Attempts to re-establish the Assassin Brotherhood in the Assassin League plane had been planned since Tanker began to establish the Templar Order. As for www.biquge.info reason? Quite simply, what would a Templar be called without the Assassin Brotherhood?

At the same time, Tan Ke also looked down on the original Assassin Alliance, and all his actions were subordinated to a loom, even if it was a loom that could send passwords, it would be too low! Think of the creed of the Brotherhood's Assassins - all things are false, all things are allowed!

You know, the reason why human beings are human beings is because human beings have free will and the right to choose their own actions. If everything is designed, what is the point of living?

Man must be the designer of his own behavior, and whether the consequences of this behavior are good or bad, he must learn to bear them. That's what a true assassin should do! Look at the assassins of the League of Assassins, succumbing to the design of a loom, such an organization, such assassins, Tan Ke must be eliminated! They don't deserve to be called assassins! They weren't even as good as the Templars! The Templars also did not need a god to teach them how to behave, instead they wanted all of humanity to act according to the rules they had set.

Carlos listened to Tan Ke's request, he lost his mind slightly, he didn't understand the intention of Tan Ke's request, but he also vaguely sensed the deep meaning of "everything is false, everything is allowed".

"I promise you. The new Assassin Order will be named the Assassin Brotherhood, whose creed includes all things are false and all things are allowed. Now, can I leave? Carlos asked.

"Aren't you going to take part in the battle to encircle the Assassin Alliance?" Tan Ke asked curiously.

Carlos shook his head, a look of remembrance in his eyes, "Forget it, Sloane they're no match for you. Somehow becoming your enemy is Sloane's sorrow. ”

Looking at the cross, Tan Ke said coldly: "I said, I can't tolerate people being manipulated by inexplicable machines. No matter what, I won't let the League of Assassins go. ”

When Cross heard this, he didn't say anything, so he walked silently towards the outside of the underground base, and when he arrived at the place, someone would naturally take him out.

After the cross, there was a fluctuation in the air behind Carlos who was standing, and Wesley, dressed in optical invisibility clothing, appeared.

Tan Ke was not surprised by Wesley's presence, as a member of the Inner Sanctum, he had full authority to know all things about the Temple. Of course, he was not qualified to know about the affairs of the Republic.

After listening to his father's words, Wesley also felt a burst of emotion in his heart. He was able to understand his father, but he would not give up his place in the temple. Because for him, he found that life here is the best life, and as for dogs, shit bosses, prostitutes, girlfriends like women, and friends like garbage, to hell with them!

"When will the encirclement of the Assassin League begin?" Wesley asked with a frown.

Wesley and Tank had a tacit understanding and didn't mention the conversation between Carlos and Tank just now. Tan Ke won't open any pot without mentioning which pot.

"This needs to be discussed by the Inner Sanctum Delegation, but if there is no accident, the encirclement operation should begin next week." Tan Ke replied crisply.

Wesley raised his head, and his somewhat greenish eyes gleamed with excitement, "Am I leading this operation?" ”

"That's right, Doer." Tan Ke nodded, "You are in charge of this sortie, but I will also be on the front line." ”

"Look at the managers, I'll destroy them!" Wesley had a cruel smile on his face.

It turns out that only killing, gunsmoke, death, and blood are his true destination, Wesley thought to himself.

Silently watching Wesley's performance, Tan Ke calculated that with such a chief of operations, the Assassin Brotherhood established by the Templars and Carlos would probably not be less fighting.

In the live broadcast room of the Assassins League of Infinite Survival-

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Tan Ke didn't look at the barrage, otherwise his cold aura would not be able to be maintained, and he would have to squirt out on the spot. Because he doesn't have superpowers in reality, just like everyone else. So it's not like pretending to be a shelf or something in the infinite world, but in the infinite world, he does feel that he is becoming more and more of a villain.

Fortunately, I caught the line of the republic, otherwise I would have really gone far.

Textile Mill No. 17.

Sloan stood in a huge, yarn-filled room. In front of him was the origin of the League of Assassins - an ancient loom that the League of Assassins called the Loom of Destiny!

