Chapter 359 Assassin's Ambush

Dubai is a modern metropolis, where rich people gather and luxury cars are everywhere.

On the street, a convertible sports car suddenly began to slow down.

The young man in sunglasses who was driving noticed the beautiful woman waiting for a taxi on the roadside, and stopped to ask if she needed a ride.

"Will it be too much of a bother? I'm going to the airport." The beautiful woman smiled.

The young man in sunglasses was startled, and noticed that the beautiful woman was carrying a bag, and it was very likely that she was really leaving at the end of the journey.

But he still smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm on the way, get in the car."

As he said that, he reached out and picked up a little bear doll on the passenger seat, and stuffed it into a corner casually to make room for the beautiful woman.

"Please!"

The beautiful woman smiled and walked forward to open the door.

Neither of them noticed that the passenger seat was actually occupied.

An assassin in a white robe seemed to have been sitting in the passenger seat since a long time ago.

The assassin's ten fingers were touching each other, and he had been driven by the young man in sunglasses for a while.

The guy in sunglasses thought that there was no one in the passenger seat, so he put the bear toy on the assassin's thigh without realizing it, thinking that it was on the seat.

He completely ignored the presence of the assassin sitting next to him.

The assassin also ignored him when he was riding in a car, only when the guy in sunglasses took the bear toy off the assassin's thigh to pick up the beauty in the car, the assassin glanced at him with an ambiguous look.

"Pah..." The beauty opened the car door.

The assassin sighed, did a backflip, and landed lightly on the back cover of the sports car seat.

This sports car has only two seats... If the beauty gets in the car, he will have no place to sit.

A man and a woman were driving a convertible in front, talking and laughing, completely unaware that there was an assassin sitting cross-legged behind them, staring at them in a daze...

Suddenly, the assassin seemed to find that he was not on the way, and after the sports car passed a corner, he suddenly stood up, jumped several meters over and jumped onto a house on the side of the road.

He held the window sill firmly with both hands, and climbed up lightly like a nimble gecko.

No one on the roadside noticed this, and it seemed that no one saw someone climbing the building in public.

The assassin climbed to the fifteenth floor in one breath and got into an open window.

There was a harsh sound in the room, and a fat otaku was controlling the handle and fighting with people on the battlefield.

The white-clothed assassin passed by him openly, blocking the screen for a time, but the fat otaku didn't care.

On the contrary, because the battle was too intense, the screen was blocked for half a second, causing his death, and he complained loudly: Why did someone suddenly come out! When did he get in!

He was talking about the situation in the game. He was pointing a gun at the window, and an enemy came in from the window. He didn't see it at the first time. He didn't find it until the other party shot at him, and the result was naturally that he was killed.

The fat otaku just thought that the machine was stuck and missed the opportunity to shoot at the first time.

Unexpectedly, it was just at that moment that a white-clothed assassin happened to pass in front of the TV and blocked a few frames of the picture.

His teammates complained to him: "How did you set up your gun? You can still be killed! How can you be so bad!"

The fat man muttered: "It's just a lag, what does it have to do with me!"

"How can your network be lagging when it's so good? It's just that you're slow to react!"

"You're the one who's slow to react!"

The assassin didn't even turn his head back to the quarrel in the room, and silently opened the door and left.

He jumped down from the balcony on the other side of the fat man's house, like an eagle, gliding into the park opposite.

Although there is no air wall, assassins also have their own unique high-altitude slow-falling skills, so that they only need to make some small designs on their white robes to soar as easily as a hang glider.

When landing, a soft cushion is needed for cushioning, and they have the skills to unload the force.

This cushion can be a haystack, a large tree or flowerbed with lush branches and leaves, or even a passerby.

However, the passerby will suffer huge impact damage... Assassins usually use this to jump down and kill.

At this moment, the assassin slid onto a tree in the park opposite, knocking down countless branches and leaves.

A couple was talking under the tree, and suddenly they were covered with branches and leaves. They looked up in fear.

But they saw nothing except the shaking branches.

The assassin had left here and was moving nimbly through the woods. For any obstacle, he would jump over it with a light front flip or climb over it with one arm support.

