Homelander Comics

Sitting in the car.

"Wesley..."

Bai Ye stroked his chin and thought for a while.

He knew that among the twelve seats at the high table of the Continental Hotel, there was also a seat for the Assassin's League, and Wesley was the son of Cross, the chief assassin of the Assassin's League. He was also an assassin with amazing talent. With just two months of training, he could immediately become the world's top killer.

"Speaking of which, there are a lot of good things in the Assassin's League..."

Bai Ye is also quite interested in the Assassin's League's shooting technique of turning bullets. If he could master it, using it to train his own men would be a good choice.

Moreover, the Assassin's League has a magical potion. No matter how serious the injury is, as long as you are not dead, you can soak in the potion and recover quickly. This is simply a rare miracle medicine in the world. If it is given to Saturn Biological to make medicine, it can at least create hundreds of billions of dollars in output value.

As a result, the Assassin's League is a bunch of idiots who have a treasure trove but don't realize it. After abandoning their beliefs, they would rather do dirty work and risk their lives to earn a little money, but they don't understand the value of developing potions that are like a mountain of gold. They also forced the Assassin's League's strongest assassin, Cross, to defect because he couldn't stand their insidious behavior, and he wanted to launch a purge of the Assassin's League that had fallen into darkness.

"Assassins' League... Treat, behead, or keep him as a dog, which card should I use?"

……

Wesley returned to that terrible home.

A look of blankness on his face.

"Wesley!" A sharp voice directly sprayed at him: "Didn't I send you a message? Didn't I ask you to bring me a box of eyebrow pencil when you come back? Where's my eyebrow pencil? Don't tell me you forgot again? You idiot! How could I be so blind to find a boyfriend like you!"

Countless sarcastic words came to Wesley like a tide.

Okay, okay, he's used to it.

Wesley said nothing and ignored his girlfriend. After putting down the things he brought home, he went into the bathroom as if he was familiar with the place. He took out his mobile phone, opened the study materials, and watched the French flight attendant: If you don't do it for one day, you will accumulate Yangde. If you don't do it for two days, you will accumulate Yangde.

Chapter 267: The local gang is so rude

At night, the streets of New York are busy with cars and people.

The car's headlights and taillights shine in the dark night like a flowing ribbon.

Bai Ye sat in the Maybach 62S, opened the sunroof, puffed out a cigarette, and after thinking for a while, he ordered:

"Tian Yangsheng, go collect some information about the Assassin's League for me..."

"Boom——!!!"

When Bai Ye opened his mouth and had not yet finished his words, a black object suddenly fell from the sky and smashed down heavily.

With a "bang", the entire Maybach 62S shook violently.

There were cracks on the glass window.

It was as if there had been a terrorist attack.

"..."

Bai Ye exhaled a puff of smoke, lowered his head, and saw in his arms a white man with a black suit and a shot head. He stared at him with his eyes wide open.

Family, who knows? I took my little brother out of the nightclub, drinking red wine and smoking a cigar, and suddenly... a corpse fell into my arms.

What is this?

"Attack! Attack! Protect the young master! Protect the young master!"

Suddenly, a group of people appeared from all directions and surrounded Bai Ye. Many of them were covered in flames and looked around vigilantly.

Bai Ye raised his head and looked towards the sky.

I saw two groups of killers exchanging fire in the sky above the city. The fighting scene was very fierce.

It wasn't a fighter jet or an aircraft, or a hang glider, but just two gangs of killers, relying on piercing their flesh, breaking through the floor-to-ceiling windows of one building and falling into another building, engaging in an aerial firefight.

Some killers were shot dead in mid-air, and their bodies fell from the sky to the ground.

Coincidentally, the first dead body just fell into Bai Ye's arms.

“Bang bang bang—!”

The two groups of killers acted very efficiently and disappeared from Bai Ye and his men's sight in a short time, leaving only the corpse in Bai Ye's arms, with no one to clean it up.

"Master, I'm sorry." Tian Yangsheng said awkwardly, "There is a loophole in our security design. We didn't take into account the situation of enemies appearing in the sky."

If the attack on Bai Ye came from the surroundings, no matter how powerful the killer was, he would not be able to get near Bai Ye's Maybach 62S and would have been killed by the desperate warriors long ago.

