Part-time as God of the Heavens

"What is a flash of lightning?"

[Elder]'s tone was rarely fluctuating.

Even he, after hearing the report from his servants, felt a little weird.

Five hundred people, all professionally trained, have the quality of special forces and the world's top equipment.

And just last night, these five hundred people were all wiped out by a "lightning", like chopping melons and vegetables.

It is difficult for the elders to accept.

What he couldn't accept was not the loss of personnel. After learning from Sloan's mouth that some of the assassins had been turned into Templars, he already knew that the result of this operation was destined to fail.

But it's just a matter of trying to find out.

But now, the number 500 people, who originally intended to find the bottom, didn't even find the bottom at all, and were solved by some "lightning"?

"What is that ball of lightning?" The elder asked with an ugly face to Sloan, who was picked up by his men all the way, "The Assassin Brotherhood?"

"Of course not, if there were, I wouldn't be here."

"Also, it's not that you don't know about the supernatural powers that the Assassin Brotherhood possesses that cannot be explained by science."

Sloan looked at the elder, "The Loom of Fate, Arc Shooting, and Repair Fluid, and Carlos's unique stunt, ultra-long-distance sniping... The rest are gone."

It seems that Sloan is quite self-aware of the impact of what the assassins do on physics.

"And, really speaking about this lightning bolt...you don't really have no guesses, do you?" Sloan asked again.

"...Heh," the elder looked at Sloan for a while, waved his hand, and motioned his subordinates to fetch a simple bronze box and put it in front of the two of them, "I can think of the closest thing..."

Saying that, the elder opened the box and took out two pieces of parchment.

"This is it."

The drawing on the parchment is faded and blurred, but it can still be seen

On the parchment, a hooded assassin, holding a long electric discharge sword, confronted a man in heavy armor holding a spherical object!

"This is..." Sloan was a little stunned for a while.

He also has some ancient books there, but he has never seen this scene.

"This is the Assassin, this is the Templar," the elder said, reaching into the compartment under the box and opening it, "and what they hold in their hands—"

"One, I guess, is the source of that lightning bolt, and the other is what's in my hands."

"The Apple of Eden."

A metal ball slightly larger than the palm of the hand was taken out by the elder and placed in his hand.

"However, I can't use it," the elder looked at the Apple of Eden in his hand. "I always thought it was just an antique, but now... maybe, this thing has other uses?"

"Who knows?" Sloan squinted slightly, pretending to be indifferent, "Maybe."

"Haha..." The elder laughed again, "Sloan Kenway, do you know that this sentence is too much?"

"I don't understand what you said." Sloan said calmly for a moment.

"Tell me how to use this thing." The elder turned the golden apple in his hand without raising his head.

"..." Sloan was silent for a while, "I don't know exactly what you're talking about."

"I know what you're thinking, your power has collapsed, and I haven't suffered any damage, so you plan to make me suffer such a loss?" The elder asked the attendant on the side to bring a tray.

On the tray, there is a pile of scattered metal parts.

"I'm well aware of the threat of the Knights Templar, especially after that weird flash of lightning."

The elder picked up the two parts and began to assemble them.

"The five hundred people were killed, I don't care, what I care about is the ease of the other party, and the forces behind the other party that are hidden and not exposed."

"If it is said that they are really only the few people who were investigated by Hawkeye to form the Knights Templar, I don't believe it."

A few parts are assembled together.

"What's more, I don't know how the high table table is in the hearts of those people now. As long as someone takes the lead, and I can't suppress it immediately, if the other party is smarter, it is normal for our forces to switch to the other party. Like Hawkeye and Mole in New York City..."

"Although I'm not unsure, since the other party has the power described in the ancient legends, if I don't have it, isn't it a little bad?"

The final parts are assembled.

The elder picked up the successfully assembled metal utensil and put it on his right hand. When he stretched out his palm, Sloan realized that the elder's ring finger was incomplete.

Buckle it down, the machine spring rang, and a sharp blade pierced out!

Hidden sword!

"Although times have changed, as a Master Assassin, you are entitled to die under the Hidden Blade, Sloan Kenway," the elder stood up and walked in front of Sloan, "I'll ask this one last time."

"Do you know how to use the Apple of Eden?"

...

"Are you ready?" Zhou Yi asked.

"A little nervous..." Ai Rui shrugged, "Although I am the president of a multinational pharmaceutical company, I have never had to speak in front of the public in all fifty states of the United States, and it is estimated that I will be arrested in the next second. to spread to the world.”

"Your eloquence is very good," Zhou Yi said. "Don't worry, you just need to speak according to real experience."

Ari: "..."

Regarding the real experience of this matter, can we not say so confidently!

It's a completely different meaning if you change the rhetoric, okay?

but……

Ai Rui thought about it, anyway, he seems to have said it in that way several times before, so it is not unacceptable to continue to say this this time.

That is, compared to the situation where only two or three people heard it before... This time, there are too many people who will hear it.

At this time, the two were in a live broadcast room, and some government personnel were debugging the machine.

Wait a minute, this news broadcast will occupy all TV stations in the United States!

...

Streets near the Continental Hotel in New York.

"I heard that last night..."

"Yeah, I didn't expect the Continental Hotel to break away from the high table..."

"Who knew that the high table table would one day be in a fight..."

"It's cool..."

"Shh, don't want to live anymore?"

"What's the panic, now this is the site of the Continental Hotel, not a high table."

Pedestrians on the road hurried past, and their conversations with each other were almost all such information.

On the ground they stepped on, some dark red bloodstains seemed to be visible.

However, they were not afraid. On the contrary, they were a little excited when they walked on such a ground.

Because, this is the blood of the men of the high table!

The Continental Hotel in New York reversed, and the high table sent a clearing staff, but it failed!

And it was a fiasco!

People who are happy about this, except for some who are purely gloating, the rest are all the joy that has been released from the backlog of emotions for a long time.

Resentment, anger, unwillingness...the list goes on.

Sorry, sorry for the late update!