Shadow of the Beautiful World

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John Wick, a man born in New York.

The first half of his young life was not smooth. After going through hardships, he chose a path of life that most people would not choose.

He fell into darkness and walked in darkness.

He became a killer, originally just doing it alone, like a lone wolf, taking tasks, getting paid, and then continuing to take tasks and continue to make money, although he himself did not know what it was worth to earn so much money.

Later, after the establishment of the Continental Hotel in the Assassin Alliance, Ms. Talia, the second demon head, made superb wrists to make official friends, and with the help of those "friends", it took a very short time to The killer network on the East Coast is in his own hands.

The young killer John Wick was so confused that he became a member of the Assassin League.

But he didn't care.

John is an easy-going person with a simple life. He lives purely, even with pure thoughts. This rare pureness makes him like a fisherman in the killer business.

After completing several difficult tasks in a row, John quickly became the number one brand in the Continental Hotel in New York.

Uh, this is a bit weird, but he is indeed one of the hottest killers on the East Coast.

The current leader of the Assassin League, Thalia, has developed a new way of working for his assassins. Only when they live in the Continental Hotel will they return to the lives of killers and assassins. Once the mission is completed, these killers will re-start Back to the lives of ordinary people.

However, unless it is necessary for work, the Continental Hotel prohibits killers under their command to kill each other, and those who violate the regulations will be wanted by their peers.

Facts have proved that this is a very good rule, so that the killers can have their own life without worrying about bullets from the dark.

But... the rules are always challenged, and it is night now.

While Wick was enjoying his peaceful life, two uninvited guests broke into his home. However, they did not come to take John's life.

John Wick, who was holding a dagger, quickly selected his own goal between the front and the back. Compared to Myers, Leila seemed to break through more easily.

In the struggle between life and death, women often occupy a disadvantage, they are inferior to men in strength, which is a natural defect.

But at the moment Wick rushed towards Leila in silence, the female assassin in front of him suddenly gave a chuckle, as if mocking Wick for making the wrong choice.

"Uh"

At the moment Wick's dagger pierced Leila, the female assassin's figure disappeared strangely.

Really disappear.

Even the breath dissipated.

This sudden change made Wick's eyes wide, but he didn't let him escape. He rushed out of the room and hurriedly swiftly overturned from the second floor, rushing into the garage without stopping.

A few seconds later, with a low engine sound, a silver-grey classic Mustang sports car rushed out of the villa.

"Call, call"

John Wick tried to adjust his breathing. The two strange guys didn't seem to be chasing him. This made him feel puzzled, and the movement to detonate the bomb buried in the room stopped.

But just a few hundred meters after Wick drove the car, a finger with black fingerless gloves suddenly tapped a few times on his shoulder.

"Are you looking for us? Mr. Wick."

"!!!"

Wick subconsciously depresses the brakes. This very well-maintained Mustang sports car pulled out an arc on the road and stopped violently on the side of the road.

Wick turned back sharply, his dark muzzle pointed behind him, his eyes full of coldness, which was what a killer should have.

But behind him, the two guys in white hoods sat on the back seat of the car with all their attention. They didn't care about aiming at their muzzles, and were still looking at him with a scrutiny.

Hell, when were they...

"Snapped"

Before Wick responded, he hit his wrist with a single blow, and at the moment the pistol flew out, Wick, who responded very quickly, planned the cab short and heavy.

He stood in the dark night, holding a dagger instead, posing a fighting stance, watching the two men standing in front of his eyes like a ghost.

Miles and Leila stood in front of him and did not mean to attack again.

"boom"

But Wick took the initiative to attack.

The younger killer rushed up and punched Miles with a heavy punch, which was easily opened by the latter, but the second punch came one after another. The sharp dagger stabbed the white robe assassin in the dark, but was still easily opened. .

Myers is like a ghost, walking lightly from the punches and punches of Wick's mad tiger, the super sense of the demon hunter, and the revival of the blood power of the legendary Assassin Altaïr, This allows Miles to easily capture the trajectory of Wick's punches.

