John Wick, a man born in New York.
His young life was not smooth in the first half. After experiencing hardships, he chose a life path that most people would not choose.
He returned to the darkness and walked in the darkness.
He became a killer, and originally just worked alone, like a lone wolf, taking tasks, getting paid, and then continuing to take tasks and keep making money, although he himself didn't know what it's use to make so much money.
Later, after the establishment of the Mainland Hotel of the Assassin Alliance, Ms. Talia, the second demon leader, made official friends with her superb skills, and with the help of those "friends", she took a very short time to capture the killer network on the East Coast in her hands.
The young killer John Wick became a member of the Assassin League in a confused manner.
But he didn't care about that.
John is a man who lives with ease and lives a simple life. He lives very purely, and even his thoughts are pure. This rare purity makes him feel like a fish in the killer business.
After completing several difficult tasks in a row, John quickly became the top star in the hotel in mainland New York.
Well, this is a bit weird, but he is indeed one of the hottest killers on the East Coast right now.
Talia, the current leader of the Assassin League, has formulated a new way of working for his assassins. Only when they live in a hotel in mainland China will they return to the lives of killers and assassins. Once the mission is completed, these killers will return to the lives of ordinary people.
But unless it is a job requirement, mainland hotels are prohibited from killing each other, and killers who violate the regulations will be wanted by their peers.
It turns out that this is a very good rule for killers to have their own lives without having to worry about bullets from the dark.
But...the rules are always challenged, just like tonight.
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, holding a dagger, quickly chose his target among the two fronts and backs. Compared to Miles, Layla seemed to be easier to break through.
In the struggle between life and death, women often have disadvantages, and they are inferior to men in terms of strength, which is a natural flaw.
But just as Wick rushed towards Layla in silence, the female assassin in front of him suddenly chuckled, as if mocking Wick for making the wrong choice.
"Swish"
Just as Wick's dagger stabbed Layla, the figure of the female assassin disappeared strangely.
Really disappearing.
Even the breath disappeared.
This sudden change made Wick's eyes widen, but it did not stop his escape. He accelerated to rush out of the room, climbed down from the second floor with agility, and rushed into the garage without stopping.
A few seconds later, accompanied by the low sound of the engine, a classic silver-gray Mustang sports car rushed out of the villa.
"Hu, Hu"
John Wick tried hard to adjust his breathing, but the two weird guys didn't seem to chase him, which made him feel confused, and his actions to detonate the bomb buried in the room stopped.
But just after Wick drove out a few hundred meters, a finger with a black finger-exposed glove suddenly tapped his shoulder a few times.
"Are you looking for us? Mr. Wick."
“!!!”
Wick subconsciously stepped on the brakes, and the well-maintained Mustang sports car pulled out an arc on the road and stopped violently on the side of the road.
Wick suddenly turned around, pointing his dark muzzle behind him, his eyes full of coldness, which was the look a killer should have.
But behind him, two guys in white hoods were sitting leisurely in the back seat of the car, pointing at their muzzles without caring, and looking at him with a scrutiny look.
Hell, when did they...
"Bang"
Before Wick could react, he hit his wrist with a heavy blow. The moment the pistol flew out, Wick, who had a very fast reaction, lowered his body and heavily planned the cab.
He stood in the darkness, holding the dagger, and posing in a fighting manner, looking vigilantly at the two people standing in front of him like a ghost.
Myers and Layla stood in front of him, and had no intention of attacking again.
"Bang"
But Wick took the initiative to attack.
The young killer rushed forward and hit Miles with a heavy punch. The latter easily dodged away, but the second punch followed one after another. The sharp dagger stabbed the white-robed assassin in the dark, but was still easily dodged away.
Myers was like a ghost, with light steps avoiding Wick's punch after punch. The super perception of the witch hunter, coupled with the recovery of the bloodline power of the legendary assassin Altay, allowed Myers to easily capture the trajectory of Wick's punch.
John Wick's extremely threatening combo is like slow motion, without any threat.
"We come without malice, John."
Miles whispered:
"If you know the deeds of your ancestor, Master Connor, then you should know what we are going to do."
Wick didn't answer.
A young killer has no habit of talking in battle, which will only distract him. For a killer, distraction is fatal.
"Bang"
The fist he swung was blocked by Myersge, and as the dark light thundered, the sharp and cold-smelling sword hit Wick's neck.
Wick didn't even see clearly when the weird guy in front of him set out his sword.
His attack stopped, and he did not feel Miles' murderous intent.
"Brothers need your strength, my brother."
Myers put away his sword and he took a step back, standing in front of Wick like a ghost in the dark, he said:
"You may not understand, but it doesn't matter. Come with us and we will show you your future path."
"I don't need it!"
Wick reached out and touched the wound on his face, and he said in a low tone:
“I have found my life.”
“That’s not life.”
Behind him, Layla whispered:
"Living in an order that may be destroyed at any time, turning a blind eye to the threats contained in the darkness, and allowing false peace to wrap around your neck. One day, those things you think are harmless will strangle your neck from behind..."
"You don't know what your existence means to this world. This world is waiting for you to lend a helping hand for it. You can choose to turn a blind eye, but you can also take up weapons and fight for freedom and protection like your ancestors."
Layla put away the broken spear, she reached out and Wick wanted to avoid it, but the hand fell accurately on his shoulder.
"A dark road of glory is waiting for you, John Wick."
"I thought the story of the Assassin League was bizarre enough, but I didn't expect that there were crazy people in this world who were addicted to playing house like you."
The young killer whispered:
"You should probably stay in the mental hospital."
"Let's go, Layla."
Miles looked at John Wick, and he stopped Layla's continued persuasion, and he said to Wick in front of him:
"You are still blinded and you can't understand... But it's okay, Wick, our arrival is just a kind reminder. We are just revealing the truth of the world for you, and what you have to face next is the real challenge."
Myers put away his sword, and he jumped onto the branches of the roadside like a monkey. He turned to John Wick, who was looking at him:
"Life well, my brother."
"Maybe the next time we meet, you will make the right choice."
Under Wick's gaze, Miles quickly disappeared into the jungle. Behind him, Layla placed a box on Wick's hood, and she said to Wick:
"Go and experience the deeds of your ancestors, Wick."
"Maybe seeing is true will allow you to see the truth hidden under the world, but don't delay it for too long. Abstergo has noticed you. The knowledge retained in your bloodline is what they must get."
"Beware of the daggers from the darkness, my strange brother, see you next time."
"Swish"
As Wick's gaze, Layla's figure disappeared into the darkness strangely as if she had never existed before.
This strange scene made Wick not immediately put his vigilance down. He picked up his pistol and tried his best to sense the surroundings. After a few minutes, he confirmed that the two nonsense madmen had really left, and Wick relaxed.
Even for the killer, the experience tonight was bizarre enough.
Wick could feel that the two guys wearing white hoods had the ability to easily kill him, but their outfits did make Wick recall some things.
When he was a child, before his parents died, his mother, who had partly Indian descent, would always tell him stories about his ancestors.
Those memories have almost disappeared in time, but Wick vaguely remembered that in his mother's mouth, his ancestors were 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 Layla left behind, and he sat in the car and opened the box. There was a black device inside, like a magnified version of the tactical eyepiece, and a black strap that could be fixed to his head.
Wick touched his chest, his heart beating, more violent than before, as if calling him to explore the secrets hidden in time.
"I might be crazy."
After more than ten minutes, Wick, who came home, cleaned up the messy bedroom.
The young killer with hair and a 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 said softly, the next moment, a white light bloomed in front of his eyes. Between the chaos of consciousness, he heard the sound of guns and cannons in a vague way. When he opened his eyes again, the battlefield of the Civil War unfolded in front of his eyes. Relying on the connection in his bloodline that would not be cut off by time, he returned to the past and into the body of his ancestors.
