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"That's what you want from the Loom of Destiny."

Sloan took Xia Hua to the attic of the tallest building of the Brotherhood. The place was particularly empty, with only an automatically operating loom in the center standing out.

“You can’t imagine what the looms and fraternities represented in those days.”

Sloan reached out and gently touched the handle of the loom, his tone full of nostalgia.

"When I execute Cross and the others tomorrow, I will have the loom delivered to you."

Xia Hua didn't care about Sloan's little thoughts. He put his hand on the loom while shouting how cool it was.

Sure enough, the system didn't respond.

Probably due to insufficient points, the Destiny Loom did not prompt for enhancement options.

Xia Hua was a little disappointed, but felt that it was reasonable.

After all, this is a magical treasure with prophecy function. If you want to strengthen it in the next step, you will definitely need a lot of points.

After recognizing the place, Xia Hua stopped staying and took the initiative to leave.

Rejected Sloane's suggestion that he stay overnight.

The main reason is that I am afraid that this old boy will do something behind his back.

But don't forget that the boat capsized in the gutter at the end and got into his way.

Moreover, tomorrow's operation also requires the cooperation of the West Coast base. Xia Hua wants to close the door and fight the dog, and does not want to miss any opportunity to earn points.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. The points provided by the ordinary assassins of the Brotherhood are only a few sporadic points, but they cannot support the large number.

Quantitative changes will also cause qualitative changes, but this wave of leeks cannot be wasted.

Here, the Brotherhood is working hard to build a high platform and set the stage for the execution of Carlos.

On the other side, after Xia Hua left the textile factory, he changed clothes and sneaked back to the west coast base to organize tomorrow's plan in detail.

Wesley, who ran out of the hospital, sneaked into the apartment, knocked out several SFPDs, and obtained the watch bomb that had been prepared in the secret room compartment.

Then he used peanut butter to catch a carload of rats from the sewer, and spent the night strapping bombs to the rats.

After making all preparations, Wesley finally lay down in the bathtub filled with liquid and slept for a while.

When the surface of the liquid in the bathtub turned into a white solid, he finally regained most of his energy.

The liquid Wesley took a bath in was the Brotherhood's unique white wax repair liquid that accelerates wound healing and promotes fatigue recovery.

It is a unique product of the Brotherhood, and like the secret medicine that can adapt to bullet time, it is one of the foundations of the Brotherhood's strength.

By the next morning, Wesley was ready to go and the Brotherhood was ambushing him on all sides.

Xia Hua, on the other hand, watched their performance in the atmosphere.

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Eleven in the morning.

A high platform of about twenty square meters was set up in the open space in front of the Brotherhood Factory.

There were three columns on this table, with firewood scattered around them.

It seems that Sloane is going to imitate the witch hunts of the Middle Ages and burn the three Carloss alive.

As time passed, many assassins arrived one after another under the high platform.

They were all solemn, and some even wore hats, as if they were attending a funeral.

At 11:30, the three shackled Carloss were put on the high platform.

The three people who were seriously injured and injected with mild sedatives simply lost their ability to resist.

He could only be held up by two strong assassins on his left and right, and tied to a wooden stake.

The assassins below the high platform saw Carlos and others appearing and immediately cursed.

The scene is almost out of control.

There was an endless stream of vulgar and despicable words, and the web was woven into a huge wave of curses and curses.

Carlos, as the culprit, was naturally sprayed all over his body.

But his body was paralyzed and his head was so dizzy that he couldn't even speak. He could only use his eyes to glare at Sloan, who had a proud face and slowly walked towards him surrounded by assassins.

And this scene was exactly what Sloan had dreamed of.

"When the clown comes, you will listen to me and smash the cup as a signal. Shoot the lunatic to death first. Do you understand?"

After Sloan felt somewhat satisfied, his face calmed down, but his tone was particularly cold and full of murderous intent.

When it was twelve o'clock at noon, Sloan saw that the clown hadn't come yet, and he had some bad premonitions in his heart.

Did he notice something?

The black man over fifty thought to himself.

Waited a while longer.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Sloan did not want to waste any more time, lest there would be a long night and a lot of dreams, and an accident would happen.

So Sloan stood out from the crowd and walked to the high platform calmly.

He walks like a dragon and moves like a tiger, and his demeanor is not angry but powerful, showing the aura of a big boss.

I saw Sloan facing more than 100 assassins alone. He pressed his hands to stop the noise in the audience.

"Our brotherhood takes killing one person to save a hundred as its creed and saving the world from fire and water. It has a history of thousands of years."

Sloan's voice is full of breath, full of reminiscences of history.

He walked around, keeping everyone's eyes on him.

"For these thousands of years, assassins have hidden in the shadows of society and silently carried out their destiny's choices."

"We have power, but it's for world peace! To save more lives."

"We have wealth, but the wealth is just to serve better logistics."

"We have rights too, but it's an alliance of like-minded people with the same goal."

"Under the guidance of the loom of fate, we moved forward and endured hardships! Only then can we achieve stability and peace in modern society!"

"We are the pioneers! We are the redeemers! And we are the Lambs of God!"

"We are proud of our identity as assassins!"

"But now..."

Sloan's voice changed, and he pointed at Carlos, his tone becoming indignant.

"...Today, a thousand years later, someone has betrayed the rules of the Brotherhood. His name appeared on the Loom of Destiny but he is trying to survive! He even wants to overthrow the Brotherhood! He wants to destroy the power that has maintained the world and saved the world for thousands of years. !”

"Today, I will solemnly announce on behalf of fate that the names of these three people appear on the loom. They are heinous and unforgivable! They should be sentenced to death!"

Sloane pronounced divine decrees as loudly as a cult leader.

As if acting on behalf of Tianyi, the fate of Carlos and the others was decided, which attracted applause from the whole house.

Those assassins who are in the know are excited about greater benefits in the future.

Those ignorant assassins are filled with joy for revenge.

Seeing the bustling crowd, Sloan said in his mind that people's hearts can be used and current affairs are behind me, and he took out a lighter from his pocket.

Immediately, one of his subordinates took a bucket of gasoline and poured it on the combustible materials on the high platform.

"In the game of fate, we will always be on the right side. We...are the assassins!"

Sloane raised his lighter hand and lit the flame as if he were lighting a torch representing the creed of the Brotherhood.

The assassins looked at this small flame with eyes shining with fascination.

It was as if they saw the future.

That flame will be passed down from generation to generation forever.

But in Sloan's mind, he was laughing.

"I am the right destiny, you all serve me and my descendants until death!"

With this thought in his mind, Sloan gently threw out the lighter in his hand.

The orange-red flames crossed a beautiful parabola and fell on the gasoline-soaked wood, instantly igniting a fire.

Let it burn! !Let it burn! !

Deal with you first, then kill the clown.

From now on, the Brotherhood will have no worries!

Sloan's eyes reflected crazy fire.

He didn't take Carlos' son Wesley seriously at all.

But just such an insignificant waste in Sloan's eyes will disrupt his chess game, disrupt his moves, and make all his efforts in vain.

so…

According to the plot of the movie, it’s time for the hero to appear next!

Then, the engine roared and a violent crash came from the factory gate.

"Bang!!!"