I’m just a Superman Chapter 8: : The direction of destiny

　　 In order to survive from Li Wei, X felt that he had lost the image of the cold-faced assassin he had built for the first half of his life: "If you don't want to go to New York, there is another way to make it yourself."

　　 "Make it yourself?" Li Wei had a ‘you are teasing me’ expression, but before he could speak, X had already explained it in advance.

　　"The lethality of a bullet is nothing more than the material of the warhead and the filling of gunpowder. As long as the material and the filling of gunpowder are changed, the lethality of the bullet can be weakened."

　　"We can first disassemble the bullet, change the warhead, reduce the amount of gunpowder, and then use a press to re-press it into shape, so that it can be used."

　　"The only drawback is that it takes time, because the number of bullets used in training may be a lot."

　　"Time? The last thing I lack is time!" Li Wei's voice is firm: "It's decided, just use this method. I'll supervise you by the side."

　　 "No...no problem."

　　 A top-level assassin himself has become a bullet processing worker. X is naturally unwilling, but at this time, he can only grit his teeth and agree.

　　 Before he thought about how to do it, he heard Li Wei's voice again: "By the way, don't think about making small moves. I will review the experiment for the bullets you made."

　　 "If you fail, you know the consequences."

　　 "I understand."

　　 So, with an order, X began to modify the bullet under Li Wei's supervision.

　　 Li Wei doesn’t know the parameters of the bullet, but it’s okay. He only needs to determine the power of the bullet, and X will automatically calculate the amount of gunpowder that needs to be encapsulated.

　　Wait until the result of the test firing of the bullet satisfies Li Wei, then Li Wei only needs to keep an eye on the type and quality of the gunpowder. A precision balance is enough to allow him to grasp the overall situation.

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　　 The 17th Textile Mill in Brooklyn, New York.

　　 This castle-shaped textile factory, which looks like a building from the last century, is the headquarters of the Brotherhood to which X belongs.

　　 Randomly find a worker in the entire textile factory who is an assassin who can go out to perform the assassination mission.

　　 It is precisely because of having such a powerful assassin power that the Brotherhood can say that it can maintain the order of this world.

　　 Because of the unique arc shooting of the Brotherhood, every assassin can kill the target from an unexpected angle. The dead angle is a non-existent term in the eyes of the Brotherhood.

　　 No matter where the target is, as long as the Brotherhood wants to, he can always complete the assassination. There is little hope of catching the assassin from the ballistic analysis.

　　 It is precisely because of this that, despite the continuous expansion of Continental Hotels around the world, the Brotherhood can still operate independently.

　　 But now, things are a little different.

　　 The defection of the top assassin Kross casts a cloud over this powerful organization. Except for X, who is also a top assassin, no one has full certainty to kill Kross in the front.

　　 And now, X is also missing.

In the office of 　　 textile factory, Sloan, the current controller of the Brotherhood, looked at the information in front of him, with a calm expression: "There was a shooting in the Chicago Central Building. All four bullets were killed in one shot from the eyebrows, and the gun was ejected from X. ."

　　 "Did Kloss not take action?" Fox, code-named ‘Fox’, sat on a chair and looked at the information in his hand, a little strange: "It seems that there is no trace of Kloss’s appearance."

　　 "Cross did not appear." Sloan said lightly.

　　"In addition to these four bullets, at a distance of tens to hundreds of meters away, our people also found more than a dozen bullets, all of which were shot by X's guns, and he fought against others."

　　"Five days have passed since the Chicago shooting. Not only did Kloss stop the action, X also did not contact us."

　　 "Now, we have to prepare for the worst. Cross has found a helper. They have captured X alive and may be preparing for a new premeditated plot."

　　 "So what are we going to do now?"

　　 Sloan opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Fox: "I will continue to track the matter of X. Now, you have a new task."

　　Fawkes glanced at the paper and frowned slightly: "Levy Dale? An Asian tramp?"

　　"Perhaps an evil element disguised as a tramp, these Asians always have a unique advantage in disguising and covering up."

　　 "But looking at his appearance, he doesn't look like an Asian at all?" Fox looked at the photo of Levi above, with rare doubts in his eyes.

　　 "That's why I said that he has a unique advantage in disguise and cover-up, even you were deceived by him, right?"

　　 Sloan took it easy: "This is a revelation from fate, Fox. Kill him, this is your task."

　　 "I understand." Fox collected the assignment book: "Chicago, it's more than a thousand kilometers away. I think I should set off now."

　　 "I'm ready for you." Sloan turned a ring on his hand, reached out and picked up a file bag beside him: "Tickets, keys, hotels, everything is ready."

　　 "This really saves a lot of time." Fox smiled slightly, and turned around to leave with a file bag behind him.

　　"Fox..."

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　"Do you remember the purpose and beliefs of the organization?"

　　 "I never forget."

　　"Very good." Sloan nodded: "In order to accomplish the goal, all sacrifices are meaningful. To put it in a sentence, everything is virtual and everything is allowed." (distorted meaning)

　　 Fox paused for a while, then pushed the door to leave: "I see."

　　 Watching Fox’s back disappear behind the closing wooden door, the calmness on Sloan’s face was replaced by a ray of anxiety, and he opened the drawer again and took out a stack of task books with cloth attached to it.

　　 Looking through the past in detail, the binary code displayed by each piece of cloth intertwined with intricate silk threads finally points to a name-Levi Dyler~IndoMTL.com~ Seeing the densely packed front, almost the entire table is laid Full of paper, Sloan was silent for a long time: "The great change of a thousand years, what exactly is this revealing for me..."

In the Brotherhood of 　　, the loom that represents the direction of destiny is the pillar of faith, using binary codes to point out the assassins one after another dangerous people threatening the world order.

　　 But throughout the thousand years since the founding of the Brotherhood, Sloan has never found a description of this phenomenon in any record.

　　 For the first time in a thousand years, the loom pointed out a person’s name so frequently and hurriedly as if it had been activated by an alarm device, as if this person would have far more influence on order than anyone in the world.

　　 Sloan could not analyze the detailed information about Levy from the existing intelligence, but he knew one thing-X's disappearance was related to Levy.

　　 He didn't explain this to Fox, but Fox, known as a fox, was enough to understand this from Sloan's account.

　　X and Kross are the top assassins in the Brotherhood, and below them are some people, including foxes and pigslayers. Among them, the only female assassin is the fox.

　　The confrontation with Kross made Sloan understand that in the face of a single player with the highest combat power, by gathering manpower to surround it, more people may be killed.

　　 Therefore, when Levy who was able to catch X alive when he knew the enemy he might face, Sloan gave up his plan to attack in the first place.

　　 In this case, it is the best choice to let Fox, the only female among the senior assassins, go on the mission.

　　For male targets, female assassins with graceful appearance and superior appearance will not make the target arouse too much alertness and hostility.