New Staff of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Carlos Gibson looked at Wesley with a deep guilt on his face, "I'm sorry, I just don't want you to follow my old path, and it's also for your safety."

"Parents always like to demarcate the path of their children, and so do you, so I won't say anything more, but I still embark on this path, so I decided to go on well, I don't want to be ordinary, because I It's not ordinary in itself." Wesley wouldn't blame Carlos, because he was a transmigrator, and his son's body was taken by himself, so he wouldn't complain any more.

"Come in, I'll show you, and you can live here in the future." Carlos said incoherently, Wesley just smiled slightly and walked in with his suitcase. He didn't start visiting the house immediately, Instead, he came to the window, where there was a telescope, and he could clearly see his original rental house.

Sitting down and observing with the binoculars, the fox had stolen a car and was waiting for her in front of the door, her face full of anxiety, she had been waiting for a few minutes, but Wesley had not appeared yet.

"Do you like foxes?" Carlos came over and saw Wesley was watching the fox.

"No, it's just that we get along a little bit more, and we can't talk about liking, and she and I are two different people, we won't be together, and she may not be able to live, she is the real assassin of destiny, after knowing the truth She may end her own life." Wesley looked at the anxious fox, and then replied that he really didn't want to be with the fox, the two had completely different ideas, and as a transmigrator, his thoughts were still confused .

At this time, a few more cars approached, and the mechanic and others walked down, "Wesley is gone. We lost him when he went to park just now."

"How could this be? Did the 'Cross' find him?" Fox asked hurriedly.

"I don't know, there was no gunfire nearby, so they didn't exchange fire. It's a bit complicated. Let's separate and look for it." The gunsmith said, and then everyone got into the car and began to spread out to find Wesley.

"Look, they're starting to get anxious, it's a good sign, we have enough time to make a plan." Wesley stood up, then pulled out the Beretta 92 from behind and put it aside, "Whose gun is this? "

"X's, his code name is X, and he is as good an assassin as me, but he and Sloan have changed, so my first target is him." Carlos picked up the pistol and looked at it, "This is a good gun."

"Well, it was indeed a good gun, so I kept it." Wesley opened the suitcase, emptied the magazines and bullets, and then began to press bullets into the magazines.

"You can wait and do this, we can prepare the room first." Carlos was completely absent. The first time he was alone with his son was more than 20 years ago, when the child was born.

"I am now a severely trained assassin. I like to be ready to fight at any time. They have lost my trace now, and they may not be able to find it here." Wesley put a pressed magazine in the pistol. Next to him, he picked up an empty one and continued his movements. He would look carefully at each bullet before pressing it into the magazine.

"Okay, then I'll tidy up your room first." Carlos felt the atmosphere was awkward, so he could only tidy up the room first. Wesley looked at his back and smiled. This is an introverted person. Like Wesley in the past, he is worthy of being a father and son.

After finishing all the empty magazines, he pulled the suitcase and walked to his room, making a good judgment on the direction. This two-story single-story building is very empty, with a kitchen and bathroom, and other rooms are basically unfurnished.

"Sorry, there's not even a bed here." The room that Carlos tidyed up had few pieces of furniture, and Wesley smiled, "Now we're preparing to work hard, not to live together, so we don't need to prepare anything, bring I'll just take a look around." Wesley put his suitcase in the room and stood at the door waiting for Carlos.

"Okay, come with me." Carlos took Wesley for a brief look. There is no first floor here. When Wesley came up, he took the stairs to the second floor directly from the outside. Carlos's room only had A sofa and cabinets with Wesley's childhood photos. The kitchen seems to have not been fired for a long time, only the bathroom is relatively intact.

"Have you been living here? Why don't you give yourself a good environment?" Wesley asked.

"It's not necessary, our life is not stable, it's just... I need this place when I think of you. In addition, it's a secret stronghold of mine. No one in the Assassin Brotherhood knows this place." Carlos said, rubbing his hands together.

"I'm your son, you don't need to be nervous, or you can treat me as a friend." Wesley couldn't bear to see Carlos so nervous, this person is too introverted, and he is in a very bad state now Well, if someone knocks on the door right now, he's going to be very dangerous.

"Nice note, we can make friends first." Carlos finally relaxed a little, "I'll show you my studio, where you will like it, maybe you will like it." Carlos walked to the closet and opened the door. The cabinet door, the back panel of the cabinet is still a door, which leads to the attic after being opened.

When I walked in, the first impression was that it was messy, yes, it was messy. Guys from the Brotherhood of Assassins were like that. They liked old things. A pair of muskets were placed in a wooden box, but they were remodeled and shot in the movie. Before it was made, Wesley didn't know what they were there for, it was completely redundant, and he didn't like this look at all.

There are a lot of rifles on the wall, the old musket shape, the super long barrel, which is used by Carlos for long-range sniping. Some have been dismantled.

"Is the insecticide yours?" Wesley asked.

"No, but his idea is very good, but no one appreciates it." Carlos said.

"Nice idea, I think so, we can use this to attack Textile Mill Seventeen, what do you think?" Wesley said.

"Yes, but my plan is to first clean up the people outside, and finally attack when they are concentrated." Carlos' plan was the opposite of Wesley's.

"Are you right to believe in the Loom of Fate?"

"Yes, the Assassin Brotherhood was established more than a thousand years ago and has been handed down to this day. There is no need to doubt it."

"Then you want to continue?" Wesley asked, looking at Carlos.

"Maybe it's time to end..." Carlos fell silent, the Brotherhood had deteriorated, and he wanted to bury these with his own hands, and would not appear in the future.