Two people stopped to talk at the intersection, blocking the road. The assassin jumped over their heads, crossed the park, and came to the street.

He mixed in the crowd, walked out of two streets, and then went into an alley. After turning around, he came to a small yard.

A child was sitting on the grass in the yard playing with building blocks. He had already built a castle.

The assassin frowned and squatted in front of the pile of blocks, seeming to be looking for something.

Soon he reached out, pulled out the bottom one, and put it in his pocket.

"Crash!" The stacked blocks collapsed instantly, and the child was stunned and burst into tears.

"My castle collapsed!" The child turned around and cried to his parents. Hearing the movement in the house, the assassin's hands were as fast as lightning! In a second, the blocks were restored, but because an important block was missing, the castle style was slightly different.

A woman ran out of the house and coaxed the child: "Isn't the castle fine?"

The child turned around and stared at the castle that was better than his own, and was speechless.

At this time, the assassin had already left. After he climbed over the wall, he dismantled the building block he had taken away and took out a pill.

This was the antidote, which the assassin had already placed. Once he successfully evacuated, he would take it here to detoxify himself.

Whether taking or putting, it was extremely concealed, and even the family themselves did not know.

After the white-clothed assassin detoxified, he continued to walk through the hall and the house.

When passing through a certain floor of an apartment, he saw someone making out in the bedroom through the window, and heard lewd sounds in his ears.

He ignored it directly.

He helped the other person draw the curtains, and then walked past the naked two people leisurely.

However, this time, he did not go out through the window on the other side, but directly opened the door and left.

He walked down the stairs to the basement, avoided the surveillance and waited for a while. A young man whistled and drove to the underground parking lot, and he followed him and followed the way again.

His whereabouts were extremely erratic. Let alone sneaking, even if he did not sneak, it was difficult to grasp the trace.

Repeatedly, he walked through the streets and alleys, passed countless private houses, and occasionally took a ride, and had already crossed most of the city.

Unknowingly, he came to a mansion.

This mansion is magnificent, with a wide view, a garden and a swimming pool, and a large area.

This is not the assassin's property, but a stranger's property. Whenever there is a mission, they will find an empty house nearby as a base. Except for the headquarters, they have never had a fixed base.

The owner of the mansion went abroad, leaving only two dogs to watch the house. For the assassin, this is like a no-man's land.

He climbed over the wall and went in, and immediately two people in the garden looked at him.

"Aaron, my brother, you are back, where are the others?" An elder said.

"Master, except Haim, the brothers have died. Haim was tracked by a member and evacuated separately from me. He will delay time, and I will tell the brothers to prepare for the ambush." ​​The white-clothed assassin said.

The elder immediately stood up and went into the house with another person. They were changing their clothes and wearing equipment.

He was wearing a purple robe, completely like an assassin, and the other was wearing a white robe, the same as Aaron.

"Aaron, are you sure you are not being followed?" the elder asked.

Aaron smiled and said, "I can be sure. As long as someone follows me within 200 meters and for more than a minute, I will let the eagle pay attention. During this period, I also deliberately stayed in many places to lure, but I didn't find the enemy following me."

"In addition, I used 20 methods to verify, and I can be sure that no one is following me. Unless the tracker is blind, he will always be exposed, and how can a blind person follow me?"

The elder nodded and said, "I will go to the cemetery now, you can rest here."

"No need, I am not injured, I am in good condition." Aaron said.

At this time, another assassin in white reported: "Two members in the palace disappeared three minutes ago."

"It's the same old trick. When they arrive, the tracker is dead... notify Haim's eagle and let him lead the person here. Aaron, you stand there." The elder said.

After saying that, the purple-robed master directly stretched out his hand and pressed on Aaron.

Aaron instantly turned into a telephone pole, standing on the roadside outside the wall.

The other white-robed assassin turned into a stone sculpture of a stag, standing in the garden.

The elder himself squatted at the door of the villa, slapped his hand on his head, and turned into a hard marble floor, laying on the ground.

The living assassin formed a marble floor from the villa to the iron gate of the wall, with no signs of life.

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P.S.: Sorry. I'm in a very bad state recently. I don't know how to write. It may be because I haven't played Assassin's Creed for too long.