Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 607 16. Brotherhood. Naxin

John Wick, a man born in New York.

The first half of his young life was not smooth. After experiencing hardships, he chose a life path that most people would not choose.

He fell into darkness and walked in darkness.

He became a killer. Originally, he just worked alone, like a lone wolf, accepting tasks, getting paid, and then continuing to accept tasks and continue to make money, even though he himself didn't know what the use of earning so much money was.

Later, after the establishment of the Continental Hotel of the Assassin League, the second demon leader, Ms. Talia, made official friends with superb skills, and with the help of those "friends", in a very short time, the The East Coast killer network is in his hands.

The young assassin John Wick became a member of the League of Assassins in such a muddle.

But he doesn't care about that.

John is a person who goes with everything and lives a simple life. He lives very purely, even his thoughts are pure. This kind of rare purity makes him like a fish in water in the killer business.

After completing several difficult tasks in a row, John soon became the number one at the Continental Hotel in New York.

Uh, this is a bit weird to say, but he is indeed one of the hottest killers on the East Coast right now.

Thalia, the current leader of the League of Assassins, has formulated a new working method for the assassins under his command. Only when they live in the Continental Hotel will they return to the lives of killers and assassins. Back to the lives of ordinary people.

But unless it is necessary for work, the Continental Hotel prohibits its killers from killing each other, and killers who violate the regulations will be wanted by their peers.

As it turns out, this is a pretty good rule, allowing killers to have a life truly their own without worrying about bullets from the shadows.

But... the rules are always challenged, just like this night.

While Wick was enjoying his peaceful life, two uninvited guests broke into his home.However, they did not come to take John's life.

John Wick, who was holding a dagger, quickly chose his target from the front and back. Compared with Miles, it seemed easier for Layla to break through.

In life-and-death struggles, women are often at a disadvantage. They are inferior to men in terms of strength, which is a natural defect.

But at the moment Wick rushed towards Layla in silence, the female assassin in front of him suddenly let out a chuckle, as if mocking Wick for making a wrong choice.

"Swish"

The moment Wick's dagger stabbed Layla, the figure of the female assassin disappeared strangely.

really disappear.

Even the breath dissipated.

This sudden change made Wick's eyes widen, but it didn't stop him from escaping. He accelerated out of the room, jumped down from the second floor with agility, and rushed into the garage without stopping.

A few seconds later, accompanied by the low sound of the engine, a silver-gray classic Mustang sports car rushed out of the villa.

"Hoo, hoo"

John Wick tried his best to adjust his breathing, but the two weird guys didn't seem to be chasing him, which made him feel puzzled, and he stopped trying to detonate the bomb buried in the room.

But just after Wick drove the car a few hundred meters, a finger wearing a black fingerless glove suddenly tapped his shoulder a few times.

"Are you looking for us, Mr. Wick."

"!!!"

Wick subconsciously stepped on the brakes, and the well-maintained Mustang sports car pulled an arc on the road and stopped violently on the side of the road.

Wick turned his head sharply, pointing the black muzzle of the gun behind him, his eyes were full of coldness, the eyes that a killer should have.

But behind him, two guys in white hoods were sitting leisurely in the back seat of the car, not caring about pointing their guns at them, and still looking at him with scrutiny.

Hell, when are they...

"Snapped"

Before Wick could react, he was hit on the wrist with a heavy blow. The moment the pistol flew out, Wick, who reacted extremely quickly, planned the cab heavily.

He stood in the dark night, holding the dagger behind his back, posing in a fighting posture, watching the two people standing in front of him like ghosts vigilantly.

Miles and Leila stood in front of him, not intending to attack again.

"boom"

But Wick took the initiative to attack.

The young assassin rushed forward and punched Miles with a heavy punch, which was easily dodged by the latter, but the second punch followed, and the sharp dagger stabbed at the white-robed assassin in the dark, but was still easily dodged .

Like a ghost, Miles dodged Wick's violent punches with light steps, the super perception of the demon hunter, coupled with the recovery of the blood power of the legendary assassin Altaïr, Allowing Miles to easily capture the trajectory of Wick's every punch.

John Wick's extremely threatening combos are like slow motion, without any threat.

"We came with no malice, John."

Miles said softly:

"If you know the deeds of your ancestor, Master Connor, then you should know why we are here."

