Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

The underground of St. Paul's Cathedral is as dark as every day in London. It's not a sewer, it looks like a group of underground tombs.

It is difficult to imagine what the late Father Anthony did every night in the graveyard.

Wesley, who was walking underground, did not relax his vigilance. The beyond-visual range brought by the "blood power" of the Assassin League allowed him to control all the situations here as soon as he entered the underground tombs.

The suitcase was thrown carelessly in the elevator. As for that elevator, it was the confessional cubicle where Father Anthony was.

The heavy sniper rifle components in the suitcase have been assembled by Wesley and are held in his hands.

The narrow environment of the catacombs is actually not suitable for using heavy sniper rifles. However, for Wesley, the influence of environmental factors does not exist at all!

The bullet was loaded, and his left eye slowly closed. The field of view in the sniper scope broke through the limit with the blessing of beyond visual range, and Wesley's hand was slowly on the trigger.

The catacombs are intricate and intricate, like a huge maze. Super-distance sniping with ballistic turns should have been done in a place with a wide field of vision. However, for Wesley today, the impact of environmental factors can basically be ignored.

The choir of St. Paul's Cathedral above was singing holy music, and in the catacombs below, Wesley's finger pressed the trigger.

The hammer struck and ignited, and the gunpowder in the cartridge case ignited instantly. The specially-made warhead rotated along the rifling and shot out.

The choir's singing was extremely holy, passing through the floor above to the underground, echoing slightly through the empty tomb.

The warhead changed its flight direction to the beat of the song, passing through the dim tomb, through the quiet tomb passage, and through the neck of... the heavily armored soldier.

At the end of the tomb is a door full of technology. The two heavily armored soldiers at the door still maintain a standing posture. Only the large holes on both sides of their necks are shocking.

One wears two.

The angle of view slowly pulled back, then faster and faster, until it returned to Wesley's gun.

The muzzle of the gun, which was emitting a faint white smoke, was slowly lowered. Wesley put the sniper rifle back on his back, let out a sigh of relief, and then his body sank.

The two streams of air were sucked into Wesley's lungs along with the fine dust. The thin old man's clothes actually bulged slightly, and then he rushed out as an afterimage.

The floor shattered, leaving a deep footprint.

The dull air in the catacombs became even more turbid under the influence of this figure, and Wesley, in just a few seconds, rushed from the entrance of the catacombs to the technological door, and put his hands on his coat. Looking inside, two submachine guns were quickly pulled out.

Wesley was like a whirlwind, spinning on the spot and firing, blasting all the surveillance cameras outside the door in almost half a breath.

The submachine gun was thrown to the ground by Wesley, and the two heavily armed soldiers stood on the spot, one on the left and one on the right, like two stunned door gods.

The moment Wesley stopped, with the strong wind blowing, he strolled forward, put a hand on the shoulder of a corpse, and patted it gently.

The bodies of the heavily armored soldiers fell like falling blocks. Wesley silently put his right hand into his coat, took out a strange spray gun-like object, and sprayed it on the ground with a grimace.

That's gel explosive.

When the Yanguo Brotherhood handed this thing to him, he thought it was a glue gun used by decoration workers.

Taking out a walkie-talkie from the waist of the corpse, Wesley slowly walked behind a load-bearing column, raised his left hand upward, made a strange gesture, and turned on the walkie-talkie with his right hand.

"There is a suspicious person at the door, please support."

Wesley said in a rough voice, and a hook lock instantly shot out from the device in his left hand and was nailed to the ceiling. Wesley turned into a black shadow and jumped directly to the load-bearing beam of the catacombs.

That is the multifunctional hidden sword provided by the Flame Nation Brotherhood.

Wesley, who was squatting on the load-bearing beam, lamented that technology has changed life. Behind the high-tech door, there was a rush of footsteps. A dozen heavily armed soldiers rushed out, and the leader made several tactical moves. , the heavily armored soldiers were divided into four groups, ready to explore various parts of the catacombs.

Wesley raised the corner of his mouth, raised his left arm, and the button of the gel explosive spray gun was gently pressed.

"boom!"

There was a violent explosion and thick smoke. The heavily armored soldiers led by them almost immediately wanted to lie down, but it was of no use.

No matter how thick the armor is, the bomb impact caused by a close explosion is enough to shatter their internal organs!

Even the heavy automatic door made of metal was blown open at this moment. The red alarm light flashed continuously along with the siren sound, and the dim tomb was intermittently dyed red.

And Wesley's sniper rifle raised its muzzle again at this moment.

"Bang, bang, bang."

The three bullets all rushed towards the door that was blown open. The choir's music was at its climax at the end, and the bullets, accompanied by the high pitch of the bel canto, penetrated the throats of the soldiers who came to support one after another.

Wesley's gun-raising posture remained unchanged, and behind the door, there were corpses.

The sniper rifle was casually swung by Wesley and hit the load-bearing column, breaking into two sections. Wesley jumped lightly from the beam, patted the dust on his coat, and walked briskly toward the door. Go inside.

He behaves elegantly like an old gentleman.

The red light of the warning light made the face of the leader of the League of Assassins look particularly grim. The entire corridor was filled with the smell of blood, and corpses lay scattered on the ground. In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of mechanical starting, like the sound of a pneumatic valve being opened.

Moreover, dozens of them were opened at once.

"An army of clones? Interesting."

Wesley stroked his chin thoughtfully, then pulled out two pistols from his waist, stuck the sight on the edge of his belt and pushed hard, bullets, loaded!

When the over-the-horizon was turned on, Wesley's coat automatically rustled without wind, and the line of sight went from Wesley's eyes to the end of the aisle, and the next second, a shocked expression appeared on Wesley's face.

The Knights Templar Order...have they become so insane?

As the over-the-horizon line of sight passed, from Wesley's perspective, countless humanoid creatures with smooth bodies were walking out of the end of the aisle.

They are said to be humanoid creatures because they are not human at all. His facial features were blurred, and his whole body was covered with exposed veins, crawling all over his body like a network. And those things that should be eyes were glowing red at the moment. There were no lips, and the jagged fangs were exposed in the air. It looked like , as if smiling strangely.

Wesley frowned and muttered.

"What on earth is this..."