What kind of idea Winston played, Zhou Yi knew very well.

He would not refuse such an offer, because Winston was also on his list.

Of course, if the person on Zhou Yi's must-kill list showed favor to Zhou Yi like this, Zhou Yi would also accept it without hesitation, and then ......

When it comes to getting started, choose the quick and painless mode.

If you should do it, you have to do it, which is the same thing as in the last world, even if Zhou Yi received money from those drug lords and gang bosses, he would arrest them backhandedly.

Principle?

If you really let them go, it will be the principle of destroying Zhou Yi!

……

"So, Carlos, how did you think about it?" Zhou Yi asked.

“…… I would like to join the Templars. Carlos pondered for a moment before speaking.

In fact, the idea of just pulling out the Assassins in the League of Assassins who had betrayed their fate and killing them while still being an Assassin could still be an Assassin himself.

But then he discarded this unrealistic idea.

Because, he knew that Zhou Yi was definitely not a good person, and it was impossible to do such a bloodless business.

Moreover, Zhou Yi had said before that the purpose of the Templars was to bring the whole world back to order.

If it weren't for the existence of faith, Carlos would not have been an assassin for so many years.

Isn't it good to be an ordinary person, a rich ordinary person, and then marry a wife and have children?

Carlos actually yearns for that kind of life, but he can't do that, he can only ruthlessly abandon his son, hoping that his son will not enter this world and let his son enjoy a normal life.

Merely......

To be honest, Carlos was also a little helpless about Wesley's performance.

Can you not be so wasteful!

Carlos has always struggled.

If no one taught Wesley...... I guess it's going to go on like this.

But if you teach it yourself...... Wouldn't that be against his mother's wishes, and bring Wesley back into this dangerous world?

In this way, Carlos has been frozen and entangled, not knowing how to choose.

If it weren't for Zhou Yi's arrival, he wouldn't have made a choice until he found out about Sloane's use of the loom, turned against Sloane, and betrayed the Assassin Alliance.

But now, he must, and is willing to make, a choice in advance.

Because, now he has a better path.

"I know you may find it a little abrupt, but for an assassin, taking advantage of fate is the most unbearable thing to do."

Before Carlos could speak, he continued: "Besides...... Over the years, I've been tired, and I've been looking for a way out of this world, but there's no hope. ”

"It wasn't until you found me not long ago that I slowly figured out that the only way to become an ordinary person and quit this world is to destroy this world."

"You have given me hope, Templars, embrace order, and only by bringing order back to the world can we completely destroy a world already ruled by assassins and killers!"

"The Templars, the flame that will bring hope to the world!"

Carlos said impassionedly.

However, what awaited him was Zhou Yi's silence for a long time.

Zhou Yi: "......"

"How...... What's wrong? Carlos broke the silence with some trepidation, "Is there something wrong with what I said?" ”

"No, no, there's no problem, what you said is very good," Zhou Yi sighed and patted Carlos on the shoulder, "That's very good, the choice I made was really correct!" ”

"Sure enough, the Templars who rebelled against the Assassins knew the Templars best!"

"I've decided, you'll be in charge of our Templar Order's propaganda from now on!"

Master Assassin = Senior Templar, this formula is indeed true, if it weren't for the Senior Templar, he would definitely not be able to say such a reasonable thing!

Before Zhou Yidu passed the fire, Carlos had already started to take the initiative to ignite the fire by himself!

"Huh?" Carlos was stunned, "Zhou Yi, don't be Zhou Yi!" ”

Carlos panicked.

"Ahem, just kidding, don't worry, I'm much more skilled than you in writing propaganda slogans," Zhou Yi waved his hand, no longer joking, and asked with a serious face, "So, now, when are you going to contact Wesley?" ”

"Does it have to be like this?" Carlos coaxed again.

"If you plan to become a Templar against the Assassin Alliance, and your son is taken away, cultivated, or even misled into becoming our enemy by the Assassin Alliance," Zhou Yi said, "then whatever. ”

“…… Alright then......" Carlos had to say, "do you have any plans?" ”

Zhou Yi: "??? ”

"No, Wesley isn't my son, it's you who want to recognize him, and it's not me!" Zhou Yi was stunned, "You asked me what I plan to do?" ”

"It's because I don't have an idea, that's why I'm asking for your opinion!" Carlos was rightly proud.

"You're really ......" Zhou Yi sighed, but he did understand Carlos's difficulties, "Okay, then, as the guide to guide you into the Templar Order, let me make a detailed plan for you!" ”

……

Wesley always felt as if someone was watching him these days.

However, whenever he had the feeling of being watched secretly, and looked back in the direction from which the feeling came, he could not see anything, and there was nothing abnormal at all.

This made him think that his anxiety attack had flareed up again.

Just like now.

Wesley walked on the dark road.

He had just finished working overtime in the company at the unreasonable request of the fat woman's boss, and it was almost late at night, so he went home.

His exhausted body, his hunger until now when he hadn't eaten dinner, and the mental exhaustion from enduring the mental attack of the fat boss's boss had caused him to fall into an extremely negative mood.

And it was at this time -

Wesley suddenly felt that feeling, the feeling of being watched in the dark, reappeared.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Wesley's breathing gradually became rapid, his heart raced, his blood rushed, and he felt as if his perspective was ghosted, and what he saw and heard began to slow down.

"Damn it......" Wesley leaned weakly against the wall and pulled out a bottle of tranquilizer pills from his pocket, only to find that the bottle was empty.

"Fack!" Wesley dropped the bottle, stood up, and walked forward.

However, the distance that was usually not too far was unusually long at this time, especially the kind of secret gaze that could not be found at all.

"Whew......" Wesley suddenly looked up, following the direction his gaze had come from.

In his slowed perspective, he saw a corner of his clothes, flashing in the corner of the wall, disappearing!

Someone is really watching him!

"Who's ......?"

Wesley felt as if his body was a little out of his control, and he stumbled to the corner with his steps, big and small, but this time, in the alley, it was still the same as he had experienced several times before.

There is no one.

"Who the hell! Who's there! Wesley yelled, "Come out!" ”

As if to vent his emotions, Wesley lay on the ground with some weakness, breathing rapidly to relieve his rapid heartbeat.

No food, no physical strength, and the opening of a huge amount of assassin blood, coupled with emotional tension and exhaustion, Wesley's ability to not faint now has already explained one thing.

He's really, incredibly talented.

Just then, footsteps rang out, and gradually, they approached Wesley.

Wesley was startled and tried to sit up.

However, before Wesley could sit up, the owner of the footsteps had already arrived in front of Wesley.

"Don't move." The man was wearing a hood and had a pistol pointed at Wesley.

"Wesley, I've been paying attention to you for a long time."

PS: Laughing ← today