The Godfather of American Comics

Outside the textile factory, Frank's body was as cold as falling into an ice cellar, but inside the textile factory, it had turned into a scarlet hell.

And Weller finally found the old guy Sloan.

When he found Sloan, the old man was hiding in the room where the destiny loom was kept, paying attention to the situation outside and preparing to evacuate at any time.

The moment Weller came in, Sloan gave up the attack and turned around to leave.

Originally, he had some hope of repelling the enemy, but when he saw it was Weller, he turned around and left without hesitation.

But as soon as he moved, several figures surrounded him at extremely fast speeds.

It's the ninja dogs.

It was under their guidance that Weller was able to find Sloan in the shortest possible time.

Sloan paused, his eyes flickered, and he turned to Weiler with a smile.

"We finally meet, Godfather of Hell."

"Hoohoo!"

The ninja dogs crouched low and let out threatening growls.

Weller waved his hand, and the ninja dogs became quiet, but they still looked at Sloan warily.

"It seems that you are a sensible person. If you do those things, we will definitely meet."

Weller looked at Sloane playfully.

Sloan's face straightened: "Yes, all of this is guided by fate."

Weller's mouth twitched.

This old guy still wants to fool him?

"This is the mission you took, right? The mission to kill me."

"No, it's fate!"

Sloan remained serious.

"You are really shameless."

Weller looked at Sloan speechlessly, too lazy to talk to him.

"Everything is guided by fate. I am just a tool to interpret fate from the loom."

As he spoke, Sloan said with a painful expression: "I'm tired of it after all these years. I hate making tools like this, so... let me go, and I can give you money."

Sloan's face was full of sincerity.

"I am willing to use money to make up for the harm I caused you! Damn fate! It has harmed too many people!"

Wheeler: "..."

He had seen shameless people, but never such a shameless one.

but money...

Weller hesitated.

It's not impossible to give him enough money, but... this old guy is about to play a much greater role than that money. Whether he can win over those weavers depends on him.

Thinking of this, Weller's eyes narrowed.

Sloan, who had been watching Weller, noticed Weller's expression and screamed secretly. Murderous intent appeared in his cloudy eyes, and he grabbed the weapon at his waist while waving his arms.

But the ninja dogs are faster!

The four ninja dogs bit Sloan's limbs almost simultaneously and pushed him to the ground. Parker walked past Sloan, slapped the two guns aside with his paws, and stuck out his tongue at Weller.

Weller raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Well done."

What is it like to be a ninja dog?Decoration?

"Bru!"

Weller said calmly and looked at Blue, who was the largest.

"Drag him out, oh, by the way, his arms and legs are useless."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ninja dogs bit him hard. With a cry of pain, Sloan's hands and feet were bitten off by the ninja dogs.

Weller walked up to Sloan, knelt down and asked with a smile: "Where are those lists?"

"What list?"

Sloan felt a glimmer of hope.

"Those 'destiny lists' with your own names written on them that you interpreted."

Sloan was shocked.

How did Weller know about this?

Could it be Cross?

But why does the Godfather of Hell want this list?

Is it for...those assassins?

Does he want to take back these assassins?

Thinking of this, he endured the pain of broken hands and feet and said slowly: "Let me go, I will tell you, and I will give you all my money!"

Weller shook his head and said: "Impossible."

Sloan's face darkened.

Yes, he is so stupid.

As the Godfather of Hell, how could he be short of money?He actually wants to use money to buy his own name. How stupid!

"Parker, go find those lists."

Parker nodded and left quickly with the other six ninja dogs.

With their keen sense of smell and perception, they can find those lists by just following the traces left by Sloan and wasting some time.

"It's time for this war to end."

Weller whispered and walked out.

Blue bit one of Sloan's legs and hurriedly followed.

The two sides in the textile factory were still fighting, but the fighting ninjas and assassins obviously avoided two locations on the battlefield.

That's where Mr.

Mr.

Although Firefox is also very powerful, her advantage lies in the long-range attacks of firearms. Facing Brian who is up close, she has little power to parry.

If Brian hadn't thought that Firefox was very strong and wanted to save the opponent's life, Firefox would have been cut into two pieces by Brian's water breath.

Knocking off Firefox's weapon with the back of the knife, Brian's knife fell on Firefox's neck like a gentle ray of water.

Firefox stiffened and stood on the spot.

Just when she was about to speak up and ask Brian why he attacked them.

"stop!"

Weller's voice echoed throughout the battlefield.

Mr.

After the ninjas heard this, they immediately distanced themselves from the assassins in the textile factory. The assassins who were at a disadvantage also stopped vigilantly and looked towards the place where the sound appeared.

In the corridor on the second floor of the textile factory, Weller held Sloan's collar and looked condescendingly at everyone below. When everyone stopped and their eyes fell on him, he said with a smile: "I showed up today. Here, we are here to save you from the hands of fate.”

Hearing this, the assassins had different expressions, some were disdainful, some were stunned, and some were thinking.

"The so-called fateful assassination is just a lie, a lie that uses your beliefs to achieve personal goals."

Hearing this, Huo Hu had a solemn expression, while Mr.

Cross didn't say anything, he just looked at Weller with complicated eyes.

Several ninja dogs appeared next to Weller, each holding some paper in their mouths.

Weller took it and piled all the papers in front of him: "These papers all have your names on them. As assassins of fate, you are called enemies of fate. Don't you think it's funny?"

Hearing this, the faces of the assassins who had doubts about their faith became very ugly, while the faces of those who were sincere turned pale.

"I do not believe!"

Firefox shouted.

Weller smiled faintly and threw down all the lists in his hand, and asked Parker to send the one that was specially selected as belonging to Firefox.