[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

Movements, ones he'd been trained for and ones he'd never imagined.

There were times when he almost thought he was Altaïr, and this "Desmond = Altaïr" thought always made him break into a cold sweat when he left the machine.He deeply suspected that if he continued to stay on this ghost thing, maybe one day he would even forget his last name.

And that's not even the weirdest and worst.

Desmond sometimes felt that when he suspected that being fucked a thousand times by the shit of life was bad enough, life would once again prove to him that there were worse things than that.

For example, when he saw what the Templars did from Altaïr's memory, he finally began to understand why the Assassins had been hidden in the shadows until now, and Anumus' hard touch on his back reminded him again of what he had done now Both are sewing wedding dresses for the modern day Templars.

But what else could he do?

He wasn't brave enough to say out loud "I'd rather die than help the Templars!" but he also didn't want the Assassins' years of struggle to be ruined by a guy who gave up the name of Assassin and ran away.

It looks like there's no way out of the situation at hand other than aliens invading Earth or a hero descending from the sky to save him.

"Wait, who are you! Security guards! Ah──!"

It was Lucy's voice.Sounds pretty panicky.

She was the only person Desmond could feel cared for and cared for during this period.If they hadn't met under such circumstances, Desmond would definitely buy her a drink, and maybe even make friends.

"Sorry, lady, but we have a problem with the young man behind you."

What?Wait, this voice...

In Desmond's consciousness, the streets of Damascus and the crowd melted little by little, turning into quicksand and spreading out in all directions, leaving him standing alone in the blank space. No.

The subconscious mind interfered with the Animus reading memory.

Desmond opened his eyes on the machine, blinking quickly to get rid of the dry eyeballs when they first touched the air, and then he saw the man--he thought it was just an ordinary bar customer, but it should be him. Uncle and grandpa's guy.

There is also a guy with a metal arm, who looks very difficult to mess with.

"What the..."

Before Desmond could figure out what happened, there was a loud "Boom!" from behind him, followed by a violent earthquake.

And he swears that outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw an extremely ugly alien that should only appear in sci-fi movies.

"FUCK"

Why wait for the rescuers and aliens but he is not happy at all?

Someone is invited to give him a time machine, and he wants to make a new wish, which reads: I want a dog belt.

Job Change No.70 One Step

Have you ever seen aliens?

No?Well, we urbanites are better at playing, I admit it.

After all, how can a trendy man who is at the cutting edge of the times have not seen one or two aliens?

"Is that an alien? Oh my god, I read that right, it's an alien!"

Desmond jumped off the machine and walked to the window. Through the clear glass, one could see his astonished expression—a mouth that was opened into an "O" shape, and big eyes that were bloodshot but still staring.

"I'm stupid, this isn't a movie, is it?"

It's really ugly, this kind of thing is my nephew?

I think back then I was an iron-blooded real man who didn't change his face even if he failed in an assassination, jumped off a cliff and broke his leg. )assassin!

Otherwise, how could I have successfully undercovered Dr. Erskine while taking care of this great scientific researcher!

shallow!

Today's young people are too superficial!

"What's so strange about aliens?"

I rolled up my sleeves and grabbed Desmond by the collar and pulled him back.

"It's just a few ugly aliens. If you haven't beaten an alien these days, you'd be ashamed to go out and say you're a man!"

There is less than half of the 10-minute countdown left, and I can't care about the woman who was knocked unconscious by me. Under normal circumstances, we should take her away together. After all, she and Desmond With Desmond, it should be pretty clear what Abstergo was up to with Desmond, and how those weird Animus machines were going to work.

But the situation is urgent. If we bring one more person with us, we may not be able to escape within the time limit. Then we will face the angry director of S.H.I.E.L.D....I personally don't want to see him, at least in a short time.

I always feel that if he drugs me again this time, it will definitely be the kind that will die miserably.

"Aiden, are you online? We need directions."

"I expected it earlier. The dialysis is complete, and the shortest path has been sent to you."

"Thanks, Aiden."