John Wick is a very threatening combo, like slow motion, without threats.

"We come without malicious intentions, John."

Myers said softly:

"If you know the story of your ancestor Master Connor, then you should know our intentions."

Wick didn't answer.

The young killer does not have the habit of talking in battle, that will only distract him. For a killer, the distraction of attention is fatal.

"boom"

His fist was blocked by Myersger, and in the gloomy light jump, the sharp, cold-sleeved sleeved sword hit Wick's neck.

Wick didn't even see when the weird guy was in front of him.

His attack stopped, and he didn't feel Myers' intention to kill.

"The Brotherhood needs your strength, my brother."

Myers put away his sleeve sword, and he took a step back, standing in front of Wick's eyes like a ghost in the night, he said:

"You may not understand it, but it doesn't matter. Come with us and we will show you your future path."

"I do not need!"

Wick reached out and touched the wound on his face. He said in a low voice:

"I have found my life."

"That's not life."

Behind him, Leila said softly:

"Living in an order that may be destroyed at any time, turning a blind eye to the threats hidden in the darkness, and allowing false peace to wrap around your neck, one day, what you think is harmless will choke you from behind neck..."

"You don’t know the significance of your existence for this world, this world is waiting for you to lend a helping hand to it, you can choose to turn a blind eye, but you can also take up arms like your ancestors for freedom and protection war."

Leila put away her broken spear, and she stretched out her hand. Wick tried to avoid it, but the hand fell precisely on his shoulder.

"A dark road of glory is waiting for you, John Wick."

"I thought the story of the Assassin's League was bizarre enough, but I didn't expect that there are really crazy people like you who have been addicted to this world."

The young killer whispered:

"You should probably be in a mental hospital."

"Come on, Leila."

Miles looked at John Wick. He stopped Leila's continued persuasion. He said to Wick in front of him:

"You are still blindfolded, you still can't understand... but it doesn't matter, Wick, our arrival is just a kind reminder, we are only revealing the truth of the world for you, and what you have to face next is The real challenge."

Myers put away his sleeved sword, and he jumped lightly like a monkey to a branch on the roadside. He turned back to John Wick, who looked at him:

"Stay alive, my brother."

"Maybe the next time we meet, you will make the right choice."

Under Wick's watch, Myers disappeared into the jungle quickly. Behind him, Leila placed a box on Wick's hood. She said to Wick:

"Go and experience the story of your ancestor, Wick."

"Maybe seeing is believing will let you see the truth hidden under the world, but don't drag it too long, Abstergo has noticed you, and the knowledge left in your blood is what they must get."

"Beware of the dagger from the dark, my strange brother, we will see you next time."

"Uh"

In Wick's gaze, Leila's figure was the same as before, disappearing strangely in the darkness, as if she had never existed.

This weird scene made Wick not to put down his vigilance immediately. He retrieved his pistol and tried to feel the surroundings as much as possible. After a few minutes, he confirmed that the two nonsense lunatics had really left before Wick relaxed.

Even for the killer, the experience tonight is bizarre enough.

Wick could feel that each of the two guys in white hoods had the ability to kill him easily, but their dress did remind Wick of something.

When he was a child, when his parents had not died, his mother, who had a part of Indian descent, would always tell him stories about his ancestors.

Those memories have almost disappeared in time, but Wick vaguely remembers that in his mother's mouth, his ancestor was indeed a hero who always covered his face with a hood.

Wick always thought it was just a nonsense legend, but now it seems that it is not.

He looked back at what Leila had left. He sat in the car and opened the box. There is a black device inside, like an enlarged tactical eyepiece, and a black strap that can be fixed on the head,

Wick touched his chest, his heart beating, more intensely than before, as if calling him to explore the secrets hidden in time.

"I might be crazy."

Ten minutes later, Wick returned home to tidy up the messy bedroom.

The young killer with hair and cold face lay on the bed. He looked at the black instrument in his hand. After several breaths, he put the instrument on his head.

"If that's true... then let me see."