It was the equivalent of the Assassins' League's Sanctuary, and all assassination orders were issued by this loom.

Sloan took out a piece of woven cloth and spread it flat on his desk.

On the cloth, there are some threads that have not been spun, and these obvious flaws are actually passwords.

Sloane quickly deciphered the code in his notebook. When he finished writing it himself, he found that a name unique to Oriental people appeared in the notebook: Chen Ke.

"Is that your name?" Sloane's voice was calm, but it was as cold as the wind blowing from the North Pole.

He had long wanted to know the true name of the Oriental, who called himself a Templar, but the Textile of Fate had been slow to give him a hint, and now Sloane finally knew the name of the other party.

Sloan looked at Chen Ke's personal information in the notebook: Chen Ke, male, age 23, height 175, ability unknown, origin unknown.

Sloan drew a black line under Chen's name, which meant nirvana. After drawing the black line, Sloane planned to close his notebook and leave the rumbling room.

For some reason, Sloan flipped his notebook forward. It turned out that in front of the notebook, in an inconspicuous corner, Sloan's name was written on a page!

"Haha! Textile of Destiny! Destiny! Sloane grinned like a night owl.

God of Fate, you have already lost your wisdom, otherwise why would you kill your faithful servant? Since you can't accurately judge right from wrong, then, let me Sloane exercise heavenly punishment on your behalf!

The Assassins' Coalition's textile factory suddenly burst into flames, and the weaver who had been ignited by the flames ran out of the factory screaming, and the flames spread throughout his body.

The plight of the weavers could not elicit a hint of pity from Wesley, who forbade his men to shoot at the burning men.

"Burn them! Don't waste bullets for them! Let the helicopters use all their firepower to blockade the factory! ”

Machine guns roaring like beasts continued to spray bullets into the exit of the factory, and some of the workers crowded at the factory gate were even killed in whole groups, stacked in small piles, like a pile of garbage, blocking the factory gates.

It was a very successful assault! No one thought that the Templars would resort to such an upright raid. Two British Apache were circling back and forth above the factory, and on the periphery of the factory, a full five tanks also surrounded the factory.

Sloane was anxiously staying with the members of the League of Assassins in the heart of the factory, in the office where the loom of fate was kept.

"The Templars are under fire! If they had used tanks to break into the factory, then the battle would have ended by now! "A man who always has a mouse around him said that his code name is Soviet, and his specialty is making rat bombs.

"They don't want to kill us all at once, they must have some purpose." Seeing another weaver cut in two by a bullet falling from the sky, Firefox turned back to Sloane, who was standing in front of the loom praying.

"Blow up all the exterior walls of the factory!" In the factory filled with gunsmoke and blood, Wesley excitedly used a walkie-talkie to give orders to the mortar team attached to the Templars.

A dozen Templar soldiers jumped out of an infantry fighting vehicle, set up mortars, and fired shells into the muzzles.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

After a violent explosion, a large hole was blown out of the walls of the factory, as if it were a large toothless mouth that was smiling mockingly.

The members of the Assassin League were all grim-faced when they saw this, they were proficient in all kinds of assassination, but they were at a loss for this kind of regular warfare. On a battlefield where bullets and artillery fire are raging, personal bravery is of no use.

The butcher was still lying outside the factory with only a third of his body still lying outside the factory, and when he first realized that the factory had been raided, the butcher rushed out with his pair of knives without saying a word, but before he could kill a single enemy, he was engulfed by the covering fire of the Temple.

"Sloane! The shelling of enemy artillery stopped! The machine gun also did not continue to shoot! Sloane stood in front of the loom of fate, and the voice of the Firefox came from behind him.

Sloan turned, and the deafening explosions, machine-gun sounds like sewing machines fell silent. Sloan came to the window, where a large group of heavily armed soldiers was rushing toward his office, led by a young white man.

"Wesley! It's Wesley! Son of the Cross! Sloan recognized at a glance who the young man was leading the team, which had been his goal of high hopes, but who would have thought that now he would become a death rusher.

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(To be continued.) )