The fire began to grow bigger and bigger, and the smoke was sucked into Bernie Raposen's lungs.
"Cough, cough, cough." A series of violent coughs sounded.
He inhaled as he coughed, but all he inhaled was thick smoke. Then, the coughing intensified, and after a few coughs, he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.
The temperature in the car kept rising, and it felt like it was going to burn into the driver's seat. Knowing that he really couldn't survive, Bernie Raposen endured the heat and the difficulty of breathing.
He fumbled in his jacket pocket with his right hand that could still move. Since he couldn't survive, he had to send his experience back to the nest and let Sloan know that there was a traitor in the Assassin Brotherhood.
Because from Bernie Raposen's personal experience, William in Devonshire had long known that the Brotherhood was trying to assassinate him.
William, who had already returned home, sat on the sofa and looked at the image sent back by the spider robot. William wouldn't show any mercy to the people who wanted to assassinate his mother.
"Sir, do you want to stop the message from being sent, or do you want to intercept the message directly?"
Hearing that the message could be intercepted on Sunday, William was no longer in a hurry. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's the content of the message?"
"The content has been intercepted. The general meaning is to remind Sloan that there is a traitor in the Assassin Brotherhood. At the same time, it tells him that you already knew that the Brotherhood was trying to assassinate you."
"Ha, this guy is loyal. He's still thinking about the Brotherhood even when he's about to die. Unfortunately, he doesn't know that the biggest traitor in the Brotherhood is Sloan." He sighed. "Send him to God."
"Understood, sir."
After enduring the pain and sending the message to Sloan, the pharmacist's eyes started to become dazed. His thoughts drifted to an unknown place, and a smile slowly appeared on his face. However, before he hung up, he felt something move on the back of his hand.
When his thoughts returned to reality, he saw a spider crawling on the back of his hand.
But the strange thing was that not only was this spider not afraid of fire, but it was also shining with a metallic light.
Damn it, this isn't a real spider.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, a burst of electric current flashed across the back of his hand. He couldn't help but loosen his grip on the phone and it fell into the gap between the seats.
Then, with a loud boom, the car was immediately blown up into the sky and hit the ceiling of the convenience store. With a bang, it fell back to the ground and began to burn violently.
.....
After dealing with the Brotherhood hitmen who had courted death, William started to complain that Cross was taking too long to deal with the hitmen alone, and that Sloan was still looking for trouble with him and his mother.
He thought for a while and called Bob Lee Swagger who was still in America.
He told him to snipe the average members of the Brotherhood from a distance. The more powerful ones would be left to Carlos of the Cross.
At the same time, he called the White Spirit over to prevent any accidents, while the Black Spirit went to Oxford Castle to protect his mother with Antonov's team of four.
As for Ambrosio and Abigail's safety, it was even simpler. William directly booked a boat and took a dozen or so beauties introduced by the Yacht Society to have a wild party in the waters of New York.
In an instant, the news media all over the world reported on this matter. Many people guessed that William and Ambrosio's relationship had problems. Otherwise, why would William, who had never had any scandals in the past, change his style and start to live the life of a playboy?
The only thing that the media and the public found a pity was that they couldn't capture the scene on the boat.
As for whether William's action of taking a dozen or so beauties out to the sea was really as he thought in his heart, that he was protecting two of his women.
Only William himself knew if he was using this matter to appease his restless heart. Anyway, he was in a very good mood after returning from the sea three days later.
He was in a good mood because, firstly, William could finally live the life he had always wanted to try these three days. Secondly, in these three days, seven or eight members of the Assassin Brotherhood were killed by Swagger and Carlos.
For a moment, everyone in the Assassin Brotherhood was on tenterhooks. In just ten days, they had lost more than ten people.
As a result, the Assassin Brotherhood, which didn't have many people to begin with, had no choice but to retreat to their nest except for the mission of the Loom of Fate.
At this moment, Sloan really wasn't in the mood to care about William and his mother.
Anyone who returned to their nest was recorded by Sunday.
Two days later, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a suit returned to the textile factory. Only then did Sloan relax a little.
The person who returned was codenamed X. As for his real name, nobody knew.
When Mr. X returned to the textile factory, he walked to Sloan's office. Without even knocking, he pushed the door open and asked, "Don't you plan to rope Carlos in like you did to me?"
When Sloan, who rarely smiled, heard this, his head hurt. If it were that easy, would he have to be so flustered now?
He had probed and hinted several times, but Carlos didn't say anything. Instead, he secretly started to investigate.
"It's useless, X. Before your name and mine appeared on the Loom of Fate, did you think that one day, we would betray our beliefs?"
"Then get rid of Cross." X's face was gloomy. He understood that Carlos' name didn't appear on the Loom of Fate like theirs, so there was no possibility of them working together.
People with different destinies wouldn't walk the same path, so X said viciously, "I told you that Carlos has a son. Have you found him?"
"I'm looking for him. I've already locked onto a few, but I hope you can check this first." After saying that, Sloan took out a bullet with spiral patterns from the drawer of his desk.
"This is the bullet I took out from Steve's body yesterday. The gunsmith told me that there aren't any markings on this bullet, and to do this, it can only be a handmade bullet."
"I suspect that Cross is colluding with someone to attack us, so I hope to find out who provided the ammunition for Cross from this bullet, and then find other clues."
"Let the others do this. I just want to find Cross." X frowned and refused.
Sloan sighed helplessly. "You know about Cross, so other than you, I don't know who else can escape from Cross alone. Also."
Sloan hesitated for a moment.
"Also what?" X asked unhappily.
"Maybe what I'm going to say next will make you unhappy, but if I offend you, I apologize first." Sloan spread out his hands. "I hope you can lure Cross out. Otherwise, we can only wait for him to kill everyone except you one by one."
After knowing Cross for so many years, the two of them had the same superpower. Their hearts could beat 400 times per minute, and their adrenal cortex would automatically secrete a large amount of adrenaline into their blood.
This allowed the two of them to have extraordinary vision and reaction speed.
Therefore, X knew very well that if he were to assassinate the Assassin Brotherhood, no assassin would be able to dodge his bullets in a one-on-one fight.
"Alright."
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