, I rarely buy this, I hope you are not too hungry..."

His words paused, as if he had just seen the appearance of the girl behind him, "I mean, hi."

"Hello," Alia said casually in a good mood, "It's okay, so are you a tourist? It doesn't sound like it."

"No, I'm not, I live here, I mean, I live in New York, but not Manhattan, and today...it's the weekend," he paused slightly, "I'm here to have fun, how about you?"

"I... I live near here, but may be moving soon."

The boss behind the dining car shouted and handed over the barbecue platter in a box, "Six dollars, thank you."

"Okay okay."

As he spoke, the boy turned his backpack in front of him and reached for his wallet.

Then, he turned the dusty backpack inside and out, but there was still no penny in his hand. The boss was still holding the lunch box, waiting patiently for him to find his wallet.

"God, I thought it wouldn't be this time..." Surprise and frustration appeared on the boy's face successively, "I'm really sorry, sir, I lost my wallet, maybe, maybe...can you give it to the people behind , I don’t buy it.”

Arya saw him lower his head in disappointment, "Let me help you pay, anyway, it's only six yuan."

"No, no, it's really okay," the boy quickly shook his head, "I'm fine, I'm not hungry at all—"

As soon as the words fell, Arya heard his stomach growling, obviously disagreeing with this statement at all.

The girl smiled kindly, and shook the bank card in her hand, "Take it, I'll order another one, and we'll pay together."

After 1 minute, Alia inserted the card into the machine, entered the PIN, and watched a long string of receipts protruding from the card reader. In this case, the payment was obviously failed.

Arya: "...???"

She tried again in disbelief, but it still failed, and the balance was insufficient.

Arya: "..."

This is impossible!

The girl pinched the bank card with a pale face, feeling unbelievable.

There is a five-figure deposit on this card, and it is bound to the accounts of various online shopping platforms. It is impossible to not even have twelve dollars!

However, Alia lost her mobile phone in the explosion, and now she can't check the balance immediately. She can only quickly take out the cash and stuff it with the boss while everyone is watching, and leave with a lunch box and change full of doubts.

The boy followed her, "Hey, I haven't said thank you yet... are you okay? By the way, I'm Peter."

The latter was very confused, "I'm fine, I think my card may have been swiped by someone, I have to go back and have a look, oh, nice to meet you, Peter, I'm Arya."

Peter felt that the other party's situation might be much more serious. After all, it was not the first time he lost money. In order to reduce the loss, he usually only brought a little cash, "Sorry, I'm going to catch the subway, I actually live in Queens, by the way, Thank you again and I will pay you back next time."

Arya didn't pay much attention to the part of paying back the money, not to mention that he didn't live in Manhattan, even if he lived on this street, they might not have the chance to meet again.

The girl forced herself to show a miserable smile, "...goodbye."

……

On the other side of Manhattan, the roof of Stark Tower was brightly lit.

Around the laboratory, the high-tech composite privacy glass cuts off prying eyes from the outside world. The owner of this building and the entire Stark Industries is sitting next to the operating table, flipping through the projections floating in the air.

The images are from the murder scene at Avengers Base, where two people have been identified.

"That person is right, they are all international killers."

Tony Stark stared at their files, as well as the shocking mission records. The flickering light and shadow were projected on his iris, and the rows of data kept scrolling, showing the numerous crimes of the two dead.

"Isn't this obvious? A psychic who can manipulate other people's consciousness can control the technicians so he can hack the surveillance system. I also participated in the design of the base's security system. Almost impossible."

He reached out and knocked on the edge of the console. When he spoke, his expression was calm, but the confidence in his tone couldn't be more confident, "Another person... the illusionist."

Captain America's steady voice came from the other end of the communication channel, "Is it related to the Italian Mafia?"

"He thought it was a secret, but I can find out that he defected from Pengo Lie. He booked a hotel until tomorrow and even bought an air ticket. Obviously he didn't dare to stay in New York for an extra day."

Steve from the Avengers Base nodded and looked at the transmitted information, "Vongola's assassination team... maybe Balian's people are chasing him."

"Maybe," Tony cut another picture, the only living person at the scene, the unconscious female agent, "how is she?"

"I've woken up, and my memory is stuck in yesterday, and I don't even remember why I appeared in the interrogation room," Steve shook his head. "She's not in a very good condition, but it's not too bad. She has a slight concussion and Fractured skull, but recoverable."

"Speaking of which, I recreated the combat process."

In the video of the incident, the non-existent murderer is composed of a virtual projection, which was established after various calculations.

The audience quietly watched the restored video of the incident. Although it was just a simulated figure without a real face and a few short combat actions, they could feel a kind of uncomfortable madness from the reconstructed fight, and from the scene Judging from the number of bullets, this person was shot several times, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

"Can you find out who the target of their last mission was?"

The other party was talking about the two international killers.

Tony casually clicked to open a new window, "It is said that the competition in this industry is also very fierce, usually several people will take on a task at the same time, so one person will also accept several tasks at the same time, and the most important thing is..."

"what?"

"Their latest mission targets," he swiped across a few pictures, his tone a little heavy, "one was poisoned in a hotel in the morning, one was killed in a private jet crash three hours ago, and one... died in an explosion at noon today .”

These three people were really dead, and there was no suspicion at all, so Tony didn't send the information.

There was a moment of silence between the two superheroes for the information, they have done a lot for this world, however, no one can really remove all the darkness, innocent people keep dying.

Captain America has other tasks, so the communication is over.

Tony looked at the photo of two bodies with fatal wounds.

"Sir," his smart butler and assistant spoke in a pleasant British accent, "weapon recovery has been completed."

According to the wounds of the corpse, the weapon that caused the death can be restored to the greatest extent. In many cases, this action is not necessary. After all, there are countless informal purchase channels in the United States and guns of unknown origin, including many prohibited cold weapons.

However, the situation is a bit special now.

"So this person," Tony looked at the three-dimensional structure diagram with a complicated expression, and the ancient weapon was lifelike, "completed the massacre with a spear that looked like it was made by the Assyrians... She came from Did it come back to life in ancient Greece?!"

and many more.

"—Call Miss Prince for me."

The author has something to say:

*The Odyssey does not use the Hidden Sword, the assassination is to use the Broken Spear, and it is amazing that this weapon can also add attributes.

Regarding backstab or high-altitude assassination, I especially like to play this way in the AC series. Although Odyssey has level suppression, you may not be able to kill in seconds if the level is poor-this is actually very complaining. Imagine that you touch the tent of a Spartan/Athens soldier in the middle of the night , After the soldier was pierced by a spear through his throat, he got up to fight you with blood on his face... If it was in reality, it would be really scary!

Although the scariest thing is probably the chicken in the market (hey, this setting seems very familiar x