But who could have imagined that today's killers are so powerful that their bodies can easily penetrate the floor-to-ceiling windows between two buildings... This is obviously beyond the scope of ordinary humans.

Perhaps even Captain America would find it difficult to do this.

Bai Ye took a deep puff of his cigar, pressed the cigarette butt against the dead head's face, put out the cigarette, and then pushed the dead head away.

Tian Yangsheng didn't need to investigate, Bai Ye recognized that the two parties fighting must be members of the Assassin's League.

One side should be Cross, the chief assassin who defected from the Assassin's League and Wesley's father, and the other side is the killer who is hunting down Cross.

Bai Ye had an impression of the manipulation of piercing two buildings with the physical body. It should be the way Mr. X, the assassin second only to Cross in the Assassin's League, played.

And Cross, as a stronger assassin than Mr.

In addition, there should be some elite members in the Assassin's League who can do it.

Because the dead head in Bai Ye's arms was obviously not from the cross, nor from Mr. X, it was just one of the thousands of killers killed by the cross.

"The Assassin's League, the Cross, you dare to smash my car and make me bleed... you bastard!"

Bai Ye’s face was cold.

These guys from the Assassin's League are going too far.

He was considering using that card to deal with the League of Assassins before, but now, there is no need to think about it. Except for Firefox, just kill them all.

As for regular troops, he has the Osborn family's action team and the Legion of Extremis; as for the dirty work, he has the Hand controlled by Erica, so there is no need to conquer the Assassin's League.

It’s okay to have it, but it’s not a big deal if you don’t have it.

Moreover, the Assassin's League is a group of people with faith, killers who kill people according to a list that is a loom of fate. Although they kill people all over the world, they still consider themselves to be good people who are upholding the rules of the world... They are basically fanatics.

Bai Ye hates dealing with fanatics.

And fanatics who have abandoned their faith are even more dangerous...

It must be inconvenient to use.

Just take away their various technical data, and don't use the people anymore. It's better to make use of their spare time and make fertilizer.

……

The moon hangs high in the night sky, and the stars are like a handful of tiny diamonds scattered in the darkness.

The moonlight is like water, leisurely shining on the surface of the Hudson River, like a golden ribbon studded with countless diamonds. The Hudson River shines with tranquility and beauty under the moonlight.

Right next to the Hudson River, there is a textile factory.

A garbage truck slowly drove in.

"Crash."

More than a dozen corpses were dumped out like garbage and lay all over the ground.

"Shit! Did we fail again this time?"

"We have been chasing him for so long, but we haven't achieved any results. Instead, he has killed so many people?"

"Fuck! That cross is so powerful, won't we be the ones lying on the ground next time?"

The top leaders of the Assassin's League, led by their leader Sloan, stood in front of the corpse with silent expressions.

"We can't go on like this!" Sloan said with a grim expression, "Now most of the elite members of our Assassin's League have been killed by Cross. Even X died at his hands. If we can't get rid of Cross, then maybe Cross will be bold enough to charge in here. By then..."

Within the Assassin's League, there are three giants, CEO Sloan, chief assassin Cross, and second in command Mr. X. Not long ago, Mr. X died after Cross, and only two of the three giants are left. Although Sloan also has the skills of bullet time and arc shooting, he is definitely not a match for Cross. He has been sitting in the office for decades, how can he defeat Cross who has been on the front line for many years.

The gunsmith thought for a moment and said, "The power of the Cross has reached the pinnacle of an assassin. Killing has become an art for him. Even if there are ten of me, I can't defeat him. It's not that I'm weak, but that he can easily kill me with a kite. But maybe we can find another way..."

"What do you mean?" the repairman asked.

"I remember one thing. When Cross and I killed someone together, he mentioned that he had a son." The gunsmith said, "What if we can train his son to be a killer and then let him kill Cross? Can Cross kill his son?"

"Why would the son of the cross help us kill his father?" The butcher sneered, "No matter how stupid his son is, he can't help us deal with his father for no reason."

But Sloan understood: "But what if the cross is not the father of his son?"

"what?"

The butcher looked at Sloan and Gunsmith who looked at each other in confusion. It was obvious that they understood, but his cup was about to burn. They were both from Earth. How could he not understand the passion between these two people? What does it mean?

