"What the hell are you looking for me?" As soon as he walked out of the gun shop, Wesley couldn't help but ask, "I don't seem to have violated the rules of the organization, right?" ”

"Don't worry, it's not what you think." Crawford, the skinny scarred man, grinned, his smile was indescribably oozing because of the scar: "I'm here to give you a new mission." ”

"New mission?" Wesley's brow furrowed, "Aren't all missions in the organization issued through the 'Courier'?" Don't tell me you're now a 'messenger'. ”

"Of course, they issued ordinary tasks, but this time it was different, this time it was a big mission." Crawford had a smile in his voice.

"The big task? How big?" Wesley continued to ask.

"It's very big, so I need to have an interview." Crawford didn't answer directly.

"Do you want an interview?" Wesley was hard to accept: "What kind of interviews do we need for this kind of work?" Wouldn't it be nice to take a look at your resume? Isn't that a big deal? ”

Crawford didn't answer, but took a pair of black blindfolds out of his pocket, handed them over, and pointed to a car next to the road.

It was a stupid business car, with the big ass compartment open, and there were two strong, sunglasses-weared, brawny men in suits.

Wesley resented the situation he was in, and hated the feeling that he didn't know anything, because the unknown meant danger in many cases.

If he was alone, he wouldn't mind taking a chance and finding a way to get out of the current predicament, but he wasn't alone now, he had a family, and he had a newborn daughter at home, and if the other party could find him, he would definitely be able to find them, and he couldn't afford to risk it.

There was no choice but to compromise, take the blindfold and put it on, and then get into the car next to him.

The car started to drive, it was pitch black, nothing could be seen, and although the ears could hear it, most of it was the roar of the car engine, the occasional horn, and the noise of pedestrians on the street, which did not mean anything.

Therefore, Wesley could only sit up straight as much as possible, relying on the sense of direction and balance that he had cultivated over the years to record every stop, every turn, and the distance traveled in every direction of the car under his seat, and sketch a rough path in his mind.

The car drove around for more than four hours, passed a descending slope, and then poofed and stopped.

This time it really stopped, there was no noise around, even the engine of the car was stalled.

Taken out of the car and on a long zig and up the stairs, Wesley was pinned down on a couch and then removed from his blindfold.

Squinting at the sudden light, Wesley began to look around.

The place looked like a bar, and not far away was a white oak bar, and the glass cabinet behind the bar was filled with bottles of high-end liquor, and a big-breasted beautiful woman in a minimal-fabric outfit was mixing a cocktail behind the bar.

Where I was sitting, there was a cluster of sofas in the center of the room, four long rows of sofas around a coffee table, and next to it was a 100-inch flat-screen TV.

It is worth noting that this room has no windows, and the walls on all four sides are covered with only one door except for decorative paintings.

Is this decoration style underground?

After analyzing his surroundings, Wesley began to observe the people around him.

There were a lot of people in the room, in addition to some strong men who occupied the four corners of the room and wore uniform black suits, there were also a few guys who were dressed differently but didn't look easy to mess with.

Some of them are shirtless and show their muscles, some have sharp eyes to look at others, some are clenching their wine glasses as if they want to crush them, and some are observing their new arrivals with interest......

Wesley had never seen these people, but his sensitive sixth sense still made him feel the special temperament of these people, which was the same temperament as him, killing enough people, and finally treating others as pigs and sheep to be slaughtered!

These people are likely to be killers just like themselves! And it's the top of the organization!

But what is the organization bringing us here for?

Is it a collaborative task with a very difficult goal that requires all of us to work together to accomplish it?

But is there such a goal in the world? Even if you want to assassinate the president, you don't need so many people, right?

Moreover, in fact, it is not difficult to assassinate the president, the difficult thing is how to meet the next counterattack of the relevant government departments, even if the organization is deep-rooted and powerful, a set of coping with it will definitely be greatly damaged, and the gains outweigh the losses.

As Wesley was thinking, the door to the speakeasy opened again, and a dark-skinned old man appeared in the doorway.

