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"Where's the League of Assassins?"

"The origin is unknown. According to the records on the dark web, they have existed longer than the dark web... There is no information about their origins in either the Continental Hotel or the several spy organizations."

"Sloane, Firefox, Butcher, Veteran and Ace Carlos... According to the records on the dark web, this person has never failed in his mission."

"Among them, the four top executives except Firefox are all in the age group of 30 to 40, standard middle-aged men."

"Where's Firefox?"

"There are very few records about her, and basically no description of her body shape can be found. I can only know that she was a fairly young woman..."

"In view of the group's share price..."

"You are worrying too much, Dad... Notfa... To be precise, the department he leads is currently not qualified to affect the market value of the group's stocks. Their current work results cannot make shareholders pay attention to them..."

"I speculate that this should be a task commissioned by a group that intends to develop in this direction..."

"Who issued the protection mission? That's a full 100 million US dollars. If it weren't for the purpose of leveraging the market, I can't think of anyone who would care so much about the life of a Stark executive..."

"It's the secret agent planted by the group into the Continental Hotel, Tobjörn Noshinnowe..."

Ellie responded

"The Continental Hotel is not an unknown secret force at the top. Many companies will place spies inside to inquire about information about the company's development or tasks... The commission to assassinate Notfa was not given to the Assassin's League from the beginning. …It hung in the Continental Hotel for several days first.”

"Hmm...can you monitor Notfa's situation?"

"Yes, I have permission to access the group's internal network... He has been working overtime intensively since two days ago. According to the management plan and work progress he submitted, he still needs to be in Stark Tower Stay for three to four days...I can ask the security team to keep an eye on that side a little longer. Of course, I need to borrow Tony's name."

"Then let's do this for now. I'll go to that church first..."

"By the way, where is that church?"

"135 Purple Rose Street, Queens... Do you want me to call a taxi for you? I have the taxi company's phone number."

"I wish you could...my good girl."

...

There was no one in the church on Saturday morning.

John stood at the door with a hot dog and looked at the environment inside while eating it in small bites.

The church is quite large... but according to the church's funding plan, it shouldn't be that big... But maybe the believers on Purple Rose Street like to donate?

And John did not see the shadow of surveillance equipment in the temple...Otherwise, except that the priest liked to keep his hood closed, there seemed to be nothing wrong here.

"Thank you! Father... thank you so much!"

"You should thank the Almighty Lord, my child...go and come back next time..."

The conversation between the priest and the lame young man attracted John's attention. He ate the hot dog in three strokes and cleaned his hands hastily behind his back. John stopped the limping man who was about to walk out.

"Hey man, you look like you're in a good mood...can you tell me what happened?"

"Oh...are you also a believer in the Lord?"

"Um...I..."

"He's not, George...go ahead, kid, and I'll clear this gentleman's mind."

It is worth mentioning that John changed into Goldsteinson's face before entering the church... which made him look uncomfortable.

"Are you questioning my faith? Father."

"I'm just stating the facts, sir... If you need worship please come back tomorrow."

“Who said you can’t talk to God on Saturdays?”

"The God we believe in is not Jesus, sir... It's just my job to be a priest, and today is not my working time."

"What is the logic?"

John's questioning made the priest a little irritated.

He raised his face, letting John see the crude mask on his face

"God took away my face forever...but my faith saved my broken heart..."

"Sorry sir, I feel the call of the Lord... We have to temporarily close."

John rubbed his nose and looked around the empty hall, thinking that it would be better to put on a harmless face next time.

"Of course sir... I took the liberty of disturbing you."

John turned and walked out of the church.

"A bad start?"

"It doesn't matter... I'll take a look tonight. I'll go around and ask around first to find out what kind of church will openly spread other beliefs."

...

As the sun went down, John sat in the cafe across the street looking at the closed church and fell into deep thought.

I used the transformation technique to ask around and found that the residents here didn't know much about the situation in this church... In fact, very few people now take time to go to the church to worship.

Their impression of the place is that it was a church that opened a long time ago.

John, who still had no clue, took a sip of hot cocoa, took out the phone issued by the Continental Hotel and started browsing.

"Hello sir, is there anyone sitting here?"

John took a look at the woman's exaggerated and revealing appearance, and quietly hid inside.

"No one...but Miss, I have to leave soon..."

"Well, I know...you came here for that church...and by the way, so do I."

John looked at her doubtfully

"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't understand what you meant..."

"Ginny O'Connor...reporter for the Daily Bugle."

Ginny sat opposite John and looked at him slightly warily.

"I've been paying attention to you for a long time, sir... You have an exaggerated ability to disguise yourself... In fact, even now I'm not sure if the person I'm looking for is you..."

"You're sitting in front of me now, aren't you? Miss O'Connor... what kind of news would drive a beauty like you to explore a street church?"

"It seems I made the right bet?"

Ginny's eyes lit up, and then she asked quickly

"Are you an agent? Which organization do you belong to? FBI? CIA? Do you have anything to say about the massacre that occurred in the small town of Niplan in the Middle East a few months ago?...Also...your face-changing technology was developed by your organization Confidential?"

"I'm sorry, beautiful lady...I am not an FBI, CIA or mi6 agent..."

"I'm just a killer...I'm just investigating this out of interest..."