Regarding how an assassin organization discovered that the cloth woven by the loom had some regular small holes arranged so long ago, and then realized that this was 01 binary, compiled into a human name, and used as an assassination target for the Assassin League, Lin Yu did not comment.

There are slightly more slots.

To be honest, Lin Yu was more inclined to say that from the very beginning, the names that appeared on the Destiny Loom were specially compiled by people.

But given the fact that this alliance of assassins has a gun fighting technique that violates the laws of physics, and it seems that some metaphysical parts have really been added to it, it seems that there is a loom that can automatically generate people's names, which is not an unacceptable thing.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Lin Yu.

Whether the loom of fate is true or not, it is impossible for him to accept his will and be dominated by a machine anyway.

Lin Yu handed the piece of cloth woven by the loom to Firefox and motioned for her to solve the above answer.

Firefox took the piece of cloth, his eyes were complicated, this piece of cloth was made by him watching Lin Yu, obviously it was impossible to do anything, but Lin Yu was so calm, this had to make Firefox start to doubt and start worrying.

The result is ...... What exactly will it be?

Fortunately, Firefox is not the type of person who has difficulty accepting reality, she prefers to see the results directly and then act on them.

“…… You can ......," Firefox looked at Wesley, whom he had been holding.

Wesley was only treated with a simple hemostatic bandage, as he would need to lie in the Assassins' League's second-largest specialty for a full day if he needed to repair it completely.

Of course, this was unacceptable to Wesley now, and he couldn't let his goddess stay with such a dangerous man.

Although he is also a burden here.

But it's normal to lick a dog and not be able to make decisions in a normal way of thinking.

"I'm fine, I can hold it up alone." Wesley immediately spoke, leaned to the side, and finally regretted it a little, and hurriedly remedied, "I can support it for a while." ”

"Okay." Firefox didn't pay that much attention, and now she was all focused on the piece of fabric in her hand.

Pick up a magnifying glass, find the corresponding special lot, identify, write down, translate.

Firefox is the second time to do this kind of work, and before that, this kind of thing was only qualified to be done by Sloane, the leader of the League of Assassins, and the others could only wait for orders to inflict desecration on the sacred Loom of Destiny.

The first was training as a member of the League of Assassins.

But this also leads to the fact that if you want to blaspheme, you only need a person's thoughts.

Firefox eventually deciphered the name on the piece of fabric.

The answer made her body shake twice, almost unable to stand, Wesley saw this, and immediately reached out to help, and then Firefox stood still, but Wesley fell to the ground with a snort, gasping violently, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't even scream.

It just so happened that the injured thigh bore the brunt of the ground, and the face that was not much blood turned pale directly, if it wasn't for this period of training, it is estimated that he would have fainted directly.

That being said, the special training of the repairman and butcher was quite effective.

It's a pity that the man is dead, so Wesley didn't expect to stop at all.

People can't even imagine if they are alive.

"Then I think you should understand what's going on." Lin Yu said.

“…… Since when? Firefox closed her eyes and opened them again, pain and calm strangely present in the emotions in her eyes.

"I'm just an ordinary IRS operative, how can I know this kind of internal thing for you?" Lin Yu said.

"But guess you can probably guess that the Cross ruled out that the League of Assassins found out about this, so it should be a long time before Sloan did this kind of thing."

“…… So, my name should be on it too. Firefox's tone calmed down.

She also roughly understood this, and if Sloane had long ago begun to fabricate a list of Looms of Destiny for his own benefit, then it was clear that all the Assassins who had completed their missions during this period had all been reduced to tools in Sloane's hands.

The Fate Partial Machine does not care whether people are tools or not, it only mechanically gives those who should be "eliminated".

"I think it's not just yours, it's all the Assassins of the League of Assassins." Lin Yu said.

"It's not your fault......" Wesley, who had been paying attention to Firefox's expression, seemed to realize something and comforted him.

"No, don't say it." Firefox shook his head, interrupting him.

She set up Wesley, dragged him down, and walked out with Wesley.

"I'll take him to repair his body and do what you're going to do." Before leaving, Firefox said, "After a while, you probably won't be able to arrest people." ”

"It's okay, the dead can still collect inheritance tax." Lin Yu said with a smile.

Otherwise, how can it be said that in the United States there is only death and tax eternal?

Even if you die, you have to pay taxes!

Without interference, Lin Yu can also do his own thing.

Sloane's place to hide things is very clever, but all this can't be hidden from Lin Yu, who has an eagle's eye.

It's not a big problem. ……

Sloane returned to the textile mill in his newly purchased car, contented, satisfied, and proud, and these words or sentences probably best described his current mood.

Although he is already a very old man, he finally understands this when he has little to live, and he has time to enjoy it.

As long as there is money.

But the problem is that the League of Assassins was a non-profit organization before, and everything was for that bullshit "ideal", so a group of top Assassins who could have posed or even threatened national security became public volunteers, but they did not do the same thing as the tools in their hands.

This was apparently unacceptable to Sloane, so he tried to forge a list of Looms of Fate.

Anything, it will not be zero and one or two degrees, but zero and innumerable.

For example, women's clothing.

Of course, this kind of falsification of lists to make profits for oneself is also a thing.

In short, after such a long period of struggle, Sloan has made a lot of money.

The only loophole that appears is the cross...... When he thought of this, Sloane's face couldn't help but be a little gloomy, but fortunately, his complexion was dark enough that he couldn't see it at all.

"With Wesley, you don't have to worry......" Thinking of this, his face became clear again, and he even triumphed at his wise decision.

Who would have thought that pulling the other party's son one step ahead and deceiving his biological father was the idea of killing his father's enemy?

Don't be too witty!

That's what Sloan thinks, anyway.

"Now, just ......wait," Sloane thought to himself, "There are still so many Assassins in the Alliance, no matter how powerful the Cross is, there is no way to kill it directly, and wait until Wesley comes out of the mountain...... Hum! The advantage is mine! ”