This person Wesley knew, he was the head of the Killer Alliance's Lesser California branch, and he was also his immediate boss.

He beckoned to this side, "Vane, come here." ”

Vane was Wesley's pseudonym in the organization, and as he was used to, ordinary, simple, and unobtrusive.

Hearing the call, Wesley immediately stood up, greeted him, and played with his head slightly: "Mr. Freeman." ”

"Follow me." The old black man didn't say anything, but took him straight out of the bar.

The two walked down a long hallway and into a small room.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, just two sofas and a small table.

"Sit." Freeman, the old black man, stretched out his hand and gestured.

Mr. Freeman in front of him was the guide for Wesley to join the organization, and Wesley still had a certain respect for him.

However, out of intense curiosity, as soon as he sat down, Wesley could not help but ask: "Mr. Freeman, please forgive me for my impatience, but I have piled up so many questions in my mind along the way, I want to know, what are you asking me for?" ”

"Mission, of course." Mr. Freeman sat down, then poured half a glass of whiskey from the bottle on the table and pushed it in front of Wesley, then continued, "If the mission is completed, you can get 500,000 meters of gold." ”

"500,000?" Wesley's voice was full of surprise.

"Yes." The old black man nodded.

Although Wesley is the top killer in the branch, his commission for completing a task is not as high as everyone thinks, according to the difficulty of the goal, the commission is about 100,000 meters to 200,000 meters, and the commission is to be taken by the organization, plus the money laundering step, he can only get about half of the commission.

And what the reluctantly black old man said was that he could get 500,000 meters of gold, that is, the actual commission was even higher.

"Who's that target?" Wesley continued to ask.

"This one is more complicated." Mr. Freeman did not answer, but asked rhetorically: "Have you heard of the very popular Red Star brand of Good Dream helmet recently?" ”

"I've heard of it." Wesley nodded, not trying to hide it: "Actually, I'm using it right now." ”

"Have you ever played the game called Little Adventure?" Mr. Freeman asked again.

"Of course I did, you know, I enjoyed the thrill of killing." Wesley was still outspoken.

"So, did you participate in their most recent World Series?" Mr. Freeman still asked.

"This is not available yet, and now the competition is chaotic, so I plan to wait and see for a while before participating." Wesley felt that there was nothing to hide.

"Sure enough, you're still the same and cautious." The corners of Mr. Freeman's mouth curled: "It's good that you didn't participate, so that you are eligible to participate in the mission." ”

"Eligibility to participate in the mission? What does this game have to do with it? "Wesley got to the point.

"Yes." Mr. Freeman nodded: "This task was issued by the Bishop of Monterey, he wants to find a group of masters, represent the church, participate in competitions, and you, the best gunslinger under my command, so, I recommended you to him." ”

"Bishop of Monterey?" Wesley frowned again.

The United States of America has a vast land area, and in order to better manage the faithful, the Catholic Church implements a diocesan system in the United States, and the Bishop of Monterrey is the archbishop of the Catholic diocese of Lesser California, commanding 287 churches, 6 auxiliary bishops, 1,144 priests, tens of thousands of clergy, and more than 5 million devout believers, including Shengshan, the second largest city in the country.

"I know you have a lot of doubts, but we have time now, and I'll explain them all for you." Freeman is still smiling.

Then his voice changed: "By the way, do you have any superpowers in the game?" At what level? ”

"Yes." Although there are still many questions, Wesley still began to explain: "At the lowest level, I deliberately spent part of the World Heart to change my superpowers, and finally randomly found an ability that suited me very well, it is called [Mimic], and it is currently the third order [Celestial] level. ”

"Mimic? What kind of ability is that? Freeman then asked.

"How so...... This ability is similar to that of a chameleon, and when activated, it will change the color of my body according to the surrounding environment until I completely blend in with my surroundings and cannot be detected by the naked eye. Wesley explained.

