[Comprehensive] The Last Assassin

The "bleeding effect," what researchers at the animus project call an "unresolved hysteria."The specific manifestations are a series of mental illnesses such as seeing phantoms, being unable to distinguish between the past and reality, losing oneself, mental madness, and personality breakdown.

In such a situation, it seems that the genetic memory exploration instrument used by the animus is not yet perfect. The instrument stimulates the genes and nerves too much. If the blood is not strong, it will easily fall into the "bleeding effect" and then go crazy.

Shen Qiong looked at the experiment logs that Tony threw to her, and saw the "crazy diaries" of countless possible descendants of assassins.The Templars described the failures of those experiments in this way—the test subject No. xx, with thin blood, was overwhelmed, and the bleeding effect became more serious after three days. It was suggested to give up and select a new test subject.

"They are all descendants of assassins." Tony was fully awake. He leaned against the wall, crossed his arms and looked at Shen Qiong indifferently. "It seems that they want to build an empire of assassins and attack you from within."

Shen Qiong read all the results of the seven subjects recorded in this notebook without missing a line, pursed the corners of her lips, and said softly: "In fact, North America has already done it, and we don't have many strongholds left."

Unlike the Templars who were used to recruiting, most of the Assassins came from inheritance.Assassins really need to change. In order to fight against the growing enemy, Shen Qiong heard that some assassin strongholds have begun to use the Internet to recruit those who conform to the creed, and after training, they become new assassins.The person who performs this task is called a "bishop".

After contacting the Canadian branch, Henry Fry once told Shen Qiong that if North America really cannot be saved, the Canadian "bishop" would be her last resort.

If Shen Qiong still had this idea before, but when she saw a series of ordinary people who were found to have the blood of the legendary master assassin driven to madness in the records, she felt that there was no need for her to choose a retreat.

Either destroy the Templars in North America, or soak this inch of land with your own blood and smash it to pieces.

Shen Qiong said: "I will convey this news to the branch as soon as possible. No matter what the ultimate goal of the Templars is, the descendants of the Assassins should not be reduced to their experimental products."

Tony was not surprised that Shen Qiong would say this, he just nodded perfunctorily, staring at her: "What about you?"

Shen Qiong was surprised by this man's sensitivity, she paused, and then asked: "Mr. Stark, I know you are a genius. With this research manual, can you help me make this instrument?"

Tony cursed secretly: "I'm not a geneticist!"

He stared at Shen Qiong closely: "What do you want this thing for?"

Shen Qiong hesitated: "My parents died because of the Pieces of Eden. If I can read the genetic memory, I have my parents' genes, then I can know what they are—"

Tony interrupted her: "What about the 'bleeding effect'?"

Shen Qiong said: "I'm different from ordinary people, I'm a qualified assassin, so I think—"

"What's the difference, do you have more guts or a brain?"

Tony Stark has always been handsome in front of Shen Qiong, but at this moment his brown eyes are full of anger that Shen Qiong doesn't understand.For the first time, this hero who relied on his own wisdom to have the power to protect others disregarded Shen Qiong's identity, took two steps forward, lifted her collar with one hand, and pushed her against the wall!Shen Qiong could see the suppressed anger deep in his pupils, as well as the pressure in her throat, restraining herself so as not to hurt her fingers.

Tony Stark stared at her, sneering: "Joan Fry, who do you think you are? God? No, God is not like you. He is a big guy with blond hair and blue eyes who wields a hammer."

"You are just an ordinary person who is stronger than ordinary people. You will die if you rip your throat, and you will go crazy if you smash your skull! The only difference between you and those test subjects is that you are strong enough to not Become an experimenter! But you tell me now, you want to turn yourself into a test subject for a clue?"

Shen Qiong stared at Tony calmly, stretched out his hand away from him, stared at him, and then said as a matter of course: "Then don't let it have such a negative effect."

Tony's words froze, his expression was strange: "what?"

Shen Qiong straightened her neckline, and said slowly: "I believe you are smarter than the Templars, and can research ways to reduce side effects faster than them." She tilted her head and smiled at Tony, looking cute and Damn: "After all, you are Tony Stark."

"And I'm Joan Frye." She reached out and patted Tony on the shoulder, "I believe in you, and you should also believe in me."

Tony stares at her, fingers outstretched - looks a lot like beating her up.When Shen Qiong was wondering if he would really do it, Tony began to hesitate again.

In the end, he sighed heavily, gave up on clenching his fist, and glanced at Shen Qiong with disgust on his face: "Forget it."

Shen Qiong blinked: "What is it, it doesn't matter, come on, I'll fight with you."

Tony Stark looked at the girl in high spirits, and immediately remembered Natasha Romanov who knocked down his security captain.The rich man's expression suddenly became a little subtle, he opened his mouth, pointed at Shen Qiong and asked tentatively: "Aren't you going to fight back?"

"Or you won't fight back before I put on the armor?"

Shen Qiong wanted to agree when she heard the words, but she thought about the power of Iron Man, her words turned around in her throat, and she smiled ambiguously: "It's okay, I will try not to hurt your face when I fight back."

Tony: "???"

Tony wanted to applaud Shen Qiong's shamelessness!If he hadn't been sure that he was cured and his hearing was healthy, he would have suspected that the person who asked him to develop animus was not Shen Qiong!How could someone in this world still ask for such an attitude? (Natasha: Yes, you are not such a person yourself.) How did she live to this age without being beaten to death by others?

Oh, she can fight.

Tony thought nonchalantly.

Iron Man finally accepted the notebook and waved at the assassin in front of him.

Probably because I finally understand that I need others, and I can't get too carried away.The black-haired girl hesitated for a moment, but obediently leaned over.Tony glanced at her, reached out and rubbed her hair, smiled under her confused eyes, but changed his face instantly, pointed to the window and said coldly: "I need to rest, so you can go home." Trying Mr. Stark, who got back to the city, was condescending, and he stretched his tone with the corner of his mouth pressed, "now!"

Shen Qiong showed an unbelievable expression. She stared at the great and wise Mr. Stark for a while, but obediently rolled over the window.

Oh, it's just so spineless to ask for help.

At this time, the early yang is just rising, and the golden light is everywhere.

Warren Worthington squatted on the clock tower on Newbury Street in Boston, the sunlight was separated into light and dark by the big copper clock.Warren sat in the sun, with one leg propped up and the other hanging casually outside the building.The huge wings behind him are colored by the sunlight. If he didn't hold the iron jug in his hand, I think this picture would look more appropriate to Raphael's angel.

At least Mordred thought so.

Heavy military boots stepped on the reinforced concrete floor of the tower. The black-clothed knight stood in the shadows, with one hand stuck in the windbreaker. He raised his head and scanned the mighty mutant from top to bottom.

"Warren Kenneth Worthington."

The knight stopped in his tracks, facing the sharp gaze of the blond youth, he even reluctantly raised his hands as a symbol of harmlessness.He seemed to have thought of something interesting, he smiled, and under the cold expression of the other party, he restrained himself a moment ago, and then said casually: "Worthington III actually lives in such a place, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, I'm afraid who I don't believe it either."

Warren was too lazy to talk nonsense with strangers, so he went ahead, "Who are you and why are you looking for me?"

Mordred stopped looking around provocatively, turned to look at Warren, squinted and said, "I'm here to invite you."

Warren sneered when he heard the words: "Magneto or Xavier?" He sat down again, opened his wine can, "Sorry, I'm used to doing it alone, if it's a donation issue, please contact my secretary and let her Come to me with the documents you need to sign."

"No, I'm just looking for you." Mordred said, "I said, I'm looking for Warren Worthington."

"As for why." The dark knight laughed, but his laughter was full of gloom and concealed violence, "It is so that you can find me in the future."

Warren paused slightly, then raised his eyes to look at the man again.

At this time the sun had completely risen, and the sunlight diffused over the huge bronze bell, and had a chance to jump on his short black hair and blue pupils.

His blue pupils were as solid as ice, but inside they burned with a flame of vengeance that even Warren found terrible.

So Warren rolled his eyes: "I don't work with lunatics."

"Really?" The knight nodded indifferently. Before leaving, he finally frowned at Warren and said, "If you change your mind and need my help, Caliban can help you find me."

"The exorcist guild is looking forward to the visit of the 'angel'." His expression was gloomy, as if deliberately emphasizing: "Remember, I am Mordred."

Shen Qiong went to Dick's apartment at lunch time.

When she opened the window and came in from the outside, Shen Qiong was still thinking that Dick was indeed the adopted son of Bruce Wayne, and he could afford a high-end apartment with perfect security, so it took her a little effort to get in.Shen Qiong called a few times in the room, but seeing no one answered, she guessed that the matter with Dick was not over yet, and she hadn't come back yet.After thinking about it, she decided to wait for him here, and find out if she had lunch by the way.

Shen Qiong opened the refrigerator and found several barrels of instant noodles inside!

The homesick and timid Shen Qiong immediately prepared to boil water and eat these buckets of instant noodles without any hesitation.

However, she had just poured water on the torn three-point instant noodles when the doorbell rang.

Dick has guests?

Shen Qiong thought about it, and hesitantly took a look at the money on the monitor.

Standing outside the door was a man in a suit and leather shoes.

Black hair and blue eyes.

This man seemed to have a naturally unhappy face. He frowned slightly and said to the camera: "Dick, I have something to ask you."

Shen Qiong thought about it, and felt that it was not good to let others stand here and wait, so she pressed the echo button and replied: "He is not at home now, would you like to come back later?"

When the man downstairs heard her voice, his expression paused for a moment, and then became a little subtle.He said to Shen Qiong, "You...are Dick's friend?"

Shen Qiong felt that it was barely enough, so she nodded.

The man was even more silent now.Just when Shen Qiong felt that he was about to leave, the man spoke again: "I am Dick's adoptive father, Bruce Wayne."

He seemed to be able to see Shen Qiong's appearance through the monitor.

Bruce Wayne said seriously: "I want to see you."

Shen Qiong: "...Huh?"