[Comprehensive] The Last Assassin

"The fragment is in Neditra's hands."

When Dick received the news from Iron Man, he rode his own motorcycle to New York, and this was the first sentence Shen Qiong said to him.

He looked at Shen Qiong's mental state and frowned.

However, Shen Qiong didn't seem to notice Dick's expression at all, and pushed the information obtained during their trip to Egypt to Dick's eyes in a very simple and clear way: "It's him, the big man that Aria's father has been tracking."

"The leader of the exorcist guild."

Dick had already seen this thin document in Egypt, he glanced at it, and said, "Are you really okay now?"

Shen Qiong was very natural: "Of course, if there are really sequelae, I can't talk to you now anyway."

"You know I don't mean the body." Dick's eyes darkened. "The 'bleeding effect' is no joke. You and I both saw those people under the church."

"Thank you." Shen Qiong paused, and said with a smile: "But this time I really didn't try my best. I was really uncomfortable for a while when I first came out, but it's much better now."

Dick didn't look convinced.

But he chose to skip this topic in the end, at least on the surface, believing every word Shen Qiong said to him.

Dick took over the information from Neditra, and looked at it sentence by word again. He stared at the blurry gray and white photo, and asked Shen Qiong: "If the information on this is correct, Neditra has been several years old. It hasn't been in the public eye for years."

"If he stays in the temple all the time, it will be difficult for us to attack." Dick returned the information to Shen Qiong with a solemn expression. "Not to mention how many Templars there are in the temple, and how small the probability of breaking out from there is, but as far as it is, we don't know anything."

Shen Qiong said: "I thought of this."

"If Warren hadn't gone there, I might really be helpless for a while." The assassin's green eyes flickered, "But Warren is there, and I think someone can locate him."

Dick was confused at first, and after looking around in his mind for someone who could do this, he frowned slightly: "You mean..."

Shen Qiong nodded frankly: "Professor Xavier."

"His special ability is to invade other people's minds. I asked Tony, and he told me that the scariest thing about the professor is not that, but that he can easily project his thoughts into on the mind of any man in the world, especially anyone he knows."

"Xavier Gifted School has been committed to providing shelter for mutants since its establishment. Professor X used this machine to find mutants when he was young. Warren also received an invitation. Charles Xavier knew that Warren Worthington exists, even Worthington is one of the patrons of 'X-Men'."

"Warren has amended his will. If he disappears, I will be the first heir to the Worthington family. If the request is made in the name of 'Worthington', I think he will help us."

Dick sighed.

Shen Qiong blinked: "Do you think he will refuse to join this fight that has nothing to do with mutants?"

"No." Dick raised his eyes, his sky blue eyes looked at her quietly, his pupils reflected a somewhat dissatisfied Shen Qiong, looking at the corners of her tightly pursed mouth, Dick actually smiled faintly.But he hid these emotions well, at least on the surface, he is still Shen Qiong's reliable ally.

Dick said: "If you want him to help you, I think 'Joan Frye' is a better name than 'Worthington'—of course, if you tell him that name."

"I heard that you were his student. You should know better than me how Professor X treats students."

Shen Qiong felt that Dick was right.Charles Xavier was a gentle man, and this was especially evident in his treatment of his students.Thinking about it this way, instead of asking him for help semi-compulsively as a funder, it is better to ask him for help as a student.Perhaps the latter can get more help from the other party.

"Ah, so to speak, he still has my knife!" Shen Qiong was stunned, "I just don't know if he has returned to China or not."

Dick wondered: "The professor also went to Egypt?"

Shen Qiong nodded: "I met him in the Red Sea, but he was going to meet an old friend. He also provided me with the news that En Shaba might be a mutant. I left from the residence of the Egyptian Templars, For the convenience of movement, the knife was left there, and before I left, I asked him to help me get it back."

Dick said with a smile: "It's not very good, and there is a reason to go to see him. Take advantage of the situation, and he will help."

Shen Qiong felt that Dick was right.Once a decision is made, it must be implemented.She planned to leave for Xavier Gifted School immediately on the spot, but was stopped by the other party with a light word.

Dick's car keys were looped around his forefinger, and the keys were looping around his fingertips.

"What's the rush?" The black-haired, blue-eyed young man scanned her from top to bottom, and then said something irrelevant, "It's almost summer."

Shen Qiong: "?"

Dick smiled and was personable: "Before you go, you can have some ice cream."