Wick didn't answer.

The young killer was not in the habit of talking in battle, it would only distract him, and for a killer, distraction was fatal.

"boom"

The fist he swung was blocked by Miles, and amidst the beating of the dim light, the sharp Hidden Blade, exuding a cold aura, touched Wick's neck.

Wick didn't even see clearly when the weird guy in front of him drew his sword.

His attack stopped, and he didn't feel Miles' killing intent.

"The Brotherhood needs your strength, my brother."

Miles put away the Hidden Blade, he took a step back, and stood in front of Wick like a ghost in the night, he said:

"You may not understand it yet, but it doesn't matter, come with us, we will show you your future path."

"I do not need!"

Wick reached out and touched the wound on his face, and said in a low tone:

"I've found my life."

"That's not life."

Behind him, Leila said softly:

"Living in an order that may be destroyed at any time, turning a blind eye to the threats hidden in the darkness, letting the false peace wrap around your neck, one day, those things you think are harmless will strangle you from behind. neck..."

"You don't know the meaning of your existence to this world. This world is waiting for you to help it. You can choose to turn a blind eye, but you can also take up arms and fight for freedom and protection like your ancestors war."

Leila put away the broken spear, she stretched out her hand, Wick tried to avoid it, but the hand landed on his shoulder precisely.

"A dark path to glory awaits you, John Wick."

"I thought the story of the League of Assassins was already bizarre enough, but I didn't expect that there would be addicted lunatics like you in this world."

The young assassin whispered:

"You should probably go to a mental hospital."

"Come on, Layla."

Miles looked at John Wick. He stopped Leila from continuing to persuade him. He said to Wick in front of him:

"You are still blinded, you still can't understand... But it doesn't matter, Wick, our arrival is just a kind reminder, we are just revealing the truth of the world for you, and what you have to face next is A real challenge."

Miles put away the Hidden Blade, and he jumped onto the branch of the roadside as lightly as a monkey. He turned his head and said to John Wick who was looking at him:

"Live well, my brother."

"Maybe the next time we meet, you'll make the right choice."

Under Wick's gaze, Miles quickly disappeared into the jungle. Behind him, Layla put a box on Wick's car hood. She said to Wick:

"Go experience the deeds of your ancestors, Wick."

"Maybe seeing is believing will allow you to see the truth hidden under the world, but don't wait too long, Abstergo has noticed you, and the knowledge in your blood is what they must have."

"Beware of the dagger from the darkness, my strange brother, see you next time."

"Swish"

Under Wick's gaze, Leila's figure disappeared into the darkness strangely as before, as if she had never existed.

This weird scene made Wick not let down his vigilance immediately. He picked up his pistol and tried his best to sense the surroundings. After a few minutes, he confirmed that the two nonsense lunatics had really left, and Wick relaxed.

Even for a killer, what happened tonight was bizarre enough.

Wick could sense that each of those two guys in the white hoods had the ability to kill him easily, but the way they were dressed did remind Wick of something.

When he was a child, before his parents died, his mother, who was part Indian, would always tell him stories about his ancestors.

Those memories have almost dissipated in time, but Wick vaguely remembered that in his mother's mouth, his ancestor was indeed a hero who always covered his face with a hood.

Wick always thought it was just a nonsense legend, but now it seems that it is not.

He looked back at what Layla had left behind, and he sat in the car, opening the box.There is a black device inside, like a magnified version of the tactical eyepiece, and a black strap that can be fixed on the head,

Wick touched his chest, his heart was beating more violently than ever, as if calling him to explore the secrets covered by time.

"Maybe I'm crazy."

Ten minutes later, Wick returned home and cleaned up the messy bedroom.

This young killer with long hair and an indifferent face was lying on the bed. He looked at the black instrument in his hand, and after taking a few breaths, he put the instrument on his head.

"If that's true...let me see."

He said softly, the next moment, a white light bloomed in front of his eyes, and in the chaos of consciousness, he vaguely heard the sound of guns and guns, and when he opened his eyes again, the battlefield of the Civil War was right around him. Unfolding in front of his eyes, relying on the connection in his blood that would not be cut off by time, he went back to the past and returned to the body of his ancestors.

A strange and mysterious world appeared before his eyes.

