Chapter 526: Looms Maintain the World? (First Update, Please Vote for Me!!!) Please Recommend!!

Seeing that the two were on the verge of a fight, there was a knock on the door to the secret room.

Bang bang!

"Hello! Is anyone here?"

Cross and Reggae were stunned. This is the mutual aid association’s safe house in Los Angeles! The level of confidentiality is very high, and unless it is a core member like Reggae and Cross, it is impossible for ordinary people to know about it.

Bang bang!

"I went in when no one said anything!"

Without waiting for the people inside to reply, there was a bang and the door to the secret room was kicked open.

Crosses and reggae are so stupid, but this door is made of a three centimeter thick steel plate!

As the door was kicked open, a man in a luxurious suit walked in, as unscrupulously as if he were entering his own home, without any consciousness of illegal intrusion.

Cross and Reggae saw the face of the visitor clearly, and their first reaction was that this guy was so handsome. The second reaction is...who the hell is this?

They were sure that they never knew this kid.

But the guy who came in seemed to be very familiar with reggae.

"Ah, I didn't expect you to have an accomplice." The person said to Reggae.

Cross looked at Reggae and gestured with his eyes, 'Your friend? ’.

Reggae shook his head. ‘Don’t know’.

"Um...is this?" The person who came was naturally our Hannibal. He finally noticed the body on the ground now. "Are you fighting among yourself?"

Reggae raised his hand and pointed his gun at Hannibal: "Who are you?"

Hannibal seemed surprised.

"Oh? I didn't introduce myself?"

Then Hannibal bowed very elegantly, his action was more aristocratic than a nobleman. In short, Kai was committed to making Hannibal a powerful character, very dramatic, with the feeling of a well-dressed beast and a cultural hooligan. .

"My lord, Hannibal. I'm sorry for interrupting you."

"Hannibal?" Cross and Reggae looked at each other. They were killers and they rarely paid attention to anything else except their own work. So I'm not sure what this Hannibal does. They had seen Hopkins' The Silence of the Lambs, but...how should I put it, it was too surreal, and they wouldn't think of it.

"what you up to?"

Hannibal responded with impeccable etiquette: "Kill you!"

Now even the cross was pointed at Hannibal.

"Huh?" Kai seemed surprised that the cross was pointing a gun at him: "Didn't the two of you just want to fight among yourself? Now...have you reconciled?"

Cross is also a little embarrassed. He did it completely subconsciously. After all, he had just rebelled and had not had time to change his mentality. But the cross had no interest in explaining it to Hannibal. "You are in danger!"

This was the truth. Cross felt endless malice from Hannibal, as if the two of them had become prey and were being targeted by a hunter with a bad and cruel personality. He felt the blood in his body run cold.

"Ah, you'll get beaten easily if you talk like that, Mr. Cross. →"

"Did you hear our conversation just now?!!!" Cross immediately analyzed from Kai's words that the guy in front of him heard their conversation just now. After all, he called out his code name in one breath.

"Although it's a bit rude, I can guarantee that I didn't mean it!" Hannibal raised his hand and swore: "My target is Mr. Reggae. I just didn't expect to meet an uninvited guest."

Various thoughts flashed rapidly in Cross's mind. The person in front of me felt very, very bad about the cross. The evil aura exuding from him has caused the cross to classify him as a heinous person. He thought about whether he should do justice for heaven.

But Reggae was even more surprised as to why this guy wanted to deal with him.

He swore that he had never seen this person before. It is even more impossible to have any intersection with him.

"Why do you want to kill me?"

"Well...this question...as a killer, you ask such a question, how should I answer it?" Hannibal said with a bit of embarrassment, holding his chin. "In your line of work, shouldn't you be aware of this early on?"

As he said that, Hannibal pulled out a black dagger from nowhere. The dagger was extremely black, without any reflection, and even the light would be sucked in after passing through the blade.

"So...are you ready to hit the road?"

Without any hesitation, the tall and strong Reggae's heartbeat accelerated instantly, his physical energy burst into action, his strong body rushed towards Hannibal, and he wanted to pull the trigger without hesitation. At this time, he felt pain in his arm and blurred vision. One of his arms was separated from his body.

His heart was beating at a high speed, so his body was now like a high-pressure water pump, and his blood pressure was astonishingly high. Most people like him would have suffered from cerebral congestion for a long time, but due to the training of the mutual aid association, every one of them, the famous killers, The body is different from ordinary people, so the blood vessels can bear it. But at this moment, the whole arm was cut off, which would be fatal.

