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Clearly, he had concealed weapons on his person when he reappeared.

On the other side, Nidi, sensing the "killing intent," also alertly reached for her waist, where she kept her weapons.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

“That’s not how you treat guests, John,” Mike said calmly. “As the host, shouldn’t you offer us a drink first when you welcome guests who have come from afar?”

Perhaps it was Mike's indifferent reaction that left John unsure of what the other man was up to.

So, after staring at Mike a few more times, he suddenly turned and went to the kitchen.

Before long, a pot of freshly brewed black tea was placed on the table, and John sat down opposite Mike.

The brief respite allowed the former hitman to calm down considerably.

"John Wick, former professional assassin at the New York Hotel, has carried out more than twenty Class A missions and more than fifty Class B missions..."

Mike began recounting John's experiences, and just as the man opposite him was about to lose his composure, he abruptly changed the subject, saying, "Now, on behalf of Special X, I'm giving you a chance to choose your life again. Join my X Team, and I'll help you resolve some of your troubles."

"Or refuse me, and then gesture to my teammate, Nydy..."

Because of his identity as an assassin, John is blacklisted by law enforcement agencies, making it difficult for him to find a regular job that requires identification.

Because he also violated the rules of the New York Hotel, his reputation in the assassin circle was equally notorious.

It can be said that John has no place in either the legitimate or criminal world.

In this situation, he wanted to earn money to treat his wife's illness, and Mike was his best choice.

“Why are you organizing this work?” John was clearly intrigued. But just to be cautious, he followed up with, “And how can you prove that your organization has no ill intentions towards me?”

John, a desperate criminal, was willing to risk his life. But with his wife still on his mind, his greatest fear was dealing with police officers.

You should know that the "job" he used to do was anything but honorable. If he were to get imprisoned by mistake, he would at least face a lifetime ban.

"I work for the MIB, and we also collaborate with public sector organizations such as the FBL and the IRS..."

Mike brandished a stack of documents, waving a banner that proclaimed, "If you join my team, I can get you a new identity document, giving you the chance to live in the open..."

"As my team member, you will receive a fixed monthly salary of 50,000 US dollars. In addition, there will be extra bonuses for each special mission."

Revealing his identity was to demonstrate the strength of his organization and increase his persuasiveness. The offered salary, on the other hand, would solve John's immediate financial crisis.

As a former hitman, John hadn't saved much money. Now, the expenses for his wife's illness had visibly strained his finances.

John was clearly even more tempted after hearing the terms Mike offered.

After a few moments of hesitation, he seemed to have made up his mind and decided to take a gamble: "If what you're saying is true, I'm willing to join your team..."

"But before that, I'd like to know what exactly the MIB department you mentioned does. And what exactly are our tasks?"

No wonder he was once an assassin; his mind is indeed meticulous.

However, his attitude already indicated that Mike's recruitment plan was mostly successful.

"MIB is a special operations unit dedicated to maintaining world peace," Mike said familiarly after the relationship was basically established. "As for the specifics of the mission, you'll find out in a couple of days. Right now, I need you to help me look up information about a man named Wesley."

Wesley, an ordinary office worker, has likely been taken away by the League of Assassins to deal with his father, "Cross," a former defector of the League of Assassins.

Mike had previously asked Chris to help investigate Wesley, but unfortunately, Wesley didn't work for any company on Wall Street.

However, even rats have their own ways, and in this situation, a "small fry" like Wesley is a perfect candidate for John, who has a vast network of connections at the bottom, to investigate.

"I..." Faced with Mike's overly familiar manner, John wanted to say that he wasn't ready to start work yet.

"How about this, as a work reward, I'll pay you this month's salary in advance." Mike, who could easily find someone to reimburse his bills, generously chose the money offensive.

Then, seeing that John had received an extra 50,000 US dollars in his phone account, he wisely shut his mouth.

He desperately needs this money right now.

A dozen minutes later, Mike gave John some more instructions and left the cabin with Nydy.

Helen, who had been keeping an eye on the situation outside from inside the cubicle, saw Mike and the other man leave, and wheeled herself to her husband's side, gently taking his hand.