A soldier in a red uniform saw him, and the guy howled and rushed towards him with a bayonet gun raised, and Wick subconsciously grabbed the weapon at his waist.

He looked down, it was a tomahawk with Indian style...

And on his body, he also wore the same white hood and white robe as the two psychopaths before.

A voice echoed in his mind, like an ancestor talking to him.

He vaguely heard that voice saying...

"let's go!"

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"Recruitment failed?"

At Merlin's home, at midnight, Merlin was sitting on the sofa looking at the magic book in his hand. In front of his eyes, Miles and Leila were standing there in shame.

"Yes, Master."

Leila said with regret:

"John Wick doesn't trust us."

"This is normal."

Merlin turned the pages of the book with a normal expression, and said:

"Anyone in their right mind, when they hear about the war between the Brotherhood and the Templars, will think it's just a lie."

"In their view, those wars that have lasted for thousands of years in the past will always exist only in myths."

He raised his head, temporarily diverted his attention from the complicated and tedious knowledge of magic, looked at his apprentice, and said:

"I told you before that in this new era, the Brotherhood can no longer rely solely on past traditions to fulfill its mission, just like recruiting new people, nor can it be as reckless as in the past..."

"Modern people are very smart, or think they are very smart. Their speed of receiving information is more than a hundred times that of people in the past. Because of this, each of them thinks they are knowledgeable and talented, and they disdain to report to the legends of the past. respect."

"You have to find smarter ways to find your brothers and sisters who are hiding in the crowd."

Miles and Leila looked at each other, and the young man asked in a low voice:

"Then what shall we do, Master."

"It's very simple, don't try to find it yourself, let those sons of assassins come to you on their own initiative."

Merlin held out his hand, an Animus virtual machine with a simpler appearance and a more fashionable design, he said to the two apprentices:

"A friend of mine is very interested in the time virtual machine you use. At my request, he redesigned the functions of the Animus so that ordinary people can also access this system. Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, this It's just a virtual game, but those real sons of Assassins will activate the bloodline in the Animus...they will have a 'bleed' effect."

Merlin looked at Miles and Layla and said:

"I have already registered a game company for you. This is your task for the next few years. Run this company well and promote this 'game' to the whole world."

"Learn from our enemies, use the power of ordinary people to find your brothers and sisters who have never been seen before, and integrate them into the Brotherhood system before Abstergo finds them."

"This..."

Leila looked at the Animus in Merlin's hand in surprise, and said:

"This may be a good way, but master, this is too high-profile, and it does not conform to the rules of the brotherhood. We follow the ancient advice and should be hidden among the crowd..."

"High profile?"

Merlin shook his head:

"No, Leila, it's not high-profile at all, just look at the world around you."

"All kinds of supernatural events happen every day, mutants, aliens, aliens, aliens, and monsters created by humans... This world has never really been peaceful, ordinary people have been living In an isolated society."

"Compared with those obvious troubles, the thousand-year struggle between the Brotherhood and the Templars is nothing more than a link under the world, an ordinary, even insignificant link. Your actions will not be rewarded more If you pay more attention, I will help you cover up those malicious attention."

Merlin paused, and he said to the two apprentices in front of him:

"Of course, all of this will have to wait until you get rid of Abstergo's pursuit. After you escape from the Asylum of the Assassin League, you will usher in your first battle. I will not intervene in it. You must rely on your own wisdom and strength , to fight a bloody path in the crowd of enemies!"

"If you survive the bloody battle, then the rebuilding of the Brotherhood will truly begin."

"If you die on the battlefield in the dark night, it will only prove that you are unable to shoulder such a heavy responsibility, and it will prove that perhaps the Brotherhood is doomed to die."

Merlin stood up, looked at Miles and Leila in front of him, and said:

"What I'm curious about is..."

"You guys, are you ready?"

PS:

Many brothers leave messages to join the group, well, I have been negligent.

785722542, this is the group number, you can just fill in the names of the protagonists of the three books as the answer, Overlord's Track - Cyber ​​Hawk, Death's Track - Tyrion Blade of Dawn, Shadow Track - Merlin Riley.

In addition, there are a lot of sand sculpture netizens in this group who engage in pornography every day, and they might not have it someday.

(End of this chapter)