[Comprehensive] The Last Assassin

Boston, Holy Trinity Cathedral.

A monk in a black robe sits in front of a pew in the church. There is no cross on his chest, and what is in front of him is not a Bible, but an open collection of nineteenth-century British short stories.

At this time, the Holy Trinity Cathedral was not open to the public, so there was no one in the vast and gorgeous church except him. Only the bright sun's rays shot into the church through the stained glass, wiping away the dust one by one. into the light, presenting a unique scene.

Until the door of the Holy Trinity Church was pushed open by another young man in a black suit, and the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor tiles broke the silence of the room—the original monk and the century-old church were almost integrated into one. Vice oil painting.

Mordred took off his gloves, walked to the side of the black-robed monk, and paused slightly.He slightly retracted his chin, even though he was as arrogant as him, when facing the old man in front of him, he showed a little respect.

After all, when he was tortured by the clown, his bones were shattered, and the ensuing explosion made it impossible for him to survive—if the Italian hadn't passed by here at that time, rescued him, and gave him the power of black water newborn.I'm afraid that the current Jason Toth is a cold skeleton lying in an unknown grave, rotting in the mud with the ridiculous and overconfident idea of ​​"Batman will avenge me".

The monk finished reading the end of the novel at hand, and the abrupt blank ending is usually his favorite method of writing.He was very satisfied with this reading experience. He closed the book with some skinny fingers, and finally looked up at the young man standing beside him.

This old man in his 60s has an elegant and quiet face, and his dark eyes seem to contain endless wisdom, and these wisdom far beyond ordinary people make him look more stable, reliable, and unfathomable .Even though his expression was gentle, he could clearly feel the sharp edge of gentleness.

The black-robed monk said to Mordred: "The Grand Knight Commander of the inner temple has been handing me the complaints." His finger pointed to the cover of the hard-covered book, "You don't seem surprised? "

Mordred sneered: "Bernard broke his promise before, so what right do they have to criticize my actions."

The black-robed monk said: "But you shouldn't have killed him, or rather, you shouldn't have killed him before you got the fragments."

The monk raised his eyes and looked at his most proud student: "When I rescued you back then, what I valued was the unquenchable flame in your eyes. I need this flame. But you should remember that you are the exorcist Holy Order Mordred of Mordred, who was given the 'holy water', should focus on the church and not conflict with his compatriots."

"I should have taught you earlier, what are the Ten Commandments of Knights?"

The black-robed monk stood up. Because of his age, he seemed to be a little shorter than the young man, but the aura around him was far from that of any young man.

He opened and closed his lips and recited: "Number one, never rage and murder."

"Even if the Templars are a group of unbelievers who can't stand on the stage, you shouldn't forget that our spirit is inherited from the great King Arthur." The black-robed monk said calmly, "This is the biggest difference between us and them."

A hint of impatience flashed in Mordred's eyes, but he knew it was best not to conflict with his "teacher" at this time, so he suppressed his temper and said, "I see. I will report to the inner temple Submit an explanation that Bernard's death was accidental in the presence of an assassin."

The eyes of the black-robed monk showed satisfaction. He held an emerald ring on his outstretched finger. This ring looked very old and was his favorite.While stroking his ring, the monk said, "You don't need to worry about the inner temple. They are busy with Animus research, and they need us to help them clean up the Assassin's League."

"By the way, you said there was an assassin present. Is it the female assassin you said earlier who appeared in the informant's bar?"

"Yes, I have played against her. It seems that she has undergone systematic training, and she doesn't look like a member who joined halfway."

Hearing this, the black-robed monk was thoughtful: "Not many assassins escaped from North America. They should be assassins from other places. Have you investigated it?"

Mordred smiled slightly: "Yes, it seems to come from the east, but compared to where she came from, I found something more interesting."

The black-robed monk raised his eyebrows slightly.

Mordred said: "She has an older brother in North America who is a mutant, Warren Kenneth Worthington."

The pupils of the black-robed monk paused for a moment after hearing "Worthington", and then asked calmly, "The third generation head of the Worthington family?"

"Yes." Mordred said, "I have read the information in the inner hall. After Howard Stark chose to support the Brotherhood, the Templars tried to win over the Worthington family, but they were rejected."

"If there are assassins in this family, there is a high probability that Warren Kenneth Worthington has assassin blood."

"The Animus project has been failing. The main reason is that the test subject itself is too weak and has insufficient blood. If he has a younger sister who has fully inherited the skills of an assassin, his bloodline is probably good enough, and he is still a mutant. I I think he might be the first to succeed in the experiment."

The black-robed monk said slowly: "But he is Worthington, we can't do anything rashly to him."

"That's why he will come to us." Jason Toth grinned, "His personality is quite violent." For some reason, Jason narrowed his blue eyes slightly, "People with this personality are always very violent." Difficult to get along with people, sooner or later he will suffer."

Hearing this, the black-robed monk felt that this was indeed the case, so he made a joke with his students: "Just like you?"

Jason was expressionless.

After a while, he continued: "I left my contact information, he will need 'holy water'."

"We just have to wait."

The black-robed friar nodded: "You have always been my most proud student, so I am assured of what you do." After saying that, he added: "But Bernard was also interested in Egypt, since the assassins are after him , I am afraid that the matter in Egypt cannot be hidden, you need to act quickly."

"And the fragment that Bernard has." The black-robed monk narrowed his eyes.

As soon as he said that, he let go of the palm of his left hand, and a pendant with a small metal medicine bottle hung down. He solemnly handed this item to Mordred, saying every word: "You have to take it back. .”

Jason clenched the metal bottle in his hand. He knew that in this bottle was the "holy water" that would allow him to move around like a normal person without having to experience every inch of his bones--the "Holy Grail", a piece of Eden mastered by the Exorcist Holy Order. "The black mysterious liquid that flowed out.

He lowered his blue eyes slightly, and saluted the monk as a knight.

"Follow your orders, Lord Nedilat."

·

Shen Qiong sat on the balcony and called Warren for the tenth time without giving up.

After Steve Rogers had finished cutting the fruit, seeing her still sitting alone on the balcony, he couldn't help being a little chattery like an old man, and told him to come in and eat the fruit first.

Shen Qiong let out an "oh", reluctantly gave up the call temporarily, and went back to the living room first.

Seeing her frowning, Steve asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Qiong shook her head: "It's nothing, the phone didn't get through, I'll call back later."

Steve nodded and said to her: "I don't know what mission you are performing, and there is very little I can do to help you. This time, you go to Egypt and wear this."

Shen Qiong was a little curious when she saw the bracelet that Steve sent over, and asked, "What is this?"

"The signal transmitter researched by S.H.I.E.L.D. is used to ask for help." Steve made a simple demonstration, "If something goes wrong, you can directly send a signal for help to S.H.I.E.L.D., and Natasha and I will help you."

Shen Qiong nodded, thinking that at least it was from her uncle's care, even though Tony put one in her Hidden Blade, but she still accepted the gift with gratitude.

"By the way, because the last meeting was not very pleasant, Natasha gave you an apology. It's just that you haven't come back, and I have no chance to give it to you."

Although Steve has nothing to do with the term "empty nester", Shen Qiong couldn't help but think of this term when she heard his lines.

The empty-nester Captain America took out this gift from his house and handed it to Shen Qiong.

Shen Qiong was a little curious, but still opened the metal safe in front of her.

The moment the safe was opened, she couldn't move her eyes away.

There are all kinds of knives in the box, from small knives to long knives that can be carried on the back for frontal breakthroughs, and there is even an exquisitely forged Tang knife!What Shen Qiong loves the most is that these small knives are connected with very thin metal wires. These wires are extremely sharp. They can be used as weapons with the flying knives themselves, or they can be used to control the direction of the knives and even look back to avoid flying knives in battle. The problem of insufficient knives.

In the center of these knives is a Colt M1991 that looks to be of some age.

Shen Qiong's eyes stopped on this gun for a long time, and then she pretended to take it out casually, and asked casually: "These things don't look brand new, who was the previous owner?"

Steve didn't think too much, and told Shen Qiong all that Natasha had said to her: "It seems to be her friend's collection. She thinks these things might help you, and her friend won't mind."

Shen Qiong touched the words engraved on the bottom of the gun.

SW.

This is the weapon Sean Worthington once used.It was the sharp blade her father used to kill enemies and survive.

Shen Qiong held the gun, as if she could see the former owner in a trance.She pursed her lips and smiled at Steve: "Thank her for me, I like this very much."

She happily stuffed the gun into her belt, took a big bite of honeydew melon, and then went out with her mobile phone in her arms to contact her friends. Steve couldn't stop him, so he could only let her go.

Shen Qiong's No.11 call was finally connected.

She was a little dissatisfied and asked, "Why didn't you answer my call?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Before Shen Qiong felt something was wrong, Warren finally spoke: "I didn't hear it before."

Shen Qiong decided not to worry about Warren's previous behavior of not answering the phone, she said to him: "I may go to Egypt next time, don't worry, I'm not alone, the problem is not big."

Warren said "hmm" before asking, "Why did you remember to tell me?"

Shen Qiong said inexplicably: "If I don't tell you, who else should I tell? You are my brother, aren't you?"

After a while, Shen Qiong seemed to hear the sound of aluminum cans colliding and falling, and then Warren's voice came. It sounded like there was nothing wrong, but Shen Qiong always felt that something was wrong.

Warren said: "You are right, but this time I have something to do, and I may not be able to accompany you to Egypt. Be careful yourself. Worthington has a factory in Egypt. If you need to contact them."

Shen Qiong responded, logically she should be able to hang up the phone directly, but she still couldn't help asking: "Warren, are you okay?"

"I always feel that something is wrong with you?"

After a while of silence on the phone, Warren Worthington's grin came.He said arrogantly: "Come on, Joan Worthington, don't trust your intuition too much, sometimes it will only mislead you."

"If you want to go, hurry up. I have finished my own affairs. If I have time, I will go to Egypt to see you."

Shen Qiong hesitated to speak, but she heard that Warren was obviously unwilling to say more, so she could only hang up the phone cooperatively.

"How do other people's brothers and sisters get along?" She muttered, and went back to the house to pack her luggage.

Warren listened to the call end sign on his phone, and didn't look away until the system automatically bounced back to the desktop after ten seconds.

The moonlight shone into the building where he temporarily lived, illuminating the wine bottles all over the floor.

His wings were scorched and scorched for a moment, and it was difficult to even open them slightly.

Warren Worthington stared at his wings for a long time, finally took out the piece of paper with the phone number from his pocket, and dialed the number.

After three rings, the other party answered the phone.

Warren's green eyes were cold, and he said indifferently: "You said that no matter what happens to me, you can help me."

"Can you regenerate dead tissue?"

The black knight on the other end of the phone smiled, and he said seductively, "Of course, I can do it even if I bring the dead back to life."

The author has something to say: In fact, there is only one reason why Brother Warren bowed his head.

The younger sister dies every day, and her wings are broken, so she can't follow her to protect her (He hangs his head.

Because there is no outline, I found that Chapter 2 of "London" was difficult to deliver, and you don't want to read Chapter 1 anymore. I will show you another Chapter 1. The content of the next chapter on anti-theft is "Grandfather" Chapter 1