"Hawkeye!"

As soon as he walked out of St. Peter's Basilica, Liu Mengchao lowered his head and shouted softly. In the blink of an eye, the earth, which had been illuminated by the sun, instantly dimmed.

Everyone in front of him turned into a red point of light, according to Hawkeye's explanation, people who are hostile to the owner of Hawkeye are shown by red points of light, and for people who have good intentions towards Liu Mengchao, they are blue points of light.

"He's there!"

As soon as he walked out of St. Peter's Basilica, Liu Mengchao saw a red dot rushing towards him. The person who came held a long sword in his hand, and cut off Liu Mengchao's head without mercy.

Short, his feet moved forward, and watching the long sword slide between his arms, Liu Mengchao raised his left hand again.

I only heard a soft sound, like the cracking sound of a rock exposed to the scorching sun, and the slender and handsome tip of the sword poked its head out from under Liu Mengchao's left wrist and gently tapped the throat of the visitor.

"Poof!"

There was a soft sound, and not even blood splashed out. Liu Mengchao smiled and picked up the corpse of the person who came, stripped off his clothes, and spread them out in his hands.

"The material is good."

The corners of Liu Mengchao's mouth were slightly upturned, and as soon as he raised his hand, he directly draped it up. The enhancement pack of Assassin's Creed is an ability that Liu Mengchao has strengthened when he came to the school park.

The ability of the assassin is not to slash all the way like a warrior, and rush in front of the enemy at the end. They are just a drop of water, blending into this worldly realm, coming behind you without a trace, sticking out their wrists, stabbing out their Hidden Blades, and ending one life after another.

Like autumn winds, they never had a shape, and it was only after the yellowing leaves fell from the sky that people noticed that autumn was coming.

And now. Liu Mengchao is this autumn wind.

I saw Liu Mengchao hanging his head and walking on a road full of pedestrians. Liu Mengchao is like the shadow of every person, his steps are light and dexterous, appearing from the shadows of one person after another, and then disappearing from the shadows of one person after another.

Isn't that how the droplets melt into the sea?

Liu Mengchao smiled, stopped, and then raised his head.

A small, inconspicuous camera is slowly turning, and the inky lens reflecting the sunlight resembles a cold and cruel executioner. quietly reminded Liu Mengchao of one thing.

This is not the Rome of the 16th century Renaissance, this is the 21st century, and wherever you go, you will be connected by an invisible web, and your every move, your joy and anger will be clearly seen through these black lenses.

As long as you want to, no one can hide it.

Liu Mengchao tilted his head, leaning against the wall of a thousand years ago, squinting at the ink-colored lens that appeared above his head. His gaze seemed to pass through the lens. Came to the person behind the camera.

In the distant basement, an old man is smiling at the big screen in front of him.

In the very center of the screen was a man, a man he had just met today. I saw the old man touch the ruby ring on his finger, and looked at Liu Mengchao in the picture and laughed contemptuously.

"I want to walk through the city of Rome like Ezio did 300 years ago. And then assassinate me? The old man tilted his head and rested his head on his wrist, his white robe dragged to the ground. He sneered as he stroked the bench beneath him with his hand, which was shriveled up to dead wood. Shaking his head, "You're talking about a dream, Liu Mengchao." That's the name, right? ”

The old man's voice just fell. He turned his head directly to look at the Templars standing beside him.

The Templar was dressed in the same clothes as the old man, except for a smaller red cross on his chest. I saw him smile slightly.

"You're right, father. This man called Liu Mengchao, as long as he is in the city of Rome, we can grasp his whereabouts. ”

"But you saw what he just did in the Great Sacred Tower, Caesar?" The old man turned the ruby ring ring on his ring finger, "He's so fast, I could have used him as my stand-in to kill the assassins." ”

"No matter how fast a person is, how can he pass the light quickly? The whole city of Rome is already full of cameras, and as long as this man named Liu Mengchao appears in our lens, he will never disappear from our sight again. Era...... It's already different, father. ”

The young man, known as Caesar, stepped forward and nodded to his father, seated on the throne, with a smile in his eyes. I saw him stretch out his finger and tap it on the keyboard below the screen.

"Wow!"

The entire screen was split into twenty points in an instant.

From the front to the back, from the windowsill of the house to the street below, from the transparent glass door of the roadside flower shop to the outside world, from the schoolbag carried by the walking child, there is still a moving camera.

Twenty lenses, twenty different angles, and in each angle, there is the same person.

A man with a white hood, as inconspicuous as a drop of water melted into the sea.

Liu Mengchao, walking on the long and ancient streets, stepping on stone bricks, is in the midst of historic sites.

"All of Rome is under your grasp, Caesar." The Templar leader, who was his father, looked at his son standing beside him with emotion, "The Assassin leader we have been waiting for for us did not expect to be such an ancient man. ”

"I'm afraid this man named Liu Mengchao is still in the sixteenth century, my father."

"That's exactly ......," said the old man, his index finger tapping lightly on the armrest of the wooden chair, and suddenly, his index finger stopped. The wrinkled old man raised his head, the traces of these years showed that this old man had lived a long time, and since he had lived a long time, he naturally had something unique about him.

"It's always good to be cautious. As long as the Piece of Eden is still on my body, all the zombies in this world can be controlled by me. Once we find that Liu Mengchao has disappeared from our field of vision......"

Before the old man could finish speaking, he had already raised his head to look at his son. I saw his son smile slightly, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and a look of mockery and pity came through this slit.

"This Liu Mengchao is really pitiful, even if he has supernatural strength. But once we find out about that, we will ...... Fled. He will never find us. ”

Thinking of this, the son, who was called Caesar, shook his head and raised his chin slightly, as if he was looking at Liu Mengchao with his nostrils.

"We are the sun you will never be able to touch, Liu Mengchao."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Mengchao, who was walking in the picture, had already stopped his steps.

I saw Liu Mengchao standing next to a flower shop, reaching out and taking out a black dahlia from a white porcelain vase, leaning down and sniffing it gently.

"What is Liu Mengchao doing?"

Caesar looked at Liu Mengchao, who suddenly stopped in the picture, and turned his head to ask his father.

"I guess I want to fully blend myself into the crowd. It's all a trick that the Assassins can't get on the table. The old man pillowed his wrist and looked at the picture in front of him with a smile on his face, "It is estimated that Liu Mengchao has not noticed it until now, and he is now being closely monitored by us." ”

The old man said, slowly turning his wrinkled head, like a zombie crawling from a grave, and smiling at his son.

"Inform them and get ready to ambush Liu Mengchao. The show of walking around Rome alone is just too boring. ”

"I know, Dad."

Caesar smiled and bowed and pushed the door open. Behind this wooden door is a long rock tunnel. The moss that accumulates on the ground seems to tell the long history of this tunnel. This is no ordinary place, it was a water supply pipe built by the Romans 5,000 years ago, a secret passage for the Assassins in Rome 300 years ago, and now it ......

"This is already our territory, the Templars' territory."

Caesar reached out and stroked the cold, wet tunnel, and walked forward with a smile.

The old man, who was still sitting on the peach wooden bench, smiled and tilted his head sideways, looking at Liu Mengchao in the picture.

I saw Liu Mengchao carrying the black dahlia behind him, and his right hand accompanied the black dahlia and hid behind him.

And Liu Mengchao's index finger also cocked at this time.

This gesture is common throughout the world, and everyone knows what he means.

One.

"Is it finally my turn, Liu Mengchao."

In another room, the pale boy looked at the figure in the picture and smiled. I saw him reach out and take out his beloved candy from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly but intoxicated. (To be continued......)

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