Every industry has rules, or rather, has its own threshold, not that you think you can do it.

This is especially true of the Assassins.

You think you can be an Assassin, and who believes that any Assassin Order would dare to give an order to a fledgling kid.

Even if your dad calls it a cross, it doesn't work.

So......

In Baker's eyes, Wesley is just a little kid, do you really think that if someone says a few words that you are a natural assassin, you can do it and float?

I think that when Baker was in Chicago, in order to save this training step, he directly killed the family assassins of the three major families in Chicago, and then experienced the ambush of the three major families as a surrender to enter the first assassin organization.

As soon as Wesley entered the textile mill, he was shocked by the hundred looms in front of him, which were placed separately and then activated.

Even.

When he saw Sloane, he said even louder, "Hey, that's amazing, ha, is this a disguise?" ”

Sloane's black question mark on his face: "Under what guise?" ”

Baker, who was sipping coffee in a noisy restaurant upstairs, looked at Sloan, who was about to kill, smiled and asked, "How much did Sloan give this little brat?" ”

The fox sitting next to him eating bacon and eggs lightly opened: "One hundred thousand." ”

Baker smacked.

It's only 100,000 dollars to make this little kid float like this, if you give this little kid a million, wouldn't it just fly up?

Soon.

Sloan was in front, and Wesley was in the back.

Wesley's words about whether you make sweaters or kill people directly made the atmosphere of talking and laughing in the restaurant disappear.

The Assassins in the dining room with fifty percent of the commission looked at each other.

Who is this stupid white?

A foolish man ran to the Assassin camp and asked if the Assassins were Assassins.

That's not a problem.

This is a proposition.

If it weren't for the fact that these Assassins had seen this stupid white brought in by Sloane, the factory director, Wesley would never have seen the sun the next day.

Sloan brewed himself coffee at the coffee machine.

Wesley glanced around the dining room, then noticed the fox and Baker sitting at a table.

The next second.

When Wesley saw the dark-haired Baker with an indifferent expression on his face, panic attacks suddenly tended to recur.

"You shouldn't talk about such a heavy topic when you're drinking coffee." Sloan walked over to Baker's table with his coffee cup, looked at Wesley, who was standing there and feeling more and more like a clown, and said, "Are you sure you're ready for all this?" ”

The stupid White Wesley was relieved and relieved inwardly: "Yes, I ...... There's no going back, there's no way I'm going back to my old life. ”

Sloan stared at Wesley with his own deep eyes.

Half ringing.

Sloan looked at the fox, "He's yours." ”

The fox nodded, glanced at Baker next to him and invited, "Together?" ”

Baker wanted to shake his head, but thinking that there didn't seem to be anything to do today, he simply nodded.

Moreover, he is a halfway monk, and he has indeed not seen the real assassin training process, so seeing it can be regarded as enriching his knowledge base.

"Tinker!" Baker got up and shouted to the tinker standing on the other side of the vending machine.

The tinkerer came back to his senses: "Here it is." ”

Half an hour later.

Wesley sat down in a chair with a curious expression, and in front of him was a tinker wearing a red-gold shirt with some sharp water chestnuts.

Baker and the fox stood against the wall, arms folded.

"Ah......h

Baker yawned, and he began to wonder if he had made the right or wrong decision to come over to see the training.

"Hello ......"

The Tinker lifted the bandage from his right hand and introduced himself to Wesley, "My name is Tinker. ”

Silly White Wesley asked, somewhat naively, "What are you tinkering with?" ”

"A lifetime of bad habits."

“…… All right. ”

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course."

"Put your hands behind the chair."

"Uh......"

"It's fine."

"I don't know."

Wesley looked at the fox with his hands in his pockets against the wall, he wanted to ask the fox for help, but the fox and Baker were whispering to each other with their heads down.

Baker noticed Wesley's gaze and glanced up.

Once again, Wesley felt like he was in a panic attack.

Baker glanced at the side with a faint gaze, looking at Wesley was like looking at a fox with a tool man, a little puzzled, proud as a fox, how could he be fascinated by the beautiful eyes of this nest in front of him.

A man can mix very badly, but there is only one thing that a man can't bear, and if he endures it, then he is not a man.

Cuckold.

As long as it is a man, as long as the man is still a little bloody, he can be humiliated by his crotch, but he must not be humiliated by a green hat.

Baker and the fox are not lovers, but friends, after all, when he first came to New York to join the [Brotherhood], Baker was also taken on a mission by the fox once.

So even if they are not lovers, but they have a relationship of mentor and friend, Baker definitely doesn't want the fox to repeat the mistakes of the past.

There are more men in the world who have a bad personality, why bother looking for a nest to waste, and lose their lives for this nest?

Is it worth it?

It's not worth it.

Baker thought to himself.

By the time Wesley came back to his senses in Baker's icy gaze, his hands had been tied behind his chair by the tinker.

Wesley felt something was wrong, but he gradually forgot about it under the tinker's words of concern.

Seeing this, the fox walked up to Wesley, smiled slightly, and said in a soft tone, "Why are you here, Wesley?" ”

Wesley was slightly stunned, then smiled: "You brought me here, you forgot?" ”

The words just fell.

Bang.

Wesley's face was hit hard by the tinkerer, and in an instant, the bridge of Wesley's nose cracked.

"Ah......h

"Waterfack, why are you ......"

"Bang!"

"Ahh

"Boom!"

After the tinker's three punches, Wesley, whose face was covered in blood, had passed out in pain and began to count the sheep.

Soon.

Two unnamed Assassins walked in, untied Wesley's ropes, and one lifted his head and one lifted his foot to transport Wesley towards the pig slaughterhouse.

The fox glanced at Baker and followed.

The tinkerer moved his right hand and grabbed the towel from the cabinet next to him to wipe Wesley's blood.

Baker walked over: "How many layers of force did you use?" ”

"Eight floors."

Baker raised his eyebrows: "You're not afraid of killing him directly?" ”

The tinkerer smiled and said to Baker: "This stupid white has a mind about the fox, I am helping you, who doesn't know that the fox is yours." ”

Baker glanced at the tinker.

Didn't speak.

……