Part-time as God of the Heavens

"That depends on what your definition of waste is."

Zhou Yi said: "Do you know sea spiders? That's the real waste, and you... Hehe, you are still very useful, but you don't know it yourself."

"What do you mean?" Wesley wondered.

"Have you ever felt that your heart beats faster, you can't concentrate, and your blood flow increases..."

Zhou Yi's words were like a hammer, hitting Wesley's heart.

"That's what you have, that's your value, you're the son of an assassin, so you have the blood of an assassin."

"That's not what you think of as an anxiety disorder, but an innate talent, a talent that only the top assassins...and another kind of person have."

"And, in addition to this, I have to use you, so you are equally valuable to me, because you can attract Carlos, your father, the cross, the most powerful assassin in the Assassin League, Master Assassin!"

"Although you didn't notice it, through this period of observation, I found that he was by your side, watching you all the time, secretly watching you, but he didn't dare to meet you."

Zhou Yi clicked his tongue twice: "What a ridiculous man..."

"...you're lying!" Wesley retorted. "How could he possibly be willing to let me live like this if he's been around? I'd rather live in a world of killing and death than in this kind of life. The rest of my life was wasted!"

Not far outside the house, Carlos, who was listening quietly, smiled wryly and shook his head.

He has his own difficulties, but he also understands that, to some extent, he did decide his life for Wesley, and as a father, it was his fault.

Of course, one of the reasons why he didn't expect Wesley to be able to cook like this...

"Who knows? Maybe he thinks that world is too cruel, so he doesn't want you to touch it?"

Zhou Yi shrugged, stood up, and put the gun on Wesley's forehead: "Why don't... let's ask him in person?"

"what?"

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his temples, but Wesley felt his heart swell.

In just a few minutes, the amount of information he was exposed to was simply too huge.

My father is actually a killer who has been observing me secretly. It turns out that he is not a waste. It turns out that his father left him when he was a child and did not meet him because he wanted to protect himself...

Although he has not met Carlos, nor has he personally got the answer from Carlos, Wesley has basically believed most of it.

With the heat in his heart, Wesley turned on the assassin bloodline again and entered the state of "blood test results come out, no blood in adrenaline".

He vaguely heard, not far away, the sound of footsteps, gradually, approached, amplified, and reached the door, and then the iron door was kicked open!

"Careful! Don't come in!" Wesley roared as hard as he could.

However, Zhou Yi's gun was fired one step ahead of his roar!

Wesley saw the bullet, heading towards the door at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Wesley didn't have time to wonder why he could see the bullets flying through the air at such a speed.

His heart was already in his throat, for the person he had never seen, who was most likely his father.

In the slowed down vision, Wesley saw that two firelights lit up at the door one after another. Then, a bullet went towards the bullet fired by Zhou Yi. The two bullets collided precisely in the air, completely deviating from the original trajectory. !

And the one that came later, in Wesley's perspective, flew towards him slowly, and then rubbed his scalp and flew over!

In fact, this scene only experienced tenths of a second, but Wesley was able to watch this scene so slowly and carefully.

That's the adrenaline fighter...the power of the assassin bloodline!

When Wesley recovered, he realized that it was all over.

Some blood flowed to Wesley's feet, but Wesley didn't care at all right now. He was gasping for breath and focused, staring in the direction of the door, which was still shrouded in darkness.

At the door, Carlos hesitated for a while, but took a step and walked in.

Wesley saw an uncle with unshaven beard and ordinary appearance who would disappear in the next second when he was placed in the crowd.

The two looked at each other, silent for a long time.

"so……"

After a long time, Wesley's voice was shaky, almost inaudible: "You're my... father?"

"...Yes." Carlos's voice was already hoarse.

"You... have been looking at me all these years?"

"……Yes."

"To protect me?"

"……Yes."

"You know... how much I long to escape from this life, even death?"

"..." Carlos was silent for a long time, then stepped forward and released Wesley, "Yes."

"So, I'll take you away."

"Take you down the road I didn't want you to take."

"Perhaps, he was right."

"I should give you the power to choose, not make decisions for you."

"Let's go."

Carlos half picked up Wesley, who was completely weakened because he had opened the assassin bloodline three or four times in a starvation state, and took him to the outside.

"The rest of your life, I can assure you, is more exciting than you can imagine."

"What about...the...body?" Wesley asked.

"...Someone will deal with it." Carlos twitched the corners of his mouth, turned around, and saw that the "corpse" that had been lying on the ground had raised his head and stretched out a bloody hand. He gave him an international gesture—the middle finger.

Carlos pressed Wesley's head back, who was struggling and wanted to turn his head to look, and dragged him half-carried, and took him away: "Let's go, you will have a chance to see the body in the future, now, we are running out of time!"

...

After Carlos left with Wesley, Zhou Yi stood up and stretched.

That's the plan he made for Carlos.

Zhou Yi disguised as an enemy, tied Wesley, let Carlos stage a heroic rescue, successfully "killed" Zhou Yi, and then successfully rescued Wesley.

This is like a person using normal means to flirt with a girl, and a hero to flirt with a girl after saving the beauty. In these two different situations, the difficulty is not the same level at all.

Of course, the premise of a hero saving beauty is that the hero must be handsome, otherwise there will be two results: "little women can't repay but can only promise each other" and "little women can't repay and can only be bulls and horses in the next life".

And the hero saves the child... Naturally, there is no such difference. Judging from the current situation, their plan has been implemented very successfully.

Of course, the bullet that Carlos had shot before was intercepted by Zhou Yi, and the blood that came out was naturally released by him from the storage space.

So far, the play has been very successful.

As for how it will develop...

"Your dad has already joined the group, and you still owe me such a big favor. Can you still run away?"

Zhou Yi hummed a little tune, and began to pack up, preparing to rush to the next performance theater.

ps: Pain of myopia←

Me: "I am in the coding room today, and all the big guys, such as Pei Tugou, Feng Chaohuang, etc., were all killed by me with an absolute numerical advantage!"

Edit: "Their 100 words beat your 100,000 words."

Me: "嘤夘~~~Σ(°△°|||)︴"