"Chameleon...... It is indeed a suitable ability for snipers. Mr. Freeman thought for a moment and asked, "Will this ability be exposed when you shoot?" ”

"Hmm......" Wesley considered his sentence, "It won't be visually exposed, because this [mimicry] includes the firearm in my hand, and also includes the fire when it fires, but the gunfire can't be blocked, if it's an experienced veteran, it's still easy to find my approximate location through the gunfire......"

"Wait......" Mr. Freeman interrupted his explanation, "he can find your place, but are you still capable?" Can he tell you from your environment? ”

"No, as long as there is energy in my body, my [mimic] state will not disappear, it will always be maintained." Wesley said bluntly.

"And what if you run?" Mr. Freeman asked again.

"There will be a certain delay in the simulated environment, and if you look closely, it will be easy to detect, because this ability also takes time to simulate the environment, almost 1 second." Wesley went on to explain.

"Oh, that's right...... The limitations of this ability are a bit greater......" Mr. Freeman frowned slightly.

Wesley certainly knows this, after all, he has used this ability many times in the game, although it is very useful, it is very effective in ensuring the concealment of his first shot, and in many cases, he can solve the problem with a single shot.

It's just that this ability is not good at dealing with targets that can't be solved with one shot, for example, those superpowers who specialize in defense can't be solved with one shot, and some team players are not afraid of being killed by one, and others will still fight back.

In fact, what Wesley wants most is a superpower that can increase the power of his guns, so that he can compete with those perverted super high-level abilities with his proud marksmanship, but where is such a satisfactory ability so easy to get randomly?

After refreshing it more than twenty times, he still gave up and put this [mimic] ability to use.

Seeing that Mr. Freeman was silent for a long time, Wesley couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Freeman, I don't understand, why did the Bishop of Monterey form such a team?" ”

"That's a long story." Mr. Freeman came to his senses and asked, "Do you know anything about the previous miracles?" ”

"Have you heard of it before, as if these magic sticks claim to be able to make God manifest spirits, perform miracles, and cure all diseases? But I haven't heard of it now. Wesley shrugged: "This is obviously another farce, how can God really manifest himself?" ”

"No, it's not farce." Mr. Freeman's eyes were complicated: "I have seen a miracle with my own eyes, and at that time, these divine beings were indeed able to make God manifest and cure the diseases of believers. ”

"But why is there no news now?" Wesley was puzzled: "Could it be that the Holy See has hidden these people?" Blocked the news and only served the big guys? ”

"Not really." Mr. Freeman explains: "In fact, the favor of the Divine Servants lasted less than a month, and after a month, God left, and they lost the ability to perform miracles and heal diseases. ”

"God came and left? Where did it go? Wesley was confused.

"According to the information collected by our organization, I went to the helmet of good dreams, in that virtual reality world." Mr. Freeman unabashedly told the secret: "According to the news from the church, when God was sleeping, part of his authority was lost in China and was obtained by the Chinese, who invented a magical dream helmet that allowed people to enter the virtual reality world in their dreams, and God went to retrieve the authority." ”

"So what does this have to do with the church finding someone to play the game?" For the first time, Wesley felt like he wasn't running out of his brain.

"For before God departed, he had a revelation to those who were favored by God." Mr. Freeman continued, "He said that the more believers He had in the virtual reality world, the greater he would accomplish, and the faster He would regain his authority and come again. ”

"So, they recruit masters and participate in competitions, in fact, to achieve certain achievements and help God take back authority!"

"But I don't think I'm religious, though I go to church sometimes......" Wesley finally understood, but still had some apprehensions.

"No, you're religious, always, religious, understand?" Mr. Freeman smiled.

"I see!" Wesley immediately understood.

Of course he is religious, and since he has money to earn, what does it matter if he is pious for a while?

"Alright." Mr. Freeman stood up: "The representative of the Bishop of Monterrey is about to arrive, you go back and prepare, whether you can be selected or not depends on your own performance." ”

"Yes!" Wesley stood up, confident again.

In virtual reality, he has no way to deal with high-level superpowers, but in reality, he is still not afraid of competition from colleagues.

Moreover, if the Holy See asks people to participate on their behalf, it is impossible to let a third-order low-level superpower person participate, right?