After about half an hour, Lin Cheng returned to his room with the things he got from Old John.

What surprised him a little was that the fox had woken up from a coma and was trying to break free from the rope he had left on her, however, Lin Cheng was so tightly tied that she couldn't break free at all.

From the time Lin Cheng entered the door to the time he closed the door, he turned around and got a pair of angry eyes from the fox as if he was about to breathe fire.

In the face of the fox's angry gaze, he could only smile helplessly, and put the small alloy suitcase that Old John had given him on the table, and took out a needle and a syringe from it.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to do that either, but I can't let you ruin our plans."

Installing the needle on the back of the disposable syringe, Lin Cheng said as he came to the side of the bed and pressed the fox's arm.

Seeing that Lin Cheng was about to inject an unknown liquid into his body, the fox naturally refused and kept struggling, but Lin Cheng's hand was like an iron hoop tightly gripping her arm, making her unable to resist his brutality at all.

The fox watched as the unknown liquid poured into her body, and after a few moments, she suddenly felt weak and collapsed on the bed again.

"It's a sedative mixed with nutritional medicine, it won't hurt you, it will only make you sleep for a day, here's a letter for you, don't you want to know why I'm with Carlos, when you break free and open the envelope, you'll understand."

The sedative drugs soon began to take effect, and the fox lying on the bed felt a little drowsy.

But in the confusion, she saw Lin Cheng leave an envelope on the bedside table, then put aside the messy hair on her face, gently wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and helped herself pull the cold quilt on the bed by the way.

This damn man, how can he be so damn careful.

After making sure that the fox was asleep, Lin Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and untied the rope on the fox's hand.

Inside the envelope was a letter that he had taken a long time to write, telling the truth about Carlos being wanted, mentioning the bad things Sloane had done, and leaving behind the fragment of the loom with Sloan's name on it that Carlos had given him.

He knew that the fox would inevitably investigate the debris when he saw all this.

As long as she found out that the fragment was real, and that the name on it was indeed Sloane's name, she would believe what he wrote in the letter, and when that time came, she would definitely not report what had happened to Sloane, but would try to contact herself.

"John, I'll leave now, keep the hotel room for me, there's something in it, please don't let anyone in until I get back."

"Don't worry, boy, Old John still abides by this rule, but you really don't need to equip backup?"

At the front desk of the hotel, before going out, Lin Cheng instructed the hotel manager Old Man John, and Old John naturally agreed.

"No, I've got all the equipment."

"That's okay, old John doesn't care, when you get to the place, someone will naturally come to you."

Leaving the hotel, Lin Cheng did not continue to drive the hotel's Audi, but took out his toy brick Lamborghini sports car, which he had not used for a long time, from the building block space, and the green supercar of the same size as the original product fell in front of him, with an indescribably cool texture.

Lin Cheng was suddenly a little lucky, fortunately, the Infinity Building Blocks would provide a vague concept for these large props, otherwise this building block toy sports car would receive curious eyes and attention from all directions as soon as it landed, and it would definitely become more troublesome to get planes, warships, spaceships or something in the future.

Florence to Rome, nearly 200 kilometers in a straight line, Lin Cheng drove his building block toy sports car along the coastal highway, and it took about two hours to arrive in Rome, a historical city with a sense of weight compared to Florence.

Rome is a beautiful city, Lin Cheng is very familiar with this place, and coming to Rome is like coming home.

As for why, from the Colosseum to the Pantheon, from St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican to every monastery and museum here, every historic building in Rome he has climbed - in Ubisoft's Assassin's Creed games.

Following the address left by Old John, Lin Cheng found a tailor shop in the center of the city, a tailor shop for high-end handmade suits made in Italy, a small shop hidden on the side of the street, so small that if it weren't for the model in the suit in the window, Lin Cheng would almost walk over.

The store is small, with a sofa and a desk, and on the walls are all sorts of beautifully made, high-end looking tailoring suits, and there is only one black man in a suit in the room.

After seeing Lin Cheng come in, the other party immediately got up from the sofa and came to Lin Cheng.

"Sorry, this is a private membership shop, closed to the public, please leave."

It was a strong black man in his thirties, and the other man's physique was more like a bodyguard than a tailor.

The other party seemed to regard Lin Cheng, who broke into the store, as those Chinese tourists who traveled to Rome, and immediately issued an eviction order to Lin Cheng, until Lin Cheng took out the killer gold coin given to him by Old John, and the other party immediately changed his attitude.

"I'm from New York, Seventeenth Textile Mill."

"Welcome, Mr. Lin, the manager has been waiting for you for a long time."

A moment later, under the leadership of the other party, Lin Cheng walked all the way through the storefront of the tailor shop, through the garment factory and warehouse behind the tailor shop, and all the way to the manager's office at the back, a room decorated with a luxurious atmosphere.

Here he met with the person in charge of the place.

The local forces of the Assassin League were naturally also composed of locals, and most of them were able-bodied men in their mid-thirties, including the tailor shop manager who appeared in front of Lin Cheng.

The manager was a bald-headed white man with a very European physiognomy and a well-made suit.

"Hello - Mr. Angelo, I'm Lin Cheng from New York."

Lin Cheng looked at the nameplate on the other party's chest, and immediately took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with the other party.

"Welcome, Mr. Lin, welcome to Rome."

As soon as this Mr. Angelo spoke, Lin Cheng realized that the other party's accent was very local, but there was a strong contrast with the other party's appearance, Italian English sounded very gentlemanly in Mr. Angelo's mouth, not as rough as the old black who brought him in before.

"Is there anything you can teach me about my mission?"

"Of course, this is the social activity of the Antonio family, and naturally there is a lot of exquisiteness, but this dress on your body is not suitable for that kind of social occasion, let me measure it for you first, I will let the factory prepare your suit as soon as possible, and then I will teach you some etiquette things."

Hearing Angelo's words, Lin Cheng gently tugged at the corners of his mouth.

What's wrong with the suit on his body is also a bulletproof suit produced by a textile factory, but the style is more American, but he didn't expect to be belittled to such a point in the eyes of the tailor manager.

Helpless, Lin Cheng could only appoint and let the other party push himself in front of the mirror, holding a tape measure and fiddling with it.

If you think about it carefully, John Walker also ordered a bulletproof suit here, using a killer gold coin as a deposit, and it is not clear how much the final payment is, but looking at the quality of that suit, I think the price should not be too cheap.

Compared to John Walker, this tailor shop is the own property of the Assassin League, and Lin Cheng does not need to pay at all, and is completely a prostitute.