The woman had long, flowing hair and a gentle demeanor, giving those around her a magical sense of peace.

"Everything will be alright~" Looking at his wife beside him, John felt happy and also felt motivated in life.

To reassure his wife, John then briefly explained Mike's identity and situation to the other party.

Meanwhile, Mike already knew the exact location of the Assassin's Guild headquarters and was preparing to make his move in two days.

As for investigating Wesley's situation, that was a side move he made.

The reason is that the other party has the potential to become a member of their team.

Then, over the next day, Mike went to the Men in Black headquarters to apply for funding and weapons, and also helped John resolve his new identity issue.

Although the Men in Black do not belong to any organization, their power is undeniable.

At least for now, John's criminal record is no longer in the public security agencies' information network.

Two days later, Mike, riding in his supercar, met John, who was dressed in a black suit, in the suburbs of New York's Queens Street.

After tidying up his appearance, if it weren't for the thick beard on his face, he would look more like an elite white-collar worker.

"I found out about Wesley. A few days ago, a woman took him to that abandoned factory over there..."

With something to look forward to, John quickly got into character and continued his report: "I've been staking out here all day, and I haven't seen anyone come out of the factory. However, I did make an unexpected discovery: it seems someone else is also monitoring that abandoned factory, just like me..."

"All signs indicate that there must be some secret hidden in the factory in front of us."

As expected of a former top assassin, John's reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance abilities are outstanding.

“Thank you for your hard work. As for the person hiding in the shadows, we don’t need to worry about him for now.” Mike affirmed John’s work attitude, then took out a new ID and a No. 4 pistol and handed them to him, continuing, “Now welcome your new identity. From now on, you will never have to worry about anyone coming to check your ID again.”

The new identity card stirred John's emotions slightly, giving him a general understanding of the MIB's energy.

Joining such a capable organization doesn't seem so bad.

Then, John, holding the No. 4 round ball, asked curiously, "What is a lookup table?"

Clearly, this former hitman didn't get the reference to the checklist.

"You'll find out in a bit," Mike said with a smile, keeping everyone in suspense.

Then John saw Mike, carrying a giant three-barreled cannon out of an old Ford, strut arrogantly to the abandoned factory and bang heavily on the door.

"Is anyone home? Open the door!!! Checking the form~"

Queens is one of New York's three poorest neighborhoods, and there are many abandoned factories in the suburbs, but it is rare to see an abandoned factory as large as the one in front of us.

Chapter 356 Loom

The League of Assassins, in its origins, was actually an organization that was supported by the Brotherhood of Mutual Aid.

This organization was originally founded on a sense of justice.

But then, everything changed when the names of Brotherhood members appeared on the list of sinners displayed on the loom that had received divine revelation.

In particular, the first Brotherhood member's name to appear on the loom was none other than Sloan, the current leader of the League of Assassins.

In this situation, Sloan, in order to save his own life, used his position to alter the assassination list.

Having tasted success, he gradually transformed the Brotherhood of Assassins into a political tool of the upper Brotherhood, a "weapon" used to deal with political enemies.

At the same time, a pattern of seeking huge profits in the "mission" was formed.

Cross, the former top assassin of the League of Assassins, chose to betray the organization after discovering Sloan's secret.

Sloan lacked confidence in directly confronting Cross, whose assassination skills were exceptional. Therefore, he sought out Cross's "abandoned" son, hoping to use his identity to eliminate Cross as a problem.

Therefore, the days Wesley spent in the abandoned factory were spent undergoing intensive training in assassination skills.

Aside from a series of "useless" abilities such as reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, what Wesley needs to train most in order to kill Cross as soon as possible is his combat, melee weapon, and firearms skills.

At this moment, he was in the courtyard of an abandoned factory, being taught how to use a cold weapon by a fat man nicknamed "Butcher" who was carrying a pig-slaughtering knife.

As the two passed each other, the butcher used his nimble wrist to strike Wesley with the back of his knife, knocking him to the ground.

Just then, the butcher heard a furious knocking on the door: "Check form? What's that?"

