The cross defected.

Early this morning, Baker was about to come to the textile factory to punch out as usual, and then he suddenly heard this news when he left work.

As one of the most powerful killers of the Brotherhood, Cross actually defected, defecting to an organization that has been around for more than a thousand years.

Wow.

Balls.

Baker took a bite of the burger he had just bought at a roadside stall outside, then took a sip of coffee with five small boxes of creamer on his hand and walked into the factory director's office on the third floor.

The director was a black man named Morgan Sloan.

If you don't look closely, you will think that the director of the factory looks like the Black Morgan who often serves as president or vice president in Hollywood movies.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, hero."

Morgan Sloane, who had white curly hair and a white beard, and looked like a real black god, greeted Baker who walked in, and then looked at the few people who walked in and said in a deep voice: "The cross has defected." ”

The repairman, the insecticide, the pharmacist, and the butcher, all four of them had gloomy expressions.

David, who was wearing an off-white suit, had no expression.

The fiery and amorous Fox (fox) looks down and picks up the nail polish applied to his nails with a beautiful dagger.

Baker......

Beck silently sipped the coffee in his cup that was not bitter at all, anyway, he had only joined this organization that claimed to kill one person and save a thousand people for Tianxingdao, and it was not related to that cross, it was none of his business, just hang it high.

The most important point.

Baker has already begun to think about his next home, whether to go to a company with a perfect pension system, or to go to the chain of Intercontinental hotels to place orders and become a free assassin.

Wait a minute......

Isn't there an assassin organization in the Marvel Universe that can live a little longer?

Baker blinked.

Yes.

The universe that Baker is in now is the legendary Marvel Universe with several nines, and the reason why I am not sure how many nines it is is because this does not seem to be a simple Marvel Cinematic Universe, or the Marvel Comics Universe.

At least......

If it were the pure Marvel Universe, the beautiful, sexy, marrow-like fox assassin next to Baker should not exist.

Don't look at Baker as an assassin now, but in fact, Baker wanted to be a good guy when he first started.

But......

It's all forced by life.

Originally, when he first crossed here, Baker wanted to live a safe life, anyway, the sky fell and there was a tall man on the side of the Avengers, but there were unforeseen circumstances, and when Baker was sixteen years old, his cheap parents in this life suffered a car accident and hung up.

On top of that, the damn driver got away with it.

And then ......

In order to support himself and his two younger sisters, Baker had no choice but to find a way to make money, after all, whether it was the rent of the house, his own tuition fees and the tuition fees of his two younger sisters, it was a lot of expenses.

From a gangster bounty hunter in Chicago to a non-famous Assassin in the underworld, Baker was completely forced to take this path, so to speak.

Try to get a sixteen-year-old boy to protect himself and his two younger sisters in Chicago's crime community.

Can the salary from a serious job support three people?

OK.

Baker is a wise man, so for him, in this universe, it makes no difference what industry he chooses.

Besides.

Who said that an assassin could only be a killer, not a hero?

This is also the biggest reason why Baker gave himself a [hero] as his code name.

There is another reason......

[Name: Baker Morton (Haylo Moulton)]

[Age: 25 years old]

[Skills: Pistol Shooting (Expert), Vehicle Piloting (Advanced), Airplane Piloting (Intermediate), Foreign Language (Intermediate), History (Elementary), ......]

[Hero Skills: Marksmanship of Holy Lancer Ranger Lucian, Void Marauder Kazl's Void Attack, Demacia's Strength Galen's Tough Constitution.] 】

[Items: Swift Scout Teemo's Mushroom*2, Scout Ward*2, Sorcerer LeBlanc's Clone Paper Man*2, Great Inventor Heimerdinga's Bamboo Dragonfly*1, Self Gem Shard*1, Kaleiflower Psychic Niko's Transformation Card*1 (Permanent, used Harrow Moulton)]

This is a plug-in that belongs to Baker.

No doubt.

But, twenty-five years have passed, and Baker still hasn't figured out the true face of the plug-in, which is not the same as other glamorous and cheap plug-ins, from the sixteen-year-old Baker's birthday after waking up to provide a lottery, the rest of the time, quiet as a maverick plug-in.

From the age of sixteen to twenty-five, the skills and items on this list are all prescribed by Baker on his birthday once a year.

So......

Baker named himself "HERO".

No way, it's normal to call the skills of League of Legends a code name hero, and besides, who said that an assassin can't be a hero?

"David!"

Morgan Sloane, who was sitting in a chair, looked at David in an off-white suit and said, "You take care of this." ”

David snorted.

All Assassin Orders have an unwritten but mutually abiding rule, that is, once you join, you are a member of the Order for life, in short, life is the organization person, death is the organization ghost.

Except for Baker.

The Assassin organization that Baker had previously joined in his hometown of Chicago was also shut down by the FBI's Gangster Crime Investigation Division after Baker received an offer of admission to New York University.

Otherwise, would Baker have been able to run away to New York to go to college?

Scold.

Half an hour later.

Baker walked side by side with Fawkes, the only female assassin in the Order, from the gate of the textile mill behind him.

"Didi!"

Fox pulled open the driver's door of his fiery red sports car, leaned on it, and said to Baker, "Find a place to have a couple of drinks?" ”

Baker looked up at the sky.

Although it is only February of '04, there is still the sun, and it is still morning at this time.

Baker shook his head: "No, I drank too much last night, go home and catch up on sleep." ”

Fawkes didn't force it, just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then you'd better be careful." ”

Baker looked at the fox with a pair of charming eyes.

Be careful?

What does he need to be careful of?

The fox's sexy lips moved slightly: "Beware of the cross waiting for you to come home somewhere." ”

Baker laughed, "I'm not familiar with him. ”

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Okay."

“……”

Baker looked at the fox who left a warning and got into the car, and then drove away with a puff of smoke, and now the cross did not protect his son who had been abandoned in his early years, and ran to me?

How is this possible.

I don't know him well.

Half an hour later.

Blonde, blue-eyed, wearing a handmade suit from Italy, cowhide shoes, changed back to his original face, Baker nodded politely with a friendly face and a partner of an investment bank on Wall Street, and entered the elevator at 820 Fifth Avenue.

Top floor.

"Ding!"

Baker stepped out of the elevator, glanced at the two colorful mushrooms that were quietly placed in front of the house, and unlocked the door with his fingerprint.

Entry.

The phone in my arms rang on time.

……