Shen Qiong: "Huh?"

Since coming to North America, Shen Qiong has spent almost every day in an extremely tight situation. Looking back on this period of time now, it turns out that only the time at Xavier Talent School was the most relaxing and free.

Oh no, to learn Shakespeare...let me live tighter.

Dick said he was out to eat some ice cream, but ice cream can be ordered as a takeaway.It was just an excuse for him to pull her out to relax.

Shen Qiong thought that Dick probably still didn't quite believe what he said.

In fact, if the experimenter knew Dick, Shen Qiong would not believe him if he said he was fine.

Getting out of the machine is ten thousand times more painful than getting in.This is not only caused by facing life and death and Shao Yu's huge emotional fluctuations, but also because of the sequelae of the brain being forced to read genes.

If Tony Stark hadn't guessed the possible consequences, he would have dealt with her in time.She's going to have to deal with more than just an emotional meltdown.

When Shen Qiong just came out, she couldn't help thinking vaguely, the two of them died for me, how could I forget them so easily, for more than ten years.Then when the physical discomfort and reaction began to explode, she thought of Warren who also underwent the experiment.

She somehow has Tony and Steve to help.

Warren was undergoing such an experiment in the Templars, and who was by his side?How did he survive by himself?

Every time she thought of this, Shen Qiong felt that what she had experienced was not worth mentioning at all.

Arya was brought from Egypt to New York in an instant, completely in a state of bewilderment.Shen Qiong considered that his identity in Egypt had been exposed, and Robert probably would not let him go, so she felt that it was too dangerous for Aria to return to Egypt.After communicating with Aria, she gave Aria the letter of recommendation that Henry originally gave her to meet the bishop of Canada, hoping that he could find a position in Canada that would allow him to use his strengths, and at the same time systematically carry out assassination Training to facilitate the recapture of Egypt belonging to the people from Robert.

Not knowing what Peter had said to him, Shen Qiong felt that something had changed in this young man.She couldn't say good or bad, but this change made all the persuasive words she had prepared invalid. After listening to her suggestion, Aria accepted the recommendation letter without saying a word, and planned to take Stark's private jet Go to Canada.

This reminded Shen Qiong of the time when she first came to North America.

She smiled and sincerely wished: "Canada is no safer than Egypt. If you go there, you must be mentally prepared."

Aria snorted coldly: "Why didn't you say this when you asked me to lure the enemy away for you?"

Shen Qiong blinked: "Because Peter is with you?"

Aria hoarse, he was aggrieved, but in the end he still offered his respect to Shen Qiong.

Aria said: "You are the most powerful assassin I have ever seen. I hope that one day I can hear your legend from other people's mouths."

"Robel Wood is just a task that must be completed, and you will be my target."

Hearing this, Shen Qiong touched the tip of her nose, and couldn't help being a little embarrassed: "Although it's not suitable, I think it might be necessary to remind you."

Aria: "?"

Shen Qiongyu said earnestly: "We have different talents, you'd better change your target."

The newly-promoted assassin apprentice was so angry that he almost wanted to fight the senior - although he couldn't win with the fight.

Shen Qiong finally listened to Dick's words, instead of going to Xavier Talent School immediately, she took out a can of ice cream from the refrigerator.

Strawberry flavor.

——The sweetness that seems to be able to gently enter the depths of the soul.

Finished up another afternoon with a tin of ice cream.When she woke up the next day, Shen Qiong felt much better.

This time it was really much better.

So much so that when she put on her shoes and was about to jump out of the window, even if she happened to be hit by Steve, Captain America didn't ask her to stay at home to rest. Turn into the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water.

Shen Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, put on the hood and was about to jump down.

Steve Rogers said in the kitchen: "When your affairs are all settled, are you free to take me back to your house?"

Shen Qiong froze when she jumped out of the window, and the blond man who came out with a water glass shrugged, his face pretending to be light, but his tense muscles betrayed his worry and tension: "You know the home of you and Henry, you know, me and He's been gone for almost 70 years."

Shen Qiong couldn't help showing a smile, she gave Steve her thumbs up, and jumped down with her back to the window: "I know!"

The wind blew fiercely on Shen Qiong's collar, her smile did not fade, and she mentally answered the sentence that Steve failed to urge directly.

——Don't worry, I won't die in such a trivial matter.

—I still have to live to be eighty years old, so that I can spread a few more waves of dirt on Henry's grave.