Why did Lin Cheng choose to fly from the United States to Italy at this time, is it really just like he said, to cultivate Wesley's sense of belonging to the organization, and also to give himself a vacation?

Obviously, things won't be that simple, or at least not just that.

The main reason why he flew to Florence with Wesley was because he received news from Carlos.

Carlos told Lin Cheng that the arms and supplies he had raised had arrived and he was ready for the final action, ready to do it at any time, but he hoped that Lin Cheng could find a way to bring Wesley to him before the operation.

The old father wants to meet with his eldest son to explain the ins and outs of the whole thing.

So someone must be asking, anyway, it's all about meeting, so why not choose to fly to Europe instead of New York?

In fact, Lin Cheng also thought about this question at first, but soon he realized why.

The intelligence organization of the Assassin League is not an ornament, those informants disguised as ordinary people are almost all over New York, even Lin Cheng can't determine whether the passers-by on the street are the eyes of the Assassin Alliance, so they can't meet in New York.

What's more, killers like them will basically be targeted by their own intelligence organizations when they travel.

The goal is to prevent all sorts of accidents and betrayals that they might encounter, or to help the killer collect his body after a failed mission, in which case it would be unwise to choose to take Wesley and Carlos to meet him in New York.

However, there are so many cities and towns to choose from in the United States, so why choose Florence, a European town?

The answer to this question is also very simple—because Sloan thinks that Lin Cheng and Wesley are no different in Florence than in a textile factory.

The Holy Land of the Origin of the League of Assassins in Florence has a special historical significance for the League, as it was once the ancestral home of the League of Assassins and was also the center of its activities in Europe.

It wasn't until the League of Assassins moved to the Americas that Florence became a museum of history and culture for the League of Assassins, and there was basically no one left here.

Do people go to museums when they have nothing to do, apparently not.

With the exception of the janitor of the former textile factory and the hotel's manager, two old killers who had long since retired and barely bothered about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, the Assassins' League had little oversight of Florence.

However, the presence of these two retired gods has always led Sloane to believe that Florence is still his own territory.

Because of this, Lin Cheng took Wesley on vacation in this place, which was equivalent to still being under the supervision of the Assassin League, and Sloan could rest assured that they would hang out here, and even offer to help reimburse travel expenses.

If he were to go somewhere else, Sloan would have to send someone to keep an eye on these two guys to prevent the two of them from making any mess.

In the early morning, the warm Mediterranean sun pierced the white veil blocking the window, and the sound of birdsong outside the window woke Wesley from his sleep, and lay on the hotel bed so soft that it seemed to sink in, and Wesley suddenly didn't even want to get out of bed.

If you think about it carefully, in the past few decades, I have been an obscure little transparent, studying, working, and living for more than ten years, boring and boring.

He thought he would spend his life in New York and be buried in a cemetery, instead of lying on the shores of the Mediterranean like he is now, enjoying a moment of relaxation that he had never tried in his life.

So, what happened in your own life that led to such a change?

With confusion in his mind, Wesley slowly got up.

He washed up in the bathroom of his hotel room and changed into a somewhat light autumn suit.

Florence is a city close to the sea in Italy, and with its typical Mediterranean climate, it is still warm even when people in New York are already wearing warm clothes, but it is more or less cool than the summer heat.

When Wesley walked down the second floor of the hotel and came to the lobby downstairs, he saw Lin Cheng sitting on the sofa in the hotel lobby opposite the old butler, and there was a bottle of unlabeled aged wine on the low oak table between the two.

It's not appropriate to have a wine tasting early in the morning, right?

Hearing the sound coming from the stairs, Lin Cheng slowly leaned back on the soft sofa and greeted Wesley, with a gentle smile on his face, as if he was in a good mood.

"Yo, good morning, I didn't bother you last night when I saw that you slept soundly, but I had a great time."

Lin Cheng was telling the truth.

The two arrived at the hotel yesterday afternoon, Wesley lay down as soon as he arrived at the hotel, and he couldn't wake up no matter how he screamed, so Lin Cheng went out and walked around the city center of Florence by himself, saw the local scenery full of Renaissance atmosphere, and also tasted the unique Italian food here.

He even played around in the nightclub bar near the hotel last night, as for whether he found a few young and beautiful European ladies to drink with him, then he could only ask Lin Cheng himself.

In short, the strong metabolic ability brought by the T virus made Lin Cheng full of energy, and he did not rest after returning to the hotel in the morning, sitting in the lobby with the old man, the manager of the hotel, and listening to the old man boast about his glorious experience as a killer when he was young.

The old man said that he had even been ordered to assassinate Hitler, but he was unable to do so because the Germans were so well defended.

As for the truth of the matter, I am afraid that only the old man himself knows it in his heart.

After a few contacts, Lin Cheng chatted happily with the old man, and the two hit it off at first sight, and the old man had to open a bottle of wine for Lin Cheng to taste.

"Uh......"

Hearing Lin Cheng's words, Wesley didn't know what to say.

"Okay, don't be stupid, we're going to go to the textile factory today."

With that, Lin Cheng got up and took a bunch of car keys hanging at the front desk of the hotel in his hand, just like the textile factory, the hotel is an asset of the Assassin League, Lin Cheng can naturally use all the services here at will, whether it is accommodation or vehicles.

The two got into a black Audi Q5 parked in front of the hotel and drove quietly out of the center of Florence.

The former site of the Assassins' Union's textile mill was not in the city of Florence, but in a monastery on a hill a few kilometers from the city.

It is an old convent in the style of the Middle Ages, surrounded by high walls, like a castle, but unlike the minaret churches in the city, the architecture here is more quaint and at the same time, it overlooks the whole of Florence.

Lin Cheng, like Wesley, was here for the first time, and the two walked around the monastery together, and the most they saw were the gray walls, and the priests, nuns, believers, and believers walking in the buildings, while the two who were not Christians could not even enter the church.

This is an ordinary monastery, and the people in it are really Christians, they are just a group of ordinary people, completely unaware that the church they have guarded for decades belongs to a group of killers, and they are guarding the ancestral business for the killers.

After turning around, Lin Cheng simply took Wesley to look at the scenery on the wall of the monastery, and when Carlos arrived, Wesley originally wanted to ask Lin Cheng why he took him here to blow the cold wind, and then Carlos appeared.

"We've been waiting for you for a long time—"

"Sorry, the plane was late, I wasn't maliciously late."

Carlos's handsome face was still expressionless, but his eyes fell on Wesley's.

"This is ......"

"Just a little bit about it, Wesley, he's Carlos, Carlos Gibson, codename Cross."

Wesley looked at the third person who appeared with some blankness, and he felt that the person was looking at him with a hairy gaze.

Lin Cheng didn't say that he was going to wait for someone here, but when Lin Cheng introduced Carlos to Wesley, Wesley was almost so frightened that he fell to the ground, looking at Lin Cheng and Carlos with a terrifying gaze, as if he had heard something incredible.