A strange and mysterious world appeared before his eyes.
A soldier in a red uniform saw him, and the guy howled and rushed towards him with a bayonet. Wick subconsciously grabbed the weapon around his waist.
He looked down and saw that it was a very Indian-style battle axe...
On his body, he also wore a white hood and a white robe that was the same as the two previous psychopaths.
A voice echoed in his mind, as if his ancestors were talking to him.
He vaguely heard the voice saying...
"Go up!"
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“Recruitment failed?”
At Merlin's house, at this midnight, Merlin sat on the sofa and looked at the magic book in his hand. In front of him, Miles and Layla were standing there in shame.
“Yes, Master.”
Layla said with regret:
"John Wick doesn't believe us."
“This is normal.”
Merlin turned the pages as usual, and he said:
"Any person with normal thinking will think that this is just a nonsense lie when he hears the war between the Brotherhood and the Templars."
"In their opinion, those wars that have lasted for thousands of years will always exist only in myths."
He raised his head and temporarily removed his attention from the complicated and cumbersome magical knowledge. He looked at his apprentice and said:
"I told you before that in this new era, Brotherhood can no longer rely solely on past traditions to fulfill its mission. Just like recruiting new people, you cannot do it as reckoned as in the past..."
"Modern people are smart, or think they are smart, and they accept information more than a hundred times faster than those of the past. Because of this, each of them feels that they are knowledgeable and disdain to respect the legends of the past."
"You have to find your brothers and sisters who are hiding in the crowd in a smarter way."
Myers and Layla looked at each other and the young man whispered:
"Then what should we do? Master."
"It's very simple, don't try to find it yourself, let the sons of the assassin come to you on their own initiative."
Merlin stretched out his hand, a simpler and more fashionable animus virtual machine, he told two apprentices:
"A friend of mine is very interested in the time virtual machine you use. At my request, he redesigned the function of animus so that ordinary people can also access this system. Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, this is just a virtual game, but those real sons of assassin will activate the blood inheritance in animus... They will have a 'bleed' effect."
Merlin looked at Miles and Layla and said:
"I have registered a game company for you, and that's 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 to find your siblings who are unfascinated, and then incorporate them into the fraternity system before Abstergo finds them."
"this..."
Layla looked at the animus virtual device in Merlin's hand in surprise, and she said:
"This may be a good idea, but Master, this is too high-profile, it does not conform to the rules of conduct of the Brotherhood. We follow the ancient advice and should be hidden in the crowd..."
“High profile?”
Merlin shook her head:
"No, Layla, this is not high-profile at all. Look at the world around you."
"A variety of supernatural events happen every day, mutants, aliens, aliens, aliens, and monsters made by humans themselves... This world has never been truly peaceful, and ordinary people have been living in an isolated society."
"Compared with those obvious troubles, the struggle between the Brotherhood and the Templars lasted for thousands of years is nothing more than a link below the world, ordinary, and even unremarkable. Your actions will not be paid more attention, and I will help you block those bad attention."
Merlin stopped and said to the two apprentices in front of him:
"Of course, all this will be waited until you get rid of Abstergo's pursuit. After you leave the assassin's alliance, you will usher in your first battle. I will not intervene. You must rely on your wisdom and strength to fight a way out in the circle of enemies!"
"If you survived the bloody battle, then the reconstruction of the Brotherhood will truly begin."
"If you die in the battlefield of night, it can only prove that you cannot take on such a heavy responsibility, it can prove that perhaps the Brotherhood is doomed to die."
Merlin stood up, and he looked at Miles and Layla in front of him, and he said:
"What I'm curious about is..."
"Are you ready?"
ps:
Many brothers leave messages to join the group, okay, I have been neglecting.
785722542, this is the group number. You can fill in the main character name of the three books at any time. Overlord Trajectory - Cyber ​​Hawk, Death Trajectory - Terion. Blade of Dawn, Shadow Trajectory - Merlin Riley.
Chapter completed!