Baker looked at the startled Barbara and raised an eyebrow.

Did something happen?

Barbara hung up the phone and looked at Baker: "Just now, the large rattlesnake that once appeared in the surveillance was found in the sea near Madrid, and the bureau analyzed that the target of this snake may be Abstergo's sanatorium in Madrid." ”

Baker blinked.

Sanatorium?

What are you kidding, he hasn't gotten his No. 3 golden apple yet, why are you running to the sanatorium over there?

"That's right."

Barbara, who had already reached the door, suddenly thought of something, turned to Baker and said, "If this snake is really the Monroe who has been injected with rattlesnake genetic medicine, as you said, then his target must be the sanatorium." ”

Baker looked back at it.

Barbara briefly explained the reason: "We recovered some data from the computer database of the Jersey base, it seems that this Monroe received very serious injuries after the explosion at the Bear Mountain base, and then, someone did not agree to spend a lot of money to save a waste that even the assassins couldn't stop, so they ordered the Jersey base to scrap this Monroe." ”

After speaking.

Barbara hurried out of the house, if this rattlesnake was really Monroe, then, she needed to get to Madrid and the S.H.I.E.L.D. as soon as possible.

Not for Abstergo, but for the whole world.

The sudden appearance of a large snake as tall as Ultraman in the world will cause a commotion throughout the world.

Baker was still reminiscing about what he had just heard after Barbara was gone.

Can't beat the Assassins.

Rubbish.

Destroyed.

Jesus Christ, there is no need for Baker to continue pouring dirty water on the Templars, the fact that the Templars are villains has been settled by this commotion.

One word.

If the Templars were a serious organization, and their employees sweated and worked hard for the organization and bleed, and as a result, others abolished, and you said that it was scrapped, and there was no humanistic care?

Whoever you tell about this will not stand with the Templars, and no one will ever believe that your organization is serious.

But......

Baker touched his chin, and frankly, Baker was somewhat sympathetic to Monroe after listening to Barbara's story.

did his best for the company, but in the end he ended up being scrapped by the organization, so Baker supported Monroe's revenge from the bottom of his heart.

But......

My No. 3 golden apple hasn't come out yet, if Monroe makes something out of it, if he accidentally slaps that offspring to death, what will happen to his golden apple, can he still run out of Schrödinger's state?

"What should I do?"

"To help?"

"Don't be funny, I just said that I swore to Abstergo that I wouldn't give up, and then I went to help, who was this slapping in the face?"

"And what if this is the case, on the way in the past, the third golden apple is born?"

"But if you don't go?"

Baker sipped the bourbon in his mouth, thinking with some headache, it seemed that every time the golden apple was involved, there would always be a bunch of unexpected situations.

That's when it happened.

Baker raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction of the Cathedral of Selivia.

Ten minutes later.

Baker rushed to the church as quickly as he could, and saw that several small mechanisms he had set up were in a state of no one touching.

"Do you mean ......?"

Baker raised his eyebrows, thought of a possibility, and hurriedly reopened the coffin that was placed on the wall.

into the eyes.

A small iron box in the shape of an apple appeared where Christopher Columbus's hands were crossed, which had been transformed into white bones.

It's just that......

It's still unreal.

There is only one explanation for this, and thankfully, Christopher Columbus's genetic descendants have dreamed of the Golden Apple again.

"That is to say......"

"All that's left is to wait."

Baker thought about it, walked to the entrance of the tomb, and then took out the objects from his inventory and began to tinker.

If Baker remembered correctly, almost the entire continent of Europe had bishops in churches that had existed since the Middle Ages were Templars.

After all, the Templars relied on the Holy See to clear their names in the Middle Ages.

Although the Vatican is only the Vatican today, and the current Vatican Pope will not recognize the Templars, it is undeniable that the Templars still have a certain influence in the Vatican.

So......

As soon as the Madrid side learned the whereabouts of the No. 3 golden apple, if nothing else, the bishop of this church came here as soon as possible.

I don't know why, Baker, who was pounding a plastic bomb on the secret door, was praying that the giant rattlesnake that Monroe had turned into would land in the sanatorium soon.

Madrid!

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The inhabitants of the river leading to the Abstergo sanatorium were horrified to discover that deep within the river was a large, fast-moving shadow.

The speed of shadows is fast.

Hardly a single resident was able to see the shadow and then pull out their phones to take pictures of it.

Abstergo Mental Sanatorium.

Christopher Columbus's descendants are singing at the moment.

"It's coming."

"I've found it, there's a golden apple that can make all fantasies come true."

"It's finally almost there."

Alan Rikkin's face was hot, ignoring the security captain next to him who was hurriedly urging him to leave.

Abstergo's satellites were constantly monitoring the area, and they had detected a large black shadow that was rapidly approaching them.

It was the Monroe who was under their noses and was not afraid of any sword or gun to destroy their Jersey base, which they thought was scrapped.

Right now!

A terrifying dragon roar instantly exploded like thunder, and in the next second, a huge rattlesnake instantly drilled out, waving its thick tail and bombarding the sanatorium that had been established like a bunker.

But......

At the moment when the huge tail was about to land on the top of the sanatorium, a transparent shield was activated instantly, and with a bang, the shield cracked a little, but it still blocked the blow.

"Hiss!"

The rattlesnake's massive head stood tall and spat out its crimson nature, and a pair of snake eyes the size of pigeon's eggs filled with angry flames.

"Energy defense, sixty percent remaining."

The security captain hurriedly shouted to Alan Rikkin, who was staring intently at him chanting and projecting fragments of memory, "Sir. ”

Alan Rikkin raised his hand and commanded without looking back: "Protect [Animus] and destroy the database of the entire equipment." ”

The security captain said, "I'm going to get you out of here first. ”

Alan Rikkin looked at the security captain.

That's when it happened.

The person in the monitoring room spoke up: "Sir, we have deciphered that the golden apple was handed over to Christopher Columbus by Callum Lynch, and then he took it back to Spain, and his mausoleum is under the Cathedral of Seville." ”

Alan Rikkin walked outside without looking back.

"Clean up the entire facility!"

"Yes!"

“……”