The blood spurted out as if it was free of charge.

Have you ever seen what happens after a fire hydrant is opened?

At this moment, reggae is like a fire hydrant, but what comes out is blood.

In just two seconds, Reggae covered his shoulders and knelt down. His face was unusually pale.

No matter how fierce a man is, he cannot withstand such blood loss.

"Who are you..." Reggae now wanted to know why he was killed.

"Not polite! Didn't you introduce yourself just now?" Hannibal said perfunctorily, as if he were addressing an unreasonable naughty child.

"Why..." Reggae felt his vision was a little blurry. He still hadn't figured out how the other party cut off one of his arms. This was too depressing for a proud mutual aid killer. More importantly, he still didn't know why the other party came to trouble him.

"Originally, you wouldn't die so easily. I still have something to ask you. But..." Hannibal said as he looked at the cross on the side. "Now it seems that you are no longer needed."

After that, Hannibal raised a hand and placed it in front of Reggae.

"Atonement, sinner!"

A cloud of dark and sticky black smoke suddenly emerged from Hannibal's injury. The smoke kept wriggling and gathering, and finally turned into two huge monsters!

"No!!!!" Reggae didn't know what it was, but he instinctively felt fear, and his instinct kept urging him to run away! Otherwise, he would face a future more terrible than death!

Knowing that using physical energy to burst out again would only make him die faster, Reggae, who followed his instinct, didn't care about these. →He burst into physical energy again, and his tall body rushed out of the door at a speed that was completely contrary to common sense!

"Want to leave? It's too late." The voice continued to sound in the room, making Reggae and Cross feel very uncomfortable, as if they were talking to the god of death.

The last thing Reggae heard when he was dragged into the darkness was a violent and joyful barking of dogs.

After that, all that was left was endless pain and wailing.

Cross looked at his former apprentice in horror, being dragged into the shadows like that, and then uttered a chilling wail.

Every famous killer began to receive anti-torture training at the beginning of training.

The so-called anti-torture training is to constantly be beaten and tortured.

Anyway, Cross himself was tied to a chair by his instructor and tortured for three months.

As long as the killers passed the test, each of them was the kind of tough guy who could roll on the nail board bed without changing his face. If it was a general torture method, it would have no effect on them.

But now Reggae let out a wail that even Cross was frightened of. It is conceivable how terrible the pain he experienced was.

Kai did not care about the entertainment activities of the two hounds.

After all, they had been suppressed for a long time, and they had to be allowed to vent.

"It seems that you are not afraid at all?" Hannibal looked at Cross with interest. He was the first person who could remain calm after seeing the Hound of Tindalos.

Cross put down the gun in his hand and made a friendly gesture. "You didn't attack me at the first time, which means that I am not your target. In this case, why should I be afraid. And... if you really want to kill me, it seems that fear is useless."

Hannibal smiled.

"I like you. In fact, I like all smart people because communication will be very smooth and no extra cost is required."

"Me too. Because smart people rarely do unnecessary things, such as killing me."

"Very good, it seems that we have reached a consensus." Hannibal found a chair and sat down. Then he saw the body of the tailor shop owner. He gestured to the cross: "Mind if I take care of it?"

"This? Of course not."

"That's good." After saying that, Hannibal snapped his fingers. The shadow under his feet seemed to come alive and swallowed up the body of the tailor shop owner in an instant.

"Okay, let's do some serious work." After doing all this, Hannibal said to the cross.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything!"

...

Then the cross began to explain to Kai what the mutual aid society is and why he betrayed.

"I believe that the loom of fate can ensure that the trajectory of the world's operation will not deviate from the track, and I still believe it now! So the Assassin's League should disappear from this world! Sloan's name should disappear from the loom of fate!"

When saying this, the cross exuded the light of a religious fanatic martyr.

For this kind of people, Kai had seen them in his previous life. They were not some vicious people, but a group of old women brainwashed by a cult. That year, their police station became a joke in the country. Once, they caught a cult leader who was preaching in the countryside, and then a group of old women who were brainwashed by the cult blocked the door of the police station and said a lot of ridiculous things. In the end, if the political department hadn't used its three-inch tongue to persuade them, it would have been easy to have a fight.

But even so, many of these people are still obsessed. They have believed in this cult for many years. It's a headache.

In Kai's opinion, Cross basically belongs to this kind of thing. Brainwashed people can no longer distinguish right from wrong.

He doesn't like those overly fanatical believers, especially those who don't take their own lives seriously. Because usually such people don't take other people's lives seriously!