"You mean..." Fire Fox chewed his fingernails and thought, "Cheat the son of the cross, give him a new father, and then lie to him that it was the cross that killed his father, so that he could avenge his father and kill the cross? Doing this... is a bit immoral."

The repairman said, "Morality? That bastard Cross is about to wipe out our Assassin's League. We still want to talk about morality with him? Why don't we just hang ourselves? I agree with this plan! Not only me, but everyone in the textile factory is almost driven crazy by Cross. If we can't deal with Cross, our ancient organization that has been passed down for thousands of years will be completely finished."

Firefox frowned.

She felt that this was not a good practice, dragging innocent people to take the blame, but the pressure brought by the cross was indeed too great.

Even she, a killer second only to the Big Three, felt that her life could be taken away by the cross at any time, let alone those ordinary killers.

"It is indeed against our usual principles to implicate the innocent son of the Cross, but he is the son of the Cross, is he really innocent?" Sloan said with a smile, "We in the Assassin's League have always been democratic. I think, how about we take a vote?"

Sloan knew that the reason why Cross defected from the Assassin's League was because Cross discovered that Sloan, who had been managing the Assassin's League, had tampered with the list of killers in the Loom of Fate. He included people whose names were not originally on the Loom of Fate on the list and let the killers of the Assassin's League kill them for his own personal gain.

Therefore, the person Cross wants to kill most is Sloan.

Others might still have a plan to survive, but he, Sloan, was doomed to die.

Well, as long as there is a chance to get rid of the cross, Sloan will not give up trying - after all, this time the vote will obviously pass.

really.

The gunsmith, the repairman, the butcher, and Sloane all raised their hands, leaving only Firefox with his arms folded. He said coldly, "I abstain."

4:1, the vote passed smoothly.

"He seemed to have mentioned to me that Cross had a son, but I didn't think about it before. After hearing what the gunsmith said, I remembered some clues. I can look through the information and look for clues about his son." Sloan said.

"You guys make the decision. I'm tired. I'm going back to my room to rest." Firefox turned and left.

The remaining four did not leave.

"A young boy who has not been trained since childhood, even if the cross will not kill him, can he really kill the cross?" asked the repairman.

"You don't understand." The gunsmith shook his head and said, "The bloodline of the Cross is very special. People in their family don't need any training. As ordinary people, they can occasionally enter bullet time. With a little training, they can immediately become top assassins. That's why the Cross family has always been the top assassins of our Assassin's League. I just can't imagine what made the Cross crazy and suddenly choose to defect."

"Can bloodline be considered when being a killer?" The butcher scratched his head in confusion. "Is there any justice left? I have been practicing swordsmanship since I was a child..."

The repairman said: "If the son of the cross really has such a powerful bloodline, he must be very smart. Can he just believe what we say?"

The gunsmith smiled, pointed at Firefox's back, and said, "Even a hero can be tempted by beauty. Perhaps... we can still use a beauty trap. That kid, if we can get Firefox to train him..."

"Hey hey hey..."

The four of them had similar interests, so they gathered together and discussed for a long time to perfect the plan.

Suddenly.

The cell phone in Sloane's pocket rang.

He took it out and took a look at it, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"what happened?"

The gunsmith asked, noticing something was wrong with Sloane's expression.

"It's okay, just a little personal matter of mine."

Sloan was very good at maintaining his qi, and he said a few polite words without changing his expression, then hurried back to the house.

"Hey, Mr. Sloane, can you hear me?"

"How did you get this information?"

Sloan growled angrily:

"What do you mean? Who ordered you to do that? What is your purpose?"

Just now, Sloan received a piece of information on his cell phone, which contained the Loom of Fate kill list that he had tampered with. However, this thing should only be in his computer, and it is a top-secret file that cannot be known to outsiders at all.

"Don't worry about how I got this information. I have it anyway." Bai Ye chuckled and said, "Mr. Sloan, you don't want the employees of the Assassin's League to know these secrets of yours, right?"

"..." Sloan was silent for a long time and said, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to borrow some money from you to spend some time." Bai Ye said: "I recently want to build a private yacht. It's not much, only about 5 million US dollars. I wonder if you can sponsor it?"