"You don't have to kill yourself." Wesley raised his gun and said to the fox.

"I told you my story." The fox said.

"I just said that times are changing, and the loom of destiny has come to an end. We don't need to follow its commands."

"But I haven't changed yet. I'm sorry I can't be with you, 'bang'." The gunshots, the fox fell down with a smile, and his body fell to the ground. Wesley felt distressed for a moment. He slowly walked over and closed the fox's eyes. "Is FOX a name or a nickname?" He said softly, then picked up the fox's pistol, and walked out. The room where the fate loom was placed was in a mess, but Sloan was not here. Wesley walked out slowly. When he came out, he saw Sloan falling on the ground, his legs seemed to be unable to move, and he was still holding a Mauser pistol and looking around.

"Bang" Wesley held up his gun and fired, and the first shot hit Sloan's hand. Mauser's pistol fell to the ground. "Sloan, why did you forget Carlos? Do you think the people on the outside can really kill him?" Wesley walked to Sloan and said.

"Let me go, I can give you money." Sloan began to beg for mercy, but Wesley was not careless. This guy could also make the bullet turn. Wesley fired again, this time using the Fox's M1911, which broke Sloan's arms in two shots, and the large caliber was very powerful.

Wesley then began to search Sloan and found a mobile phone directly, without anything else. The old guy ran very simply, pressing his finger on the data interface of the mobile phone. After a while, Apple reported that "it found a bank account and password, and there was also a safe in the bank, which needed a key."

Wesley searched again and finally found the key in the mezzanine of Sloan's suit. Then he raised his hand and shot him directly. He didn't ask anything, and there was no need to ask. Hydra would definitely not meet him, and the people who met were also minions.

Take out your phone and say, "How are you?"

"It's okay, these are just some mixed fish. What are we doing now?" Carlos asked.

"Come to me, we need to clean up here and burn it with a fire."

"Okay." Carlos is thinking about retirement now and then living with his son. He doesn't need to continue working because he is the only one left. The guys on the outside no longer dare to move. They are also a bunch of garbage. Carlos will not recruit them, so it's better to retire.

Soon after, Carlos arrived. Wesley looked at him and was not injured. Then he began to check the entire Seventeenth Textile Factory with Carlos, collecting the wealth of the Assassin's door, most of which were bank cards. There were indeed many bank cards for dozens of people. Wesley gathered their mobile phones and matched passwords one by one. Carlos collected some weapons and ammunition, found a box car to put it in, and then began to prepare to set the fire.

Wesley finally came to the fox and picked her up. Then he went to her room, put him on the bed, and kissed her lips, "The world is changing, you may see it in the next life." He said softly, and Wesley turned around and left, gently closed the door.

"Huh... let's light the fire." Wesley walked out of Textile Factory No. 17. The police today seemed to have received orders, and the surroundings were still quiet.

"Are you okay?" Carlos asked looking at Wesley.

"It's not bad. Fox and I are two kinds of people. I said that, so we didn't start and there was no end." Wesley said with a smile.

Carlos didn't ask again. He didn't know how to comfort others. Then he fired a shot. The bullet fell on the ground full of gasoline. The flames began to spread. The father and son got in the car and left.

"Where are we going next?" Carlos asked.

"Of course I packed up my things and went to New York. It was a big city. But before that, we need to dig up Sloan's wealth and see what good things he saved. You can put on makeup, right?"

"Of course, the assassin's essential skill disguise."

"That's good. We need to take out all the wealth of these people in different images and live a good life. In addition, I still need to continue training. I, a graduate of the crash course, are not qualified."

"Okay, I'll train you myself, let's go to the birthplace of the Assassin Brotherhood, where my friends are there, you can meet."

"Of course." The two of them began to leave with laughter, and the No. 17 textile factory behind them was already in full swing.

The drone watched all this, "The Gibsons and sons destroyed the Assassin's headquarters and they were leaving."

"It's really amazing. The two of them destroyed the Assassin's base camp. Those guys from the periphery will escape. They are safe. Is the sir back? Do we need to contact?"

"No, it seems that things in New York are not simple. We should continue to monitor it. Don't contact them. Once they are alarmed, they will disappear at any time." The agents of SHIELD continued to monitor remotely, and it was electronic monitoring, so they did not dare to dispatch personnel.

When he returned home, Wesley sat in front of the window with interest and looked at the original rental house with a telescope. Casey seemed to have moved out, probably to Barry's place. Wesley laughed at this point, and Barry was going to be in trouble.

The next day, the father and son started to act separately and withdraw the funds from dozens of bank cards. Instead of transferring money, they withdraw cash directly. The assassins have the habit of recording passwords with their mobile phones, but Wesley threw it away directly.

On the third day, Wesley came to the largest bank, where Sloan deposited money, with more than 100 million US dollars in his account. This was unable to withdraw cash directly, but transferred it into a new stock account and then purchased Stroke Industrial's stock. The stock price is now 50% of the original stock price. It seems that after Tony Stroke left the board of directors, they were unable to turn the situation around.
Chapter completed!