He whispered that at the next moment, a white ray of light was blooming in front of his eyes. Between the chaos of consciousness, he trancely heard the sound of guns. When he opened his eyes again, the battlefield of the Civil War was in him. Unfolding in front of his eyes, relying on the connection in the bloodline that will not be cut by time, he returned to the past and returned to the body of the ancestor.

A strange and mysterious world appeared in front of him.

A soldier in a red military uniform saw him. The guy howled and raised a gun with a bayonet toward him, and Wick subconsciously held the weapon in his waist.

He looked down, it was a tomahawk with a pretty Indian style...

And on his body, he also put on the same white hood and white robe as the previous two neuroses.

A voice echoed in his mind, as if his ancestors were talking to him.

He heard faintly, the voice said...

"let's go!"

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"Recruitment failed?"

At Merlin's house, at this midnight moment, Merlin sat on the sofa looking at the magic book in his hand. In front of him, Miles and Leila were standing there in shame.

"Yes, master."

Leila said with regret:

"John Wick doesn't believe us."

"This is normal."

Merlin turned the pages of the book as usual, he said:

"Anyone with a normal mind, when they hear about the war between the Brotherhood and the Templars, will think this is just a nonsense."

"In their view, those wars that have lasted for thousands of years will only exist in mythology."

He raised his head and temporarily turned his attention away from the complicated and tedious knowledge of magic. He looked at his apprentice and said:

"I told you before that in this new era, the Brotherhood can no longer rely solely on past traditions to fulfill its mission, just like recruiting new people, nor can it be as brutal as in the past..."

"Modern people are very smart, or think they are very smart. They receive information more than 100 times faster than people in the past. Because of this, each of them feels that they are very knowledgeable and disdain to repay the legends of the past. respect."

"You have to use smarter ways to find your siblings hidden in the crowd."

Myers and Leila glanced at each other, and the young man asked in a low voice:

"Then what should we do? Master."

"It's very simple, don't try to find it yourself, let those assassins' sons come to you actively."

Merlin held out his hand, a Animus virtual machine with a more concise appearance and a more up-to-date design.

"A friend of mine is very interested in the time virtual machine you use. At my request, he redesigned the Animus function so that ordinary people can also access this system. Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people It’s just a virtual game, but those real assassins will activate the bloodline heritage in the Animus...they will have a'bleeding' effect."

Merlin looked at Miles and Leila, he said:

"I have registered a game company for you. This is your task for the next few years. Run this company well and push this'game' to the whole world."

"Learn from our enemies, use the power of ordinary people, find out your ignorant siblings, and then put them into the Brotherhood system before Abstergo finds them."

"This..."

Leila looked at the Animus virtual instrument in Merlin's hand in surprise. She said:

"This may be a good way, but Master, this is too high-profile. This does not conform to the rules of the Brotherhood. We follow the old admonishment and should be hidden in the crowd..."

"High profile?"

Merlin shook his head:

"No, Leila, this is not a high-profile, look at the world around you."

"Various supernatural events are happening every day, mutants, aliens, aliens, aliens, and those monsters made by humans... This world has never really been calm, ordinary people have always lived In an isolated society."

"Compared with those obvious troubles, the Brotherhood’s struggle against the Templars for thousands of years is nothing more than a link under the world, ordinary, not even worth mentioning. Your actions will not be reported more If you pay more attention, I will help you to hide those bad intentions."

Merlin stopped, he said to the two apprentices in front of him:

"Of course, all this will have to wait for you to get out of Abstergo's hunt. After you get out of the assassin's asylum, you will usher in your first battle, I will not intervene in it, you have to rely on your wisdom and strength , Kill a **** road surrounded by group enemies!"

"If you survive the **** battle, then the reconstruction of the Brotherhood will really start."

"If you die in the battlefield of the night, it can only prove that you cannot take on such a heavy task, then it proves that maybe the Brotherhood is destined to die."

Merlin stood up and looked at Miles and Leila in front of him. He said:

"I am curious..."

"You guys, are you ready?"

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