"Confirm it one last time, the loom you mentioned is not a code name or something like that, but a real loom, right?"

Cross looked at Kai with some dissatisfaction. If he couldn't beat him, Cross would definitely teach this guy in front of him what politeness is!

"The Loom of Destiny is the sacred object of the Assassin's League. It will guide the assassins to eliminate the villains who will cause chaos in the world in the future! It has existed for two hundred years. Every week it will type out a name, and the owner of that name will be eliminated, which will maintain the normal operation of the world!"

Kai shook his head in disbelief. What era is this? There are still people who believe in such things, letting a loom decide a person's life or death! These people must have something wrong with their brains!

Kai thought for a while: "Have you ever assassinated Hitler?"

The Cross nodded: "According to the organization's archives, we did so. Unfortunately, we failed. And it also caused the organization to be retaliated by the Communists, and its strength was greatly damaged. In the end, it could only come to the United States to settle down."

Did they really assassinate Hitler?

Kai was extremely surprised.

Of course, Kai still expressed doubts. After all, it was many years ago. Besides, Hitler had experienced too many assassinations in his life. That mutual aid society insisted that they had done it, who could prove that they didn't?

"What about Kennedy?" Kai was just curious about this question. After all, this unsolved case was already very famous in the previous life. It was said that it would be decrypted before Kai traveled through time, but the king of understanding, that idiot, actually extended the confidentiality period. It's really...

Cross said puzzledly: "What does this have to do with the Assassin's League? We only do what the fate loom arranges! To kill those who may endanger the world!"

Kennedy almost fought with the Soviet Union and triggered a world war. Doesn't this count as endangering the world?

Seeing that Kai still didn't believe it, Cross said seriously: "People woven by the fate loom will definitely endanger the world. Our mission is to eliminate them! I have seen what those guys who were not killed did?"

Kai smiled and asked with doubt: "According to what you said, you killed people who deserved to die before they endangered the world? How do you judge that person will endanger the world? Just rely on that loom? Isn't it too hasty? The safety of the world is actually entrusted to a loom. This is terrible! Have you considered the feelings of others?"

Perhaps Kai's words really offended the bottom line of Cross.

He actually yelled at Kai with a ferocious face: "Shut up!"

Kai was stunned by this scene. Oh, he has become braver.

Then a cloud of black smoke came out of Kai's body, and countless scarlet eyes opened in the smoke, each staring at the cross with malice.

But the cross stood up very bravely and pulled out two guns. It looked like it was going to fight to the death.

Kai looked at the cross jokingly and asked maliciously: "Is my name on the loom? After all, do you think I look like a good person who follows the rules?"

Indeed, no matter from which aspect, Kai's current appearance basically matches the image of a psychopath, a murderer, and a demon. Adding the hellhound, it makes people feel even worse. If the loom is really that magical, then Hannibal or Kai's name should be on the list.

But from what he overheard before, it is obvious that Kai's name is not on the list. Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the loom is real.

But Kai absolutely does not believe this statement.

After all, even if God is unreliable, he will not possess a loom.

He believed that there must be a reasonable explanation.

Then, without waiting for the cross to explain, Kai asked again: "So, according to you, you joined an assassin organization and killed people for charity according to the instructions of a loom. Where did you get the money for food?"

This is the biggest loophole in this matter.

Killers are not a business without capital. In fact, any powerful killer needs a team behind him.

Otherwise, where does the intelligence come from, where does the weapon equipment come from? How to solve daily training? How to make various safe houses?

These are not things that can be solved by just talking.

All of this requires money!

Let's not talk about what's going on now. According to the cross, Sloan really started a business of killing people, so there is a source of funds, but what about before? Before Sloan betrayed?

Where did the money come from?

The cross was stunned for a moment and said: "We have a weaving factory, a slaughterhouse, and donations from believers."

Kai was speechless. The cross was still saying that their organization had a total of two or three hundred people, and most of them were killers. Even if these people don't want wages, they can eat, drink, defecate, and train with weapons. Wouldn't that require a huge amount of money?

Weaving mills... At a time when American manufacturing is being completely relocated abroad, labor-intensive industries like weaving mills have no advantages in the United States at all. As for slaughterhouses... Forget it, this thing can make money, but looking at the equipment and clothes on these people, it's not something a slaughterhouse can afford.

As for believers, forget it. Although the United States is indeed a country where cults are prevalent, there shouldn't be many people stupid enough to believe in a loom, right?