It was a bullet that would turn.

A bullet fired from the fox's gun, a bullet that cost no more than three American knives, was discharged and took the lives of twelve assassins, including the black gunsmith, the white pistol, and the tinkerer.

And then.

The bullet drew a circular shape, and at the end it set its sights on the fox that had struck him.

Boom!

The fox closed his eyes, then tilted his head slightly, and fell to the somewhat unbearable floor beside him.

Bang!

Baker, who was in the Destiny Loom room under Sloane's office, withdrew his gaze and saw Sloan running in through the door.

Seeing this messy scene, Sloane took a cursory look, then heard Wesley's seemingly howling voice from upstairs, scolded Shetley with a very ugly face, and then hurried out.

Not much.

Baker, who was standing on the roof, also saw Wesley, who walked out of the textile mill with a blank and blind expression.

Baker snorted twice.

Wesley's state at the moment is very similar, how to say, after the impulse, the ache and emptiness that came from all sides of the body after the adrenaline subsided.

The assassins of the textile mill are nothing more than a bunch of bad guys with pistols?

Hehe.

Wesley had just said this to Sloan in his office, and it was clear that it was another non-brainstorm.

Why did Baker call himself Hero?

Because......

It's always the bad guys who have always been against the heroes.

Wesley stumbled out of the mill at the end, and almost as soon as Wesley left, a lot of people came from all around.

These people were from various Assassin Orders in New York, and there were even five high-end men in suits and white gloves who walked into the textile factory that had been hit by a Category 10 typhoon.

These five people belong to the InterContinental Hotel.

Inquisitor.

The Inquisitor of the Intercontinental Hotel is the Inquisitor of the Assassin world, and the status of the InterContinental Hotel in the Assassin world is the same as that of the United Nations, and the major Assassin organizations are like the countries under the command of the United Nations.

Of course.

The InterContinental Hotel was also founded with the resources of five of the most powerful Assassin Organizations.

Baker's [New York Brotherhood]?

Belch......

The New York Brotherhood is in the InterContinental Hotel what Pakistan is in the UN.

The error is no more than one Wakanda.

Ten minutes later.

The five Inquisitors from the Intercontinental Hotel stepped out of the textile mill and left in the limousine that was already waiting at the door.

Five minutes later.

The phone that Baker had placed in his arms vibrate.

[Wesley Gibson, Expulsion Out of Bounds, Bounty Amount, One Million, 24 hours until it takes effect.] 】

Look.

That's the price of impulsiveness.

The corners of Baker's mouth twitched, and the saddest thing was that Wesley didn't know that he was blacklisted at this moment.

This thing doesn't think that after destroying the textile factory, it will be able to live a new life without incident, right?

Back in the apartment.

Obviously.

Fox has also received a push message from the InterContinental Hotel app.

But......

The fox didn't want to ask this question, but frowned a little and said, "Why was my account cancelled?" ”

Baker closed the door and walked towards the bathroom, shrugged his shoulders with his back to the fox: "Who knows, maybe the Intercontinental Hotel thinks you're dead, and it would be good to sign up for one again after a while, lest those organizations remember our trick, your new ID is in the third cabinet next to the sofa." ”

The fox was slightly stunned.

A file bag was removed from the cabinet.

Open it.

Pour out.

A driver's license.

An SSN social security number.

A credit card.

There are other forms of identification.

The fox looked at the name on the driver's license with his photo.

Jane Fox?

Fox......

No, it was Jane who blinked and looked at the photo on her driver's license.

"Do you like it?" Baker's voice came out of the bathroom with the sound of a shower: "I asked a friend from the FBI to help me get it, not from the Intercontinental Hotel." ”

Jane couldn't help laughing and said, "When did you get this photo?" ”

Baker didn't answer, just asked, "What about the camera technology?" ”

"You're old with me."

"I think it's pretty good."

Jian Ha smiled, got up and walked to the bathroom door, twisted, the door didn't open. The door was locked from the inside.

Baker would have locked the door at the time.

Jane is a killer.

In the same room as a killer, the person who doesn't lock the door is estimated to have an IQ that is not as good as Wesley's.

And......

Baker is very measured, he and Jane will definitely not become lovers, since there is no future in sight, some things still need to be avoided.

This is not Baker's hypocrisy, or the same sentence, Baker thinks that Jane is his family more than the two ignorant sisters in Chicago.

Half an hour later.

Baker walked out of the bathroom.

Jane is gone.

A note was left on the glass table.

[Let's go, thank you, when I'm settled, I'll invite you to drink at the Intercontinental Hotel.] 】

Baker wiped his hair with a towel, looked at the message on the note, and smiled slightly upwards at the corners of his mouth.

This is......

Annoyed and angry?

That's how it should be, right?

Half an hour later.

Baker also went out and stopped a taxi on the side of the road, and after giving an address, the taxi drove quickly towards its destination.

Soon.

The taxi crossed the Manhattan Bridge and traveled about three kilometers before dropping off Baker in front of a red five-story apartment.

After getting out of the car, Baker tidied up the corners of his clothes, and then, looking around, he directly entered the [Void Attack] state and walked towards the red apartment building across the road.

This time Baker is here to do good.

Obviously.

Baker didn't think Wesley would survive the industry-wide shutdown twenty-four hours later.

So......

Baker plans to avenge the cross with his own hands and send Sloan to Hades, if the cross is slow, he may be able to wait until Sloane and settle the cause and effect between him and Sloane in Hades.

Sloane thought his house here was a secret.

In fact, it is very secret.

Baker came to New York at the age of eighteen and joined the New York Brotherhood the same year, but he was already twenty-two when he learned about Sloan's house.

It's a coincidence.

When Baker was a student at NYU, he happened to run here for a club activity, and then, by chance, he saw Sloan enter the red apartment.

The apartment is on the fifth floor.

Sloan, who seemed to have just run back, was constantly using his laptop, trying to transfer a file from his computer.

But......

"Fake."

Sloan let out a rage, looked at the suddenly disconnected network and cursed angrily.

The next second.

Sloan seemed to have something in mind.

The head lifted from the screen of the notebook and looked at the window in front of him covered by curtains.

“hero?”

"Bang!"

“……”