The butcher, whose nature was already violent, was annoyed by the knocking on the door. He grabbed his butcher knife and was about to teach the troublemakers a lesson.

He had barely reached the door when a beam of laser light blasted him into a bloody mess. The pale blue laser beam swept through the courtyard and even destroyed a corner of the factory building behind it.

Amidst the dust and flying debris, intermittent cries of pain and screams echoed from inside the factory.

Before long, a dozen or so members of the Assassin's Guild, armed with weapons, rushed out in a rage.

"How rude of them to keep us waiting so long!"

Unlike the enraged assassins, Mike, who put away the three plasma cannons outside the abandoned factory, acted as if he had done something insignificant.

John, who had never seen such brutality before, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

Although no one knew what had happened, Mike, the "boss," had already set a good example. Driven by his killer instincts, John, armed with Round No. 4, immediately dashed into the factory.

On the other side, Nidi also drew an alloy dagger and a Round No. 4 pistol from her waist and followed closely behind.

In an instant, gunfire erupted in the abandoned factory.

Of course, this commotion came and went quickly.

[Firearms Experience +99]... [Gunpowder Manufacturing Experience +99]... [Melee Weapon Experience +99]... [Mixed Martial Arts Experience +99]...

When Mike walked into the factory yard, there were already more than a dozen corpses of League of Assassins lying on the ground, their deaths gruesome.

The Sphere 4 is essentially a small plasma cannon, a powerful weapon specifically designed by the MIB to deal with aliens. In addition to its immense power, it also possesses rapid-fire and splash-firing capabilities.

In this situation, it's a pipe dream for any creature hit by it to even have a complete corpse.

With this weapon, John and Nydy were practically unstoppable.

In the corner of the yard, Wesley, who was still kneeling on the ground pretending to be dead and had no idea what was going on, finally couldn't help but vomit when he saw the hellish scene created by Round No. 4.

This newbie assassin was actually quite lucky. Because he was unarmed and lying on the ground, John and Niddy considered him a non-threatening individual and didn't kill him immediately.

This gave the novice assassin a chance to catch his breath.

John has now bravely launched a counterattack into the factory, while Nydy is battling a sexy woman who can fire bullets that curve around corners.

In the short term, the two of them had no time to deal with Wesley, this "fish that slipped through the net".

[Super Adrenaline Secretion (Characteristic) - Bullet Time]

Mike, clutching a special ball of light, glanced at Wesley, who lay sprawled like a rag doll not far away, and continued walking slowly forward.

His target was the special loom in the center of the factory.

This loom, capable of distinguishing between good and evil, can be considered a blessing from God to humankind.

“Interesting~”

Mike walked up to the loom that had suddenly started running on its own and immediately reached out and grabbed the dart-shaped shuttle that was shuttling back and forth inside the machine.

[Blessing. Guilt Sense (Trait)]

Sure enough, Mike was right. The loom with the "divine revelation" ability was the small shuttle in his hand.

"Stop!"

Just as Mike was experiencing his new abilities, Firefox, who was keeping a close eye on the loom, abandoned his opponent, Nidi, and suddenly launched a high-difficulty gunfight at Mike.

The bullet traced an arc, bypassing numerous obstacles, and aimed directly at Mike's forehead.

At the same time, Sloan, the leader of the Assassin Brotherhood, who was hiding in a corner of the factory, seized the opportunity to fire a shot from behind, aiming directly at the back of Mike's head.

……

"Pfft~"

As blood splattered on his forehead, Sloan stared wide-eyed, then collapsed to the ground in despair.

On the other side of the screen, in a hidden pile of weeds outside the factory, a middle-aged man with a full beard slowly put away his sniper rifle.

Meanwhile, taking advantage of Firefox's distraction, she swooped in and, with her alloy dagger, instantly turned him into a swarm of bees.

"NO~"

Seeing the hot and sexy Fiery Fox die before his eyes, Wesley, who was already vomiting uncontrollably, suddenly unleashed a tremendous potential in his wide-eyed rage.

With a roar, he turned around, picked up a pistol from the ground, and fired a curved bullet while lying flat on his back.

Their target was Nidi, who was not far away.