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

Ciel turned around, looked at the corpses that were laid on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "We don't have the slightest clue about this organization?" ”

Helicopter.

Tank.

Countless guns and ammunition.

Jesus God, there is such an organization in New York City that can start a small war, and S.H.I.E.L.D. knows nothing about it?

Wow.

If this matter is known to the World Security Council, I am afraid that it will inevitably reduce their S.H.I.E.L.D. budget again.

Long.

"Check!"

Hill gritted his teeth and looked at Hand: "Let the New York Center move, give a bounty to the dark world, and make sure to find this damn organization for me." ”

Lady Hand snorted.

There are two sides to this world.

One belongs to the world under the sun, and the other belongs to the world in the dark, but although these two worlds are one white and one black, the people of these two worlds belong to the kind of people who abide by the rules of their respective worlds.

Terrorists are not in the dark world.

The dark world will not admit that assassins, hackers, and various gangs, these people's purpose is also for money, and a stable society is more able to make their performance soar, so the people of the dark world also don't like terrorists.

Of course.

If you don't like it, you don't like it, and the transaction will continue to be made.

Merely......

Most dark people don't bother to make deals with terrorist groups, and Baker is one of them.

Half an hour later.

Baker, who was watching the news at home and drinking Bourbon, received a bounty order from the InterContinental app.

Take a look.

Baker snorted, this was probably the first time since he entered this world that S.H.I.E.L.D. took the initiative to ask for help from the dark world.

Obviously.

The various equipment unearthed in the Bear Mountain Valley stimulated the reverse scale of S.H.I.E.L.D.

What was S.H.I.E.L.D. founded for.

It was established to prevent the emergence of a second Hydra in the world, and now this underground organization that appeared in the hinterland of the Federation has stimulated the nerves of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Just look at the bounty amount above.

A bounty of $6,000,000.

Beck was moved, but just as Baker was about to claim the bounty, there was an update on the APP, and then, the original red bounty instantly became a green bounty.

Someone picked it up?

Who will it be?

Baker raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself.

In addition to Baker and countless Assassins, there was also a Templar organization that had fled to a place in New Jersey.

"Bang!"

Actually at the headquarters of Abstergo Industries and Pharmaceuticals in New York, Alan Rikkin, the president projected in the conference room, who was also the Grand Master of the Templars, slammed his fist on the table angrily at this moment: "Who the hell is it?" ”

It was a slap in the face of the Templars, and even his Grand Master.

After all......

He had just patted his chest with his front foot and said that their base in Bear Mountain was very safe and would not be invaded.

But the result?

As soon as he finished speaking, people ran over and slapped their faces, and they succeeded in slapping their faces, and directly snatched all the apples they had in their hands.

And it's not just the golden apple, it's their nest that has been ripped off.

Ernishet.

"Do we have a herd of pigs?" Alan Rikkin suppressed his anger: "I heard that it was a man who invaded, who was it, the cross that cheated death?" ”

Sitting on the left side, a member of the Council of Elders who was the person in charge of the Bear Mountain base said in a deep voice: "Monroe said no, it was Jairo Morton who invaded. ”

"Jairo Moulton?"

Alan Rikkin muttered the name and asked, "Who is this person, is he an assassin on Tiber Island?" ”

"No, Jairo Morton is the last survivor of the mill today, and, according to Monroe, he is an alien who can become invisible."

"Inhuman?"

"I remember in the Middle Ages, we judged them, didn't we?"

"Obviously, we didn't have a clean trial."

"Is he an Assassin of the League of Assassins?"

"I don't know."

Alan Rikkin, who was projected in the first place, coughed, waited for everyone to finish down and said, "How is Monroe now?" ”

The person in charge of the Xiongshan base said: "I am afraid the situation is not optimistic. ”

Alan Rikkin nodded: "So, our strongest guardian knight in New York is scrapped like this." ”

The person in charge frowned when he heard this, and said, "The medical officer said that if the organization's resources are used, it will take about a year or so, and Monroe will be able to recover." ”

"The Templars don't need waste." Alan Rikkin looked at the person in charge with a blank face, "Especially the waste who lost to the assassins. ”

Let's talk about it.

Alan Rikkin was about to end the conversation: "Clean up the Bear Mountain base, the League of Assassins has revealed the matter of our Templar organization to S.H.I.E.L.D., we have found the bloodline descendant of that person, in August, I will fly to Madrid with that person, and get ready at the sanatorium." ”

The person sitting on the right nodded, "Yes." ”

Alan Rikkin took one last look at everyone, and then glanced at the person in charge of the Bear Mountain base: "Deal with it!" ”

Let's talk about it.

Alan Rikkin cut off his own projection transmission.

New Jersey base.

Benedict, the head of Bear Mountain, took off his sackcloth hood, thinking about what Alan Rikkin had just said, and felt a little unhappy in his heart.

But......

It's just displeasure, after all, the supreme master of this generation is Alan Rikkin, not him Benedict.

Half an hour later.

The Jersey base has three basement levels.

Benedict stood in front of a three-meter-tall glass water pipe filled with healing fluids.

In the water pipe, there is Monroe, the guardian knight, who is soaking in healing liquid.

Monroe, who is in a red body, is in a miserable state at the moment.

Although the limbs are still alive, they are all scorched, and even if the eyes are closed, one eye is empty.

It looks terrifying.

Not much.

Benedict sighed, "The Supreme Master thinks you're worthless, so don't blame me. ”

said.

Benedict turned and walked outside, and after a while, Benedict's voice came from outside: "Inject electricity into the No. 3 nutrition chamber." ”

In the nutrition warehouse, Monroe, who was left with one eye, suddenly opened his eyes.

The next second.

Monroe twitched violently.

An hour later.

A white van van drove out of the inconspicuous food factory behind them, and about half an hour later, in a beautiful forest, the two opened the trunk, picked up a sack inside, and threw it into the hole that had just been dug.

Fill the pits.

The van leaves.

Night falls.

There was silence in the forest, and suddenly, there was a sound of what seemed to be something wriggling.

The next second.

Poof.

A charred hand poked out of the freshly filled hole, and then, a ghostly voice echoed through the forest.

"Alan Rikkin!"

"Jairo Moulton!"

"You ......"

"Damn it!"

“……”