The Father of Superheroes

League of Assassins, in a room that only Sloan can enter.

Mike stood quietly, looking at the loom in front of him that was pulling silk threads and kept running, with curiosity in his eyes.

The Loom of Fate.

He walked to the front, looked at the cloth spun from strands of yarn, and scrutinized it.

Crossing the vertical and horizontal lines is really like a person's destiny.

On the way to the textile yard, after deliberation, Fox and Wesley went to Sloan to determine the fate of the wanted order, and Cross was taken to this room by Mike.

Looking at Mike's back, Cross's heart was very complicated.

Surprise, admiration and fear, as well as a trace of resentment.

He just watched Mike take out two cards, and then they got stealth ability, and then swaggered through the textile factory full of assassins, and came to the loom of destiny.

There is usually no one in this room, and only Sloan can come. After translating the cipher text, he handed the Fate Wanted Order to the assassin for execution.

Cross looked at the loom, his eyes shaking slightly.

Like Firefox, he believed in the Loom of Fate, or rather, they had to.

If you don't believe it, it means that what they believed in and pursued in the past has all become a joke.

They are just killers, not assassins of fate at all.

So, he's going to deal with Sloan.

Sloan fooled him and tarnished his faith.

The cross eyes became firm, and he suddenly said, "Mr. Kent, do you believe in destiny now?"

Mike turned around and smiled, and said, "Believe in destiny? Isn't this thing used to change?"

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Destiny is not for belief, but for change.

"But fate is destined by God. No matter how hard we try, we can't escape the control of fate."

Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "If you say death, it is indeed everyone's fate, but how to die depends on your choice."

"But how do you know that the choice you made was not driven by fate?"

Mike laughed and said, "Driven by fate, your choice, are these important?"

Cross was startled and nodded.

Important, important to him!

Because he has been accepting the guidance of 'destiny' for so many years, killing those who 'deserve to kill' is the guidance of destiny, so that he is no longer confused.

If these are not the guidance of fate, what he has done over the years...

Mike pinched his chin, looked at the cross and shrugged, "Okay, then you can still believe in your destiny."

To believe in this kind of thing, you must first believe in order to exist.

Cross couldn't help but said: "But if you don't believe it, why did you join the Assassin League in the first place?"

Mike recalled and smiled, but did not answer.

The reasons are complex.

Because he came through, curious to change his life, because he was involved in an operation of the Assassin League, because he got the assassin's talent from the system...

Cross fell silent, and Mike turned his head with a smile, looked at the loom, and turned on his super vision. When he saw the weaving shuttle, his eyes narrowed.

That's... a finger! ?

He was shocked in his heart, grabbed the weaving shuttle that kept on and off, and took it out of it.

Looking at this scene, Cross was a little puzzled.

However, Mike tore off the iron sheet of the weaving shuttle, exposing the wooden weaving shuttle with patterns carved inside. When he squeezed it hard, the wooden weaving shuttle shattered and a magic circle dissipated.

Mike frowned, and then, in Cross's shocked gaze, took out a...finger from the scraps?

"what is this?"

Cross murmured, feeling that his cognition was breaking.

The moment Mike got his finger, he felt a powerful mental energy began to invade his mind.

Mike's expression changed slightly, and when the light spot of the card in his hand dissipated, he stood there expressionlessly.

But in his mind, a vague shadow appeared.

"Ha ha!"

Feeling Mike's powerful body, the shadow smiled happily.

This body is hers!

"what are you?"

In the darkness, Mike's voice rang out.

"I am destiny!"

"Fight your mother's head!"

Mike couldn't help but scold.

The figure froze, and then said angrily: "I am the **** who can see fate!"

See fate?

Mike pondered and said, "That finger is yours? Why are you in that finger?"

"I... what does this have to do with you? Your body will be mine soon!"

It doesn't look stupid.

Originally, he also felt that the other party was locked in the weaving shuttle for an unknown length of time, and when he was about to get a new body, he would be full of desire to tell and show off.

"Sorry to disappoint you."

Mike said lightly, his mind that was full of darkness actually lit up, and then the figure was stunned, and panic flashed in his eyes.

She was actually locked in a cage with Mike like a giant in front of her.

when? When did this cage appear?

She looked at the giant Mike in front of her, terrified.

the realm of the mind.

When Mike saw that finger, he had already taken out a card named Professor X, and when the opponent invaded his mind, the card had been activated.

After that, it wasn't that the other party entered his mind, but he pulled the other party in, and then, unknowingly, locked the other party in the mental cage.

"Do not!"

The voice screamed.

Mike's thoughts moved, and the terrifying spiritual power directly invaded the other party, checking the other party's memory.

This is a mutant who has awakened the ability to see the future.

She was originally just a weaver, but after she awakened this ability, she called herself an apostle of destiny, and used the future she saw to guide the weavers of the textile factory to seek good luck and avoid evil~www.wuxiaspot.com ~ And as time passed, she became people's belief and a beacon of direction in people's eyes.

Later, in a foreknowledge, she predicted that someone would kill her in the future.

So, terrified, she asked those textile workers who believed in fate to kill that person in advance, and called this the guidance of fate. It was fate that made that person die, and the reason was that that person would bring killing one day in the future.

Convinced that her weavers had no doubts about this, the League of Assassins was formed.

From that day on, the Assassin Alliance had a mission, that is, under her guidance, to kill the people it predicted would hurt others in the future to avoid future killings.

Finally, one day, the Assassin League killed someone who shouldn't be killed, and the enemy came to the door and killed her.

But the people of the Assassin League needed the guidance of fate, so they used a magical ritual to attach her soul to one of her fingers, making a weaving shuttle, and continued the so-called guidance of fate until now.