Morin looked at the man in front of him and his eye twitched slightly.
He was surprised, even he was surprised, at how fast the
man had found him.
It wouldn't surprise Morin if the man had a dozen cameras set up around Wesley, constantly watching him.
That's right, the man with the gun was the person Morin wanted to find, the Fraternity of Assassins's top
assassin, "The Cross" Carlos, Wesley's father!
"You're very fast, Carlos," Morin said as he slowly backed away.
"I thought I would have to do this for several days, a few times, before you came looking for me. So... you really are constantly watching Wesley, aren't you?"
"You really are here for Wesley!" Carlos followed Morin into the room, closed the door, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Who sent you? What are you going to do?!"
"Don't get so agitated. I'm not here for Wesley," Morin said, shrugging.
"I'm here for you, but you're too hard to find. So, all I have to do is find Wesley, and you'll naturally come looking for me."
"Alright, so now you've found me," Carlos said, gripping the gun tightly.
"Tell me, what do you want with me?"
"Calm down. I said, calm down," Morin said, gesturing with his hand.
"I'm not here for anything bad, so there's no need to point a gun at me."
"Empty words," Carlos said, of course he wasn't going to believe Morin so easily.
"Sigh... okay," Morin sighed.
"A friendly conversation requires both parties to be on equal footing. It seems I have to show you something."
"Then you should be careful," Carlos said, moving the gun barrel slightly.
"My gun is much faster than you think."
"You know, you sound just like a guy I met," Morin said with a light smile.
"He said the same thing, but... do you know what happened to him?"
"I don't need to know," Carlos said, entering his combat mode, which was his "Assassin Bloodline."
"He definitely wasn't as fast as me."
"Yes, you're right. He definitely wasn't as fast as you," Morin nodded.
"But..."
Before he could finish, Morin pushed off the floor with great force, creating a small pit in the marble floor!
"Bang!" Carlos fired.
The bullet, illuminated by the light, had a clear yellow glow, swirling as it passed through the air, making a whooshing sound.
Fired from different guns by different people, a bullet can have different results.
But when fired from the modified handgun held by the assassin master Carlos, this bullet could have taken one, or even several, lives.
But now. The moment it left the barrel, its target was Morin. Which meant it was destined to fail.
The bullet was slowed down to an unimaginable degree in Morin's vision.
And Morin's body was also capable of making movements faster than the bullet.
So, before the bullet even reached where Morin was, the force from the ground that propelled Morin had already moved him to where the bullet had left. It wasn't a total loss, at least it hit something, the wall.
"But..." Morin said, his back to Carlos, examining the
handgun he had just taken.
"You're definitely not as fast as me."
"Who... are you?" Carlos didn't dare to move.
This was the first time he had ever experienced something so bizarre. As an assassin master, besides the necessary combat techniques and gun-fu, Carlos's assassin bloodline was also very powerful, allowing him to easily do things that ordinary people couldn't.
But, Carlos could say that what Morin had just done was completely beyond his imagination.
Kicking off the marble floor and leaving a small pit, moving fast enough to dodge a bullet from a modified handgun at half a meter, and at the same time, moving to his back at a speed he couldn't even see while his
assassin bloodline was active.
Carlos immediately gave up on the idea of fighting. He knew very well that he couldn't beat Morin.
And Morin had said that he wasn't there for anything bad.
The fact that he had the ability to kill Carlos but didn't, greatly increased the credibility of Morin's words.
"It seems we can finally have a normal conversation," Morin said, tossing the gun back to Carlos.
"Nice gun. Modified?"
"Yes. The bullets are faster, have more penetrating power, and travel farther," Carlos said, subconsciously.
But then he remembered that Morin had just dodged a bullet and didn't even flinch, and he felt a little awkward.
"Putting everything else aside, you guys are truly amazing at modifying guns and bullets," Morin said, thinking back to the two scenes in the movie: the super-long-distance precision shots, and the gun-fu with the curving bullet.
These were the two most unscientific parts of the movie.
"You said 'you guys'?" Carlos caught the information Morin's words revealed.
"Yes, you guys, the Fraternity of Assassins," Morin nodded.
"I'm here for you, because of the Fraternity of Assassins."
"You... want to join?" Carlos guessed.
"No," Morin denied, and corrected him. "I want to take it down."
Carlos: "???!?!?!"
"You want to destroy the Fraternity of Assassins?"
"Yes."
"And you came to me?"
"That's right."
"You must know who I am, right? I mean, my identity?"
"Of course I do. The Fraternity of Assassins's strongest assassin, codenamed 'The Cross,' and a voyeur..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Carlos quickly interrupted. "I'm not a voyeur! I admit you're strong, but you can't just say things like that!"
"Oh, really? So you're not a peeping tom?"
"Of course not!"
"Then why did you come to me just because I walked past Wesley's house a couple of times and glanced at it?"
"He's my son! I was just showing a reasonable amount of
concern for him!"
"Your 'reasonable amount of concern' is peeping with a
pair of binoculars from less than twenty meters away?"
"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"
"Okay, okay, fine, you didn't," Morin said, waving his hand in a magnanimous way, as if he would graciously believe his lie.
"Let's talk about the real business. Do you know about the Templar Knights?"
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