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Thinking of his advantage, Sloan didn't notice anything unusual in his textile factory at first.

He is still immersed in his world.

It wasn't until he came further inside the textile factory, even to the butcher's territory, and saw no one, that he finally realized what had probably happened.

But, how is it possible?

Sloan could not imagine what kind of accident would happen to his group of assassins with extraordinary skills, let alone so many at once.

But being cautious by nature, he decided to withdraw first.

However, just when he was about to retreat, a cold tube-like object pressed against the back of his head.

Sloan's figure instantly froze on the spot.

"Cross?" Sloan asked, seeming to be sure of this guess. He continued, "I didn't expect your strength to be so unexpected."

"It's not the cross, Sloan." A cold female voice came from behind, "It's me."

"...Firefox? Damn it, don't make jokes like this if you have nothing to do. It can easily scare people. Where have they gone?"

Sloan breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his tense body, and put a smile on his face. He asked and prepared to turn around.

"Don't move." The barrel of the gun hit the back of Sloan's head hard, and Firefox said, "This is not a joke. They are all dead. Now, the only members of the Assassin League here are you and me."

"What? How is this possible?" Sloan was completely stunned. For a moment, he thought that Firefox was still lying to him. This was because he subconsciously found an explanation in his mind.

"It's the cross, right? With all this he did, what did he say to you? Don't believe his words, he must be deceiving you!"

"No, the cross didn't come," said Firefox.

"Did you kill them?" Sloan's heart dropped.

"It wasn't me, but now I hope it was me." Firefox pointed his gun at the gun, "Tell me, why did you do this?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Sloan still felt lucky in his heart. No matter what Firefox knew, he couldn't reveal the secret just because of such a sentence.

"Then let me help you recall it." Firefox's tone became colder. Just as a bad premonition surged in Sloan's heart, he noticed that the muzzle of the gun had left the back of his head.

You will also wait until he reacts, use your skills to counterattack, and then the gun will go off.

Severe pain tore his thigh, causing him to fall to the ground, unable to help but howl in pain.

"You are too old, Sloan. You are too old to fight back even if I give you a chance." Firefox put down the gun and took two steps back. "Tell me, how did you tamper with the list given by the Loom of Destiny?"

, and when did it start? I advise you to tell the truth, otherwise... you know my methods and the efficacy of the tissue repair solution."

"...You, don't believe what others say. All these are lies and a scam!" Sloan covered his wound and said.

"I deciphered your name on the cloth woven by the Destiny Loom. Not long ago, I just saw it being woven." Firefox took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and threw it at Sloan's feet.

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"The loom... is not trustworthy." Sloan said, "It is possible that someone has tampered with its internal structure..."

"Enough!" "Bang!"

Firefox's impatient and angry voice sounded along with the gunshot.

Sloan's choice to make excuses in this direction is definitely a wrong approach, because Firefox cannot tolerate such blasphemy based on his loyalty to the Loom of Destiny.

To Firefox, this is blasphemy.

Don't try to reason with people who have faith. Anything that involves their beliefs, what they believe in, is the truth. If they can still listen to the truth at this time, it only means that the faith is not strong enough.

"I'm not here to listen to your sweet words, Sloan, I just want a process. As for the result, I have already got a definite answer." Firefox said, "This is your only value now. If you have anything to follow,

If you want to use the means, then this is your only chance. If you don't tell me, I will give you no chance."

"...Ha, haha, hahaha..." Sloan was silent for a while, and then he began to laugh, gradually louder and more wildly. Even though the wound was involved and severe pain was felt, it did not affect his laughter.

"Do you think you are noble? Very wise? Follow the orders of a loom, find the 01 base from it, and then translate the corresponding person's name... Yes, everyone seems to be a person who should be killed,

But there are so many people in the world, how many have the same name?”

Sloan asked: "How can you ensure that what you kill is the one you should kill?"

"This is not the reason for you to tamper with the list." Firefox shook his head.

She didn't waver at all because Sloan's words sounded very reasonable. If she was firm enough to kill her fanatical believers without hesitation, and could be shaken so easily, that would be fine.

That's ridiculous.

"You are wrong. This is the reason why I tampered with the list. I don't want to surrender to a soulless loom, and I don't want my life to be dominated by a few randomly combined names, even though my life has been changed by it.

I wasted most of my time, but I still want to enjoy what I should have gained in this last period of time!"

Sloan's face gradually turned pale, but he still kept talking.

He understood that this was his last chance.

"We Assassins of the League of Assassins should have had the supreme status. We have much more powerful marksmanship than those killers on high pedestals, and we also have bloodline abilities that are beyond ordinary people, but what have we done?

Huddled in a textile factory, relying on the name given on a loom to complete tasks mechanically every day, even paying the price of his life, but getting nothing in exchange, not even the most basic wealth.

No."

"So, it's for money." Firefox said.

"Yes, money, in this world, if you have power, you should have money, and if you have strength, you should have money. This is the truth! Instead of following a loom to do that meaningless assassination!"

Sloan was panting. Although he had used means to stop the bleeding from the beginning, it was definitely impossible to stop it completely. The constant blood loss caused his eyes to turn white, what he saw in front of him began to shake, and his head was dizzy.

"And you? Firefox, what are you doing for? Is it really for that ridiculous belief, or is it something else?"

Sloan struggled to say a few words at the end. He knew that this was his last chance. All the previous preparations were not ruined, just for this moment.

"Your name should also be on the list, and you are still standing in front of me alive. I think this is enough to explain something, isn't it?"