"No. It's the best thanks for you two to stop bothering me."

After a flash of Aiden's face on the screen of the phone, it was replaced by a three-dimensional view of the building.Bucky held out his hand and asked me to throw the phone to him, then lowered his head and began to zoom in and rotate the images on the screen.I can almost hear the whirrrrr in his head as he builds a virtual Abstergo headquarters and begins to map out the "shortest route".

"What are you guys..."

Desmond made a gesture of grabbing the air phone with his left hand, and circled the air phone with his right hand. I guess it was probably

on the road map.

"What a big fuss, in this day and age, if you haven't hacked a few computers, you are ashamed to call yourself a modern person."

I couldn't help but patted the back of my elder nephew's head. How could this young man have such a poor mental quality, he would act as if it was raining red in a trivial matter.

"Is...is that so?"

"Yeah, yeah, well, don't talk too much, keep up."

Bucky threw the phone back to me and rushed out at the same time, while running, he took off the scorpion that he had been carrying on his back and hadn't been able to use it, oh, it's not good news, it means that we may have to come It's hard.

"You trained in fighting, right? I mean...the 'farm' still teaches this, right?"

Desmond pursed his lips tightly and nodded quickly twice.

"Fine. You take these, and if there's a firefight ahead, you hide until we say it's safe, and if someone walks past us, stab him...but I don't think that's going to happen."

I patted my eldest nephew, holding his fist and making him hold my pocket knife tightly.

Then he grabbed the front of his clothes and threw the man next to the houseplant in the corner.

The flying bullets made a hole in the water dispenser at the end of the corridor, and drinking water gurgled all over the floor.The thing that almost flowed all over the ground should be a mixture of red and white.

"Hit my eldest nephew, which one! Stand up!"

No one answered, or I could take the bullets pouring in as an answer.

"Do not talk nonsense."

Bucky's grenade launcher carries the conversation on my behalf.

The roar, the heat, the screaming and the same guy.

I'd almost say it's a perfect re-creation of the good old days - me and Bucky and the damn Nazis.

But now is obviously not a good time for nostalgia, maybe I can move the emotional time back a little bit.

"Zhan Baji, watch out to the left, three are coming towards you."

The smoke and fire and even the high-frequency alarms of the smoke detectors and automatic sprinklers on the roof are enough to upset the average person. If it is done properly, it may be possible to say goodbye to the three of us once and for all.

But it is a pity that we are not very ordinary people.

And they don't do it right.

"I've noticed it a long time ago." Bucky slammed the Abstergo guard's face with the barrel of a gun like a tennis ball, and the opponent turned around in a beautiful circle before falling to the ground, and the remaining two were not treated so gracefully , one was pinched by the neck and pressed against the wall to wipe his face, and the other wanted to sneak attack on Bucky's right side—probably thinking that the right side was easier to get than the left metal arm.

He is holding his stomach now so that his intestines will not accidentally flow all over the floor.

"Let's talk about winning first~ By the way, there are three people looking for him, one, two, three, four... Oh, don't mess around, I counted wrong! Hey, what kind of discrimination is this! Because I somehow feel that It's a taste."

Still not answering?

Well, anyway, both of them think that I look poorly equipped and easy to bully.

"Hey, life wisdom from seniors──Don't underestimate anyone who comes out of the kitchen!"

As I drew my scimitar, I could clearly feel the snickering from around me.

"Laugh, laugh, technology is so beautiful."

Guns are great, yes, and I've seen how dizzying the evolution of hot weapons has been over the years.But it is still one of the widely applicable common sense that it is not suitable to use guns at close range.

Otherwise, with guns, why do people still need martial arts?

"By the way, as a friendly reminder, I personally feel that I am good at counterattacking, such as this..."

First hold the opponent's action to aim, then directly hit the handle of the knife to grab the gun, and finally come with a BANG.

"Lesson one and last: Never preempt an assassin."

Draw a red circle with me as the axis.

The rest of the Abstergo thugs stood motionless on the periphery of the circle, with only one probably trying to