Chapter 13: The First Assassination

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

In the following week, with Apple’s help, Wesley’s progress soared. First, he beat up the repairman. This time, he hit him too hard. He endured for five whole weeks, and the fat man was stabbed more than twenty times. Of course, Wesley did not kill him, or his life would have been in danger.

The flick of the gun was also beautifully completed. He fired several shots in a row, left and right, and did not miss. This was a big surprise for Sloan, but at this time he calmed down again. He needed Wesley to learn to kill, or he would have no advantage against Cross.

“This is the entire operational record of the Assassin Brotherhood. There is a lot of experience in it. You need to study in peace. Otherwise, you are no match for Cross. His operational record is also here. None of them has failed.” Sloan led Wesley to the archive room, a huge circular room. The circle against the wall is full of tall bookshelves.

Wesley nodded. This, too, was something he needed to learn. And he had the apple. All he had to do was look at it once. He called in the pesticide. “Give me a hand. I need someone to help me.”

“No problem. Anyway, I don’t have anything to do.” Pestilence laughed at himself, but Wesley would not believe him too much. The movie was unclear. Whether Pestilence was his father’s informant, or whether he was arranged by Sloan, it was not easy to tell.

Insecticide uses the design of a rat carrying a bomb. In the movie, Wesley later sees the design in his father’s secret room, and the spot where the insecticide is hit is near Wesley’s house. The killers have been following Wesley, not trusting him or trying to use him as bait. This is all possible, so Wesley trusts no one.

All of his assassination records were only read once before the next one was replaced. Pesticide wasn’t sure what Wesley was looking at. “How did you read it so fast?”

“I’m looking at their thinking. There are only a few weapons and techniques used in each operation. The key is the thinking. How to find an opportunity under heavy protection is the most precious.”

“I see. You are so smart.” Insecticide laughed and continued to move things for him. He sent back what he had seen and saw that Wesley had finished reading many records in three days.

“This is your first mission.” Sloan gave him a name afterward, and Fox will take him with him on the mission.

Standing on the speeding tram, Wesley and Fox lay down at the same time and then passed through a tunnel. Then Fox took out a digital camera and aimed it at a passing office building.

“How old are you today?” Wesley asked loudly.

“Haha, why do you ask?” Fox asked with a smile.

“I’m single now, so I’ll ask you how old you are and see if we’re suitable, if I can live.” Wesley left half a sentence. If you can live too, this is a stubborn girl. I don’t know if she will really solve herself. You can’t stop such a person, and Wesley won’t stop her. It’s her choice.

“I’ll tell you when you survive.” Then he shook the digital camera. “This is your target. They have a meeting at a fixed time every day, and your target is this guy. You need to shoot at the fifth window. Do you understand?”

“Remember, but do you think what the loom decided was right?”

“Killing one person to save a thousand people. This is the law of the Brotherhood. In the past, there were people in the Brotherhood who hesitated like you. In the end, their target killed a lot of people. When they attacked again, it was too late. Look here.” Fox showed the scar on his right shoulder. “My father was a judge, but the defendant killed him and wanted to buy someone else, and the defendant was the target of the Brotherhood.”

“Understood. I just find it unbelievable that a loom can determine the fate of humans.”

“That’s normal. That’s what everyone thought the first time. But don’t hesitate, because if you let one person go, it may kill more people.” Wesley fell silent. Whether this was true or not, the loom could decide fate. Why was it so similar to the Hydra Group’s computing program? The two were completely similar.

High in the sky, out of sight of Wesley and Fox, a drone was watching them. “Sir, Wesley Gibson is going to start his first operation.”

“Well, you guys are in charge of watching here and seeing how it turns out. Don’t alarm anyone. I have something to do now that I dare to go to New York, and I need to start contacting Tony Stark.”

“Understood, sir.” S.H.I.E.L.D. is still monitoring them. They need to replenish their strength, especially since Gibson and his son are ordinary people with special abilities. They can’t compare to Captain America in the past, but they are much more powerful than ordinary people.

Wesley stood at the top of the tram with Fox again the next day. Wesley gripped a pistol and concentrated on what he was doing. It was the first time he had killed anyone, but he did not feel the slightest psychological burden. It was not that he was cold-blooded. What he felt was more like a game, the kind where you fight small monsters to level up. It was entirely a game mentality. It could be said that he had not yet fully adapted to the world and there was an invisible barrier in his heart.

“Pay attention, you only have one chance,” Fox shouted. Then the tram arrived at the building where the target was. Three windows flashed past in a row. “Apple, your heart is racing.” Wesley saw everything around him start to slow down. He calmed down and took aim with his gun. A fifth window appeared and calculated the inertia of the tram. There was a gunshot, but it was completely covered by the sound of the tram.

The bullet flew slowly, passed through the window, and finally hit the target’s forehead. He died instantly. His body leaned back, and the chair fell back with him.

“Whew…” He took a deep breath and his heartbeat returned to normal. He turned to look at Fox, who was also looking at him and smiling. Then he stretched out a thumb. Wesley sat down directly and breathed heavily. It was his first time killing someone. Although it was a game mentality, watching a bullet enter a person’s forehead was not something most people could bear.

“It’s always like this the first time. You’ve done well.” Fox came over to comfort him.

“Is FOX your name or code name?” Using a name is Fox, using a code name is Fox. It was the first time Wesley had asked.

“Anything. You can call me whatever you want.” Fox smiled slyly. She was so charming, but Wesley was not charmed. He looked up at the sky. He was an assassin now.