Carlos Gibson looked at Wesley with guilt on his face, "I'm sorry, I just don't want you to follow my old path, and it's for your safety." ” "Parents always like to delineate the path of their children, and you are the same, so I won't say much, but now I am still on this path, so I decided to go on well, I don't want to be ordinary, because I am not ordinary."
Wesley wouldn't blame Carlos, because he was a time-traveler, and his son's body was in his possession, so he wouldn't complain about anything more.
"Come in, I'll show you, you can stay here in the future."
Carlos said incoherently, Wesley just smiled slightly, pulled his suitcase and walked in, he didn't start touring the house right away, but came to the window, where there was a telescope where he could clearly see his original rental house.
Sitting down and observing with a telescope, the fox had stolen a car and was waiting for her at the door, her face full of anxiety, she had been waiting for a few minutes, but Wesley had not shown up yet.
"Do you like foxes" Carlos walked over and saw Wesley observing the fox.
"No, it's just that we get along a little more, I don't like it, and she and I are two different people, we won't be together, and she may not be able to live, she is a real assassin of fate, and she may end her life after knowing the truth."
Wesley looked at the anxious fox and replied that he really didn't want to be with the fox, that the two had completely different ideas, and that he was still confused in his mind as a time-traveler.
At this time, several more cars approached, and the repairman and the others walked down, "Wesley is gone, we lost it when he went to park just now." ” "How so, is it that the cross has found him," asked the fox hurriedly.
"I don't know, there are no gunshots nearby, so they didn't exchange fire, things are not simple, let's separate and look for them."
The gunsmith said, and everyone got into the car and began to disperse to find Wesley.
"Look, they're starting to get anxious, which is a good sign, we have enough time to make a plan."
Wesley stood up, then pulled Beretta 92 from behind him and set it aside, "Whose gun is this?"
"X, his code name is X, and he's a good assassin like me, but he and Sloan have changed, so my first target is him."
Carlos picked up the pistol and looked at it, "It's a good gun." ” "Well, it's a good gun, so I stayed."
Wesley opened the trunk, poured out both the magazine and the bullets, and began to press the bullets into the magazine.
"You can wait and do this, we can prepare the room first."
Carlos was completely out of shape, and the first time he was alone with his son was more than twenty years ago, when the child was born.
"I'm a hard-trained Assassin now, and I like to be ready to fight, and now that they've lost my tracks, they won't be able to find me."
Wesley placed a pressed magazine next to his pistol, then picked up an empty one and continued his movements, scrutinizing each bullet before pressing it into the magazine.
"Okay, then I'll go and tidy up your room first."
Carlos found the atmosphere awkward, and he had to go and tidy up his room first.
Wesley looked at his back and smiled, this is an introvert, like Wesley in the past, worthy of being father and son.
After sorting out all the empty magazines, he then pulled his suitcase and walked to his room, the direction was easy to judge.
This two-story building is very empty, with a kitchen and bathroom, and the other rooms are basically unfurnished.
"Sorry, there's not even a bed here."
Carlos didn't have much furniture in the room, and Wesley smiled, "Now we're preparing to work hard, not to live together, so we don't need to prepare anything, just take me for a brief tour."
Wesley left his suitcase in his room and stood in the doorway waiting for Carlos.
"Okay, come with me."
Carlos took Wesley to take a brief look, there was no first floor here, when Wesley came up, he walked directly to the stairs leading to the second floor, Carlos's room only had a sofa and some cabinets, on which were Wesley's photos from childhood to adulthood.
It seems that the kitchen has not been on fire for a long time, only the bathroom is relatively intact.
"Have you been living here, why don't you give yourself a good environment," Wesley asked.
"There's no need, our lives aren't precarious, it's just ...
I need this place when I miss you, and it's also a secret stronghold of mine, and no one in the Assassin Brotherhood knows about it.
Carlos said, rubbing his hands together.
"I'm your son, you don't need to be nervous, or you can treat me as a friend."
Wesley couldn't bear to see Carlos so nervous, this person was too introverted, he was in a bad state right now, if someone came to the door now, then he would be very dangerous.
"Good note, we can make friends first."
Carlos finally relaxed a little, "I'll show you around my studio, where you'll like it, maybe you'll like it."
Carlos walked over to the wardrobe and opened the door, which was still a door at the back, which opened to the attic.
The first thing I felt when I walked in was that it was a mess, yes, it was messy, the Assassin Brotherhood guys were like that, they liked old things, a wooden box with a pair of muskets, but it was remodeled, and in the movie there was no shot, Wesley didn't even know what they were out for, he was completely redundant, and he didn't love this look at all.
There were a lot of rifles on the walls, old muskets, extra-long barrels, which Carlos used for long-range sniping, which needed to be matched with the kind of discrete propulsion bullets, and there were many electronic watches on the table, some of which had been disassembled.
"Is the pesticide your man," Wesley asked.
"No, but his ideas are good, it's just that no one appreciates them."
Carlos said.
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"Nice idea, I think so, we can use this to attack Mill Seventeen, what do you think?"
said Wesley.
"Yes, but my plan is to clear out the people outside first, and then attack when they are concentrated."
Carlos's plan was the opposite of Wesley's.
"Do you believe that the loom of fate is right?"
"Yes, the Assassin Brotherhood was founded more than a thousand years ago and has survived to this day, there is no need to doubt this."
"Then you want to continue," Wesley asked, looking at Carlos.
"Maybe it's time to finish...
Carlos fell silent, the Brotherhood had gone bad, he was going to bury these with his own hands, and it wouldn't be there in the future. t1706231537: