Wesley, sitting in the car, looked at the assassination list in his hand and asked Simmons, "If we find him, can we find the traitor?"
"Of course, this is the only clue," Simmons said. "To make bullets like that, he naturally needed someone to help him, and that's the clue to finding him."
Wesley's desire for revenge for his father was extremely strong, and now that he finally had such a clue, he naturally wouldn't let it go.
But at the same time, he also knew one thing: the traitor was extremely powerful.
Whether it was the Butcher, the Gunsmith, the Doctor, the Mechanic, Simmons, or Sloan, they all told him a heartbreaking truth: the traitor's power was so immense that everyone was helpless.
Every time he heard such words, Wesley felt despair. He trained hard, he grew, but it seemed to only widen the gap.
In fact, every time he made a significant improvement, he would find that the gap between him and the top masters had grown even larger.
His point of reference was Simmons, whose power he currently couldn't match, and that guy was even stronger than Simmons.
How could this not make him despair?
He sighed deeply, pushed down the jumbled thoughts, and casually tossed the list into the glove compartment.
He caressed the custom 1911 in his hand, feeling the slight coolness from the gun's body, which calmed his heart considerably.
The scenery outside the window was rapidly receding, and the person they needed to find was in Doszhan.
When dawn broke, the car finally drove to the entrance of the monastery on the mountain in Doszhan.
This was an ancient monastery, and also the birthplace of the Brotherhood.
"Do you think I can get information about that guy?" Wesley was still a little nervous.
Simmons, on the other hand, looked indifferent. "Don't think so much, it's a one-shot deal."
For her, all that mattered was accepting and completing missions. As for difficulties encountered, those weren't issues to consider, because her job was to clear all obstacles.
Worst case, she'd just kill her way through—that was Simmons's way of solving problems.
After all, killing one person was killing, and killing a group of people was also killing.
Compared to Simmons's violence, Wesley was obviously more hesitant, but his growth and all his efforts were driven by the core motivation of avenging his father.
But once this core motivation was compromised, he would fall into confusion.
Even if he had mastered absurd gun-fu like curving bullets, it was useless.
Composing themselves, the two walked into the monastery and soon arrived at an open area, where ancient-style looms and winding machines were placed, all handcrafted from wood.
A white-haired old man sat at the innermost loom, weaving cloth in the most ancient way. When he saw Wesley approaching, he immediately stood up and ran towards a nearby passage.
Seeing this, Wesley immediately drew his Pistol and chased after him. When he also entered the passage, he froze.
Then he slowly backed out, as a silver Beretta was now pressed against his forehead.
"Who are you?"
No sooner had he asked this question than, before Wesley could answer, the old man felt a gun pressed against the back of his head. It was Simmons, who had already circled behind him.
"Someone who's about to take your life."
Simmons answered the question for Wesley. The old man fell silent, and Simmons took the gun from his hand.
Then, under Wesley and Simmons's guns, he sat back in his previous spot.
Wesley took out a photo. "Do you know this person? I want to know where he is!"
Looking at the man's photo, the old man thought for a moment and said, "I can arrange a meeting with the Cross for you, but you have to spare my life."
Wesley and Simmons exchanged glances, then put away their guns and took the old man to the train station.
They decided to trust the old man this one time, but even so, they followed him closely in secret.
As the train slowly stopped, the crowd at the station noticeably increased. Then, in the instant a person walked by, