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The most secret place in the Mutual Aid Castle.

In the room where the Destiny Loom is located.

The loom of destiny continues to weave its own fabric.

It looks very novel.

Laika sat carelessly on the Destiny Loom, casually browsing Sloan's little secrets.

This room was once accessible only to Sloan, and Sloan's safe was hidden here.

It contains Sloan's property list, relationship records, 200 million in cash...

Put all the Lycra behind your back.

Besides, there is one more thing…

The real assassination targets that the loom has spit out over the years.

Sloane is an idiot.

How can you take such a risk and let something written fall into the hands of others?

Forget it, forget it, the dead person is the most important.

Laika read the list carefully. To be honest, it was just that.

Dolores Abenasi, Megatron, Magneto, Ronan the Accuser.

Many goals actually overlap with the Council's public bounty list.

Moreover, with the ability of the mutual aid association, some of them cannot be killed at all.

In addition, there are some people who look innocent for a while, but will turn evil soon.

For example, Breaking Bad is still working as a chemistry teacher, and the clown is still playing clown on the street.

Oops, Obadiah Stan.

The second in command of the Stark Group, Tony Stark's mentor and big brother.

Soon Tony Stark will be sold to the Middle East to become Iron Man.

This... might as well not kill...

Kill...who will snap his fingers next?

Therefore, this loom of fate is not as easy to use as this young master...

kindness?

Sheldon Cooper? ? ?

What the hell?

Laika casually threw the assassination information on the ground and stepped on it.

"What's the matter, so angry?"

Laika turned around and looked.

Winston is here.

Grinning.

Laika curled her lips: "It's not about being angry, I just feel like fate or something, it's just bullshit."

"I don't quite agree with that."

Winston sighed, "Perhaps it is fate that makes you say at this moment that fate is bullshit?"

Damn, this kind of person is the most annoying.

Saying it means not saying it.

"Are you satisfied with the current results?" Laika pointed around with her finger.

Winston smiled lightly: "Not only am I satisfied, everyone is satisfied."

That's exactly Laika's plan.

The Council wants to annex the Mutual Aid Society, as well as their Arc Gun technology, Healing Bath technology, and Destiny Loom.

Now, except for Firefox and Sloan, the Mutual Aid Association has been merged into the Board of Directors.

The workers carrying the fate loom were already waiting outside the door.

As for Winston, he did not want an independent kingdom within the Continental Hotel in New York that he managed.

Sloane is dead, and the fraternity killers who joined the Council no longer kill according to the Loom's instructions.

So there won't be a separate kingdom in Winston's Continental.

Finally, it’s Lycra!

He wants money...

Sloan had already signed the asset custody contract before his death.

Everyone is happy, right?

Except Sloan.

Winston looked around: "What are you going to do with this castle?"

This castle, including all the assets of the mutual aid association, are in Sloan's name.

In other words, after paying the inheritance tax and completing the transfer process, it all belongs to Leica.

"Sell!" Laika said without thinking, "along with Sloan's other fixed assets at home and abroad, all of them will be liquidated, and then..."

Ah, no!

But it's too late!

"Then, you will distribute half of these assets to the mutual aid association...isn't it...the killers of the original mutual aid association?" Winston followed Laika's words calmly.

Eyes, a little complicated.

Laika hurriedly spread his hands and said: "My conscience, just think of this money as a signing bonus for them to change jobs. I'm just fulfilling my promise, not trying to win people's hearts!"

This is probably what Winston is most afraid of.

Laika will take the mutual aid association into its wings.

"You don't have to rush to defend yourself." Winston smiled again, "I can still tell who is ambitious and who is not."

Those without ambition are friends, those with ambition are enemies.

"That would be great," Laika promised. "I really don't want to start any gang in your Continental Hotel."

temporary…

"I also said that I believe it."

Winston patted Laika on the shoulder, "Now it's time to talk about your reward."

"Well that."

This is the point.

"First of all, 465 gold coins have been deposited into your account at the Continental Hotel. You can withdraw them at any time."

Laika frowned.

465 piece.

That's less than a year and a half's salary for a disciple-level killer.

However, considering that the numbers are so precise, they must have been calculated carefully, and there is no room for bargaining.

"Thank you." Laika blinked, "Is there anything else?"

"You have been upgraded again, from disciple to nightmare."

Hey, it’s on par with Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Beyond that is pain, and then there is the purgatory of the mortal ceiling.

Winston then laughed and said: "The average time it takes for a Council Killer to rise to Nightmare is seven years, but it only took you eighteen months."

"Yes, I also think this time is a bit long." Laika's tone was sincere.

But there's nothing that can be done about it, he just crossed over half a year ago.

"But... this is no longer important to you." Winston smiled, "The new Archon has designated you to be her direct killer."

"Tch, I'm just serving tea, delivering water, and fixing light bulbs." Laika said disdainfully, "Whoever wants to do that can do it!"

It’s not that I don’t want to help Lucy, it’s that I don’t want to help as a subordinate!

The subtleties here can only be understood by those who have experienced the same situation.

Winston looked at Laika's innocent disgust and showed a helpless expression.

"I really believe now that you have no ambition at all. Don't you know what a shortcut it is to become a disciple of the Archon?"

"I hate taking shortcuts the most."

Shit...

I just have other shortcuts.

"That's right. You are a mortal, and you have already reached new heights on your own."

Winston looked at his watch, "Okay, I have to report to the council elders on the situation of the mutual aid association. Don't worry, I will not miss any of your contributions."

"Thank you...but...Firefox..."

Winston blinked: "Who is Firefox? I don't know him."

"Then thank you even more!" Laika jumped down from the loom, took out the inquisitor's badge from his arms, and threw it to Winston.

mission completed.

After Winston took the badge, he smiled slightly: "Let's go back to the Continental Hotel together?"

Laika thought for a moment and smiled evilly.

"You go back first, I'll take a stroll and order the workers to move later."

"Row."

Winston patted Laika on the shoulder and left.

Laika immediately closed the door.

Then, according to the loom decoding book left by Sloan, he began to decode the newly woven names of the loom.

Just for fun.

01001100110001 ...

Translated it is…

Horse...chicken...silk...

kindness?

Spicy shredded chicken?

~~~~~~~~~

In a remote unmanned universe, there is a giant interstellar battleship that has been dormant for 7000 years.

Start suddenly!

Power comes back on and the engine roars.

The dormant bins are opened one after another.

In the captain's room, the king of the dark elves has been dormant for 7000 years...

Open your eyes slowly!

his name…

Malekith!

~~~~~

Malekith from "Thor 2"