In order to survive from Li Wei, X felt that he had defeated the image of the cold-faced assassin he had created for the first half of his life: "If you don't want to go to New York, there is another way to create it yourself."

"Make it yourself?" Li Wei looked like 'You are teasing me', but before he could speak, X had already explained in advance.

"The lethality of a bullet is nothing more than the material of the bullet and the reloading of gunpowder. As long as the material and reloading of gunpowder can be changed, the lethality of the bullet can be weakened."

"We can first remove the bullet, change the warhead, reduce the amount of gunpowder loading, and then re-press it with a pressing bed, so that it can also satisfy the use."

"The only disadvantage is that it takes time, because the number of bullets required for training may be quite large."

"Time? What I lack the least is time!" Li Wei's voice was firm: "I decided, just use this method, and I will supervise you next to you."

"No...no problem."

As a top assassin, he turned into a bullet processing worker. Of course, X was unwilling to do so, but at this time, he could only grit his teeth and agree.

Before he could think about how to do it, he heard Li Wei's voice again: "By the way, don't think about making small moves. I will review the bullets you made."

"If you fail, you will know the consequences."

"I see."

So, with the order, X began to transform the bullet under the supervision of Li Wei.

Li Wei didn't know the parameters of bullets, but it didn't matter. He just needed to determine the power of the bullets, and X would calculate the amount of gunpowder that needs to be encapsulated.

When the result of the bullet's test shot satisfies Li Wei, then Li Wei just needs to keep an eye on the type and quality of gunpowder. A precision balance scale is enough to let him grasp the overall situation.

......

Textile Factory No. 17, Brooklyn, New York.

This castle-shaped textile mill, which looks like a building in the last century, is the base camp of the Brotherhood to which X belongs.

Any worker found in the entire textile factory is an assassin who can go out to perform assassination missions.

It is precisely because of such a powerful assassin power that the Brotherhood can tell that it can maintain the order in which the world can operate.

Because of the unique arc shooting of the Brotherhood, every assassin can kill the target from an unexpected angle. The dead corner is a noun that does not exist in the eyes of the Brotherhood.

No matter where the target is, as long as the brothers can think, they can always complete the assassin. And there is little hope to catch the assassin from ballistic analysis.

It is also because of this that the Brotherhood can still maintain its independent operation while mainland hotels are expanding around the world.

But now, the situation has become a little different.

The defection of the top assassin Close cast a cloud over this powerful organization. Except for X, who is also the top assassin, no one is confident of killing Close head-on.

And now, X is also missing.

In the textile factory office, Sloan, the current fraternity controller, looked at the information in front of him and looked calm: "A shooting occurred in the Central Building in Chicago. All four bullets were shot in the middle of his eyebrows, and the bullets came from X's gun."

"Didn't Close take action?" Fox, code-named "Fox", sat on the chair, looking through the information in his hand, and was a little strange: "It seems that there is no trace of Close appearing."

"Close did not appear." Sloan said lightly.

"In addition to these four bullets, at a distance of dozens to hundreds of meters, our people also discovered dozens of bullets one after another, all of which were shot by X, and he fought with people."

"It has been five days since the Chicago shooting happened. Not only did Close stop the action, but X also hadn't contacted us."

"Now, we have to plan the worst. Close has found a helper. They have captured X alive, and may be preparing for a new premeditation."

“So what are we going to do now?”

Sloan opened the drawer and took out a piece of paper and handed it to Fox: "I will continue to track X's matter, now, you have a new mission."

Fox's Result Paper glanced at it and frowned slightly: "Levi Dale? An Asian homeless man?"

"Perhaps it's an evil person disguised as a homeless man, these Asians always have unique advantages in disguise and concealment."

"But look at his appearance, he doesn't look like an Asian at all?" Fox looked at the photo of Levi, and there was a rare doubt in his eyes.

"That's why I say he has a unique advantage in disguise and concealment, and even you have been deceived by him, aren't you?"

Sloan calmly: "This is the revelation from fate, Fox. Kill him, this is your mission."

"I understand." Fox put the mission book together: "Chicago, it's more than a thousand kilometers away, and I think I should set out now."

"I'm ready for you." Sloan turned a ring in his hand and reached for a file bag at hand: "Flights, keys, hotels, everything is ready."

"This really saves a lot of time." Fox smiled slightly, and the file bag behind him turned around and was about to leave.

“Fox…”

"What's wrong?"

"Do you remember the purpose and beliefs of the organization?"

"I never forgot."

"Very good." Sloan nodded: "To achieve the goal, all sacrifices are meaningful. To put it in a sentence, everything is empty and everything is acceptable." (The meaning after being misinterpreted)

Fox paused for a moment before pushing the door and leaving: "I get it."

After watching Fox's back disappear into the gradually closed wooden door, the calmness on Sloan's face was replaced by a ray of anxiety. He opened the drawer again and took out a stack of task books with cloth from it.

After reading in detail, the binary code displayed by each piece of cloth interwoven silk thread finally pointed to a name - Levi Dell.

Looking at the papers that were densely packed in front of me, almost covering the entire table, Sloan was silent for a long time: "What is this revealing to me in a thousand years..."

In the Brotherhood, the loom that represents fate is the pillar of faith, pointing out one dangerous person after another to the assassins in the form of binary code.

But looking at the thousand years since the founding of the Brotherhood, Sloan has never found any text that can describe the current phenomenon in any record.

For the first time in a thousand years, the loom has pointed out a person's name so frequently and urgently as if it were activated by an alarm device, as if the influence of this person on order would be far greater than that of anyone in the world.

Sloan was unable to analyze detailed information about Levi from the existing information, but he knew one thing - X's disappearance was related to Levi.

He did not explain this to Fox, but Fox, known as the fox, was enough to understand this from Sloan's explanation.

X and Close are the top assassins in the Brotherhood, and below the two are foxes, some people including pig slayers, and among them, the only assassin with female identity is the fox.

The confrontation with Close made Sloan understand that if he deals with singles with top combat power, gathering people to siege his men may be killed more people.

Therefore, when he learned that Li Wei could capture X alive when he could face an enemy, Sloan immediately gave up his plan to attack the group.

In this case, letting Fox, the only female among the senior assassins, go on a mission, go on.

Female assassins targeting male targets, beautiful figures and superior appearances will never make the target alert and hostility.
Chapter completed!