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Speak of the devil.
The moment Morin finished speaking, the sound of a car came from outside the factory. It stopped, followed by a honk.
...
"So, four people plus me makes five," Wick said after arriving. He paused, did the math, then asked, "Can I turn around and leave now?"
"Of course not," Morin raised an eyebrow.
"Unless you really plan to complete that 'impossible mission.'"
"By the way," he added casually, "I'm curious. What exactly is that mission?"
"Compared to what you're planning," Wick sighed, "it's not that big a deal. It's just a group mission that I have to do alone."
He shook his head.
"It's an assassination. But given the target's status... it's basically impossible."
"Relax," Morin patted his shoulder.
"They're all strong. I can guarantee that."
"Including him?" Wick glanced at Wesley, who was hurriedly putting on his clothes.
"...In the near future," Morin said, "yes."
"Alright," Wick nodded helplessly.
"I feel like I've boarded a pirate ship."
"There are benefits to pirate ships," Morin said, leading him toward Carlos.
"For example, that curved-shooting technique I mentioned before."
"I've heard of you," Carlos extended his hand.
"John Wick. The boogeyman. A pleasure."
"I've heard of the Fraternity of Assassins for a long time," Wick replied smoothly.
"Never had direct contact, though. I respect your persistence. And your faith."
Carlos laughed lightly.
"We're just people who were kept in the dark and used."
"Let's talk business," he continued.
"First, about curved shooting. I can't guarantee you'll learn it."
"It sounds difficult," Wick said.
Carlos nodded.
"And that's exactly why."
"In the past, we tried teaching it to ordinary people," he explained.
"Even with the strongest Assassin Masters instructing them, they couldn't learn it."
"In the end, we reached a conclusion."
He looked at Wick.
"People without the assassin bloodline simply can't do it."
"That's because only after activating the bloodline do you gain enough physical strength to apply lateral force to the bullet the instant it leaves the barrel," Fox added as she dragged a large bag inside.
"That's what allows it to curve mid-air."
"...," Wick fell silent and looked at Morin.
"Are you sure they're not joking?"
"That's the explanation?"
"I also think it sounds unreasonable," Morin said helplessly.
"But yes. That's it."
"Doesn't it feel unscientific?"
"Can you do it?" Wick asked.
"What do you think?" Morin smiled faintly, deliberately vague.
"Relax. Just follow the guidance of your heart."
A master has to look cool at a time like this.
Admitting I can't do it would ruin the atmosphere.
I'll just secretly learn from the side.
"To be honest," Wesley said as he finally finished dressing and walked over to Fox,
"I thought it was impossible too."
Carlos's expression darkened.
I'll hit him harder next time.
"But I've actually seen it happen," Wesley added.
"...Alright," Wick said slowly.
"If that's true, then what exactly is this assassin bloodline?"
"It's a gift," Fox said.
"One possessed by very, very few people."
"Yes," Wesley added eagerly.
"It's an ancient bloodline. Once activated, it grants immense strength, reflexes, and more."
"If that's the case..." Wick fell silent again.
"Then I'm not the only one?"
"You have it too?" Wesley stared at him.
"How did Morin just randomly find another one?"
"What happened to it being rare?"
"Maybe," Wick nodded.
"I can enter that state sometimes."
Morin wasn't surprised.
In a standalone world, Wick wouldn't have had an assassin bloodline.
But this wasn't a standalone world.
Anything was possible.
And honestly, based on Wick's performance...
Calling it an assassin bloodline wasn't a stretch at all.
Later on, he even cut off his own finger.
If he had a hidden blade, he'd be a perfect Assassin Master.
Unlike modern assassins who relied entirely on guns.
They'd forgotten the most important principle.
Under the hidden blade, all are equal.
Morin, a "master" who couldn't do curved shooting, sat to the side, maintaining his composure while silently complaining.
"If that's the case," Carlos nodded, "then it's simple."
"Set up the field."
"Let's begin."
...
Not long after.
Wesley stood off to the side, eyes vacant, muttering.
"How is that possible?"
"It shouldn't be like this."
"That's unscientific."
"It makes no sense."
Moments ago, he'd been crushed by Morin.
Now, he was being completely overwhelmed by Wick.
After explaining the "principle" of curved shooting, Carlos had them line up a person, a pig, and a target.
Fox had dragged in the dead pig.
The target was placed behind it.
Carlos demonstrated once.
Then Wick closed his eyes, thought briefly, picked up the pistol, and fired three shots.
The first hit the pig.
The second missed.
The third-
The bullet curved in a near-perfect arc, bypassed the pig, and struck the target.
Bullseye.
Morin's face didn't change.
Inside, he was losing his mind.
What is this?
Is this a joke?
This is teaching?
And Wick-he's the real cheater, isn't he?
He just learned it like that?
I don't understand this at all!
After firing, Wick put the gun down and walked over.
"Unscientific as it sounds," he said calmly,
"I think I found that 'instinct.'"
"Did you already know this would happen?"
I knew my ass.
I thought you were a fellow guardian of physics.
I didn't expect you, with those thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be a traitor too.
And what the hell is this 'instinct'?
Is it a built-in cheat?
Is there a programmer who can fix this bug?
A physicist would lose their mind!
Morin complained violently in his head.
On the surface, he smiled.
"Yes," he nodded calmly.
"Very good."
"You're exceptional. I didn't misjudge you."
The only comfort he had was Wesley.
Wesley was nearly emptying his magazines, turning the pig into minced meat, and still couldn't do it.
Of course, this comfort was temporary.
That one would become a traitor later too.
Morin sighed inwardly.
Among this group, he was probably the only one protecting the dignity of physics.
...Tomorrow, I'll find a quiet place and secretly try it myself.