New Staff of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Carlos Gibson looked at Wesley with a deep guilt on his face, "Sorry, I just don't want you to go on my old path, and this is also for your safety."

"Parents always like to delineate the path of their children, so do you, so I won’t say much, but now I’m still on this path, then I decided to go on well, I don’t want to be ordinary, because I It's not ordinary in itself." Wesley won't blame Carlos, because he is a traverser, and his son's body is possessed by him, so he won't complain anymore.

"Come in, I'll show you, you can live here in the future." Carlos said incoherently. Wesley just smiled and walked in with the suitcase. He didn't start to visit the house right away. Instead, he came to the window, where there is a telescope, you can clearly see his original rental house.

Sitting down and watching with the binoculars, the fox had stolen a car and was waiting at the door with anxiety on her face. She had been waiting for a few minutes, but Wesley hadn't appeared yet.

"Do you like foxes?" Carlos walked over and saw Wesley watching the foxes.

"No, it’s just that I get along a little bit more, I can’t talk about liking it, and she and I are two different people. We will not be together, and she may not be able to live. She is a real destiny assassin. After knowing the truth She may end her life." Wesley looked at the anxious fox, and then replied that he really did not want to be with the fox. The two thoughts were completely different, and he was still confused in his mind as a traverser. .

At this time, a few more cars approached, and the repairman and others walked down, "Wesley is gone. We were lost when he went to the car just now."

"How could this be? Did the "cross" find him?" the fox hurriedly asked.

"I don't know, there was no gunshots nearby, so they didn't exchange fire. Things are a bit more difficult. Let's separate and look for them." The gunsmith said, and then everyone got into the car and started to scatter to look for Wesley.

"Look, they are getting anxious. This is a good sign. We have enough time to make a plan." Wesley stood up, then pulled Beretta 92 from behind and put it aside, "Whose gun is this? "

"X's, his code name is X, an excellent assassin like me, but he and Sloan have changed, so my first target is him." Carlos picked up the pistol and looked at it. "This is a good one. gun."

"Well, it is indeed a good gun, so I stayed." Wesley opened the suitcase, poured out the magazine and bullets, and then began to press the bullets into the magazine.

"You can wait and do this, we can prepare the room first." Carlos was completely out of state. The first time he was alone with his son was more than twenty years ago, when the child was born.

"I am an assassin who has received severe training. I like to be ready to fight at any time. They have lost my track now, and they may not be able to find here." Wesley placed a compressed magazine in the pistol. Next to him, he picked up another empty one and continued his actions. He would carefully look at each bullet and then press it into the magazine.

"Okay, then I will tidy up the room for you first." Carlos felt that the atmosphere was embarrassing and he could only tidy up the room first. Wesley looked at his back and smiled. This is an introvert, just like Wesley in the past, worthy of being a father and son.

After finishing all the empty magazines, he pulled the suitcase and walked to his room, with good judgment in the direction. This two-story single building is very empty, with a kitchen and bathroom, and the other rooms are basically unfurnished.

"Sorry, there isn't even a bed here." Carlos did not have a few furniture in the room, and Wesley smiled, "Now we are preparing to work hard, but not to live together, so we don't need to prepare anything. I'll just visit it briefly." Wesley put his suitcase in the room, and then stood at the door waiting for Carlos.

"Okay, come with me." Carlos took Wesley and took a brief look. There is no first floor here. When Wesley came up, he went directly to the stairs from the outside to the second floor. Carlos’s room was only A sofa and some cabinets are displayed with Wesley's childhood photos. The kitchen seems to have not been fired for a long time, only the bathroom is relatively complete.

"Have you always lived here? Why don't you give yourself a good environment?" Wesley asked.

"It's not necessary, our lives are not stable, but... I need this when I think about you, and it's a secret stronghold for me, people in the Brotherhood of Assassins don't know this." Carlos rubbed his hands and said.

"I'm your son, you don't need to be nervous, or you can treat me as a friend." Wesley couldn't bear to see Carlos so nervous. This man is too introverted. He is in a very bad state now. Well, if someone hits the door now, then he will be very dangerous.

"Good note, we can make a friend first." Carlos finally relaxed. "I will show you my studio. You will like it there, maybe you will like it." Carlos walked to the closet and opened it. The cabinet door, the back panel of the cabinet is still a door, which leads to the attic after being opened.

The first thing I felt when I walked in is that it’s messy, yes, it’s messy. The guys in the Brotherhood of Assassins are like that. They like old things. There are a pair of muskets in a wooden box, but they have been modified and shot in the movie. Before they were posted, Wesley didn't know what they were playing for, they became superfluous guys, and he didn't love this look at all.

There are a lot of rifles on the wall, the shape of the old musket, the long barrel, which Carlos used for long-range sniping, it needs to be matched with the kind of split-propelled bullets, and there are many electronic watches on the table. Some have been taken apart.

"Is the insecticide your own?" Wesley asked.

"No, but his creativity is very good, but no one appreciates it." Carlos said.

"Good idea, I think so too. We can use this to attack the No. 17 textile mill, what do you think?" Wesley said.

"Yes, but my plan is to clean up the people outside first, and then attack when they are concentrated." Carlos's plan was the opposite of Wesley's.

"Do you believe that the Destiny Loom is correct?"

"Yes, the Brotherhood of Assassins was established more than a thousand years ago, and it has been passed down to this day. There is no need to doubt this."

"So you want to continue?" Wesley asked, looking at Carlos.

"Perhaps it should be over..." Carlos fell silent. The Brotherhood had deteriorated. He wanted to bury these with his own hands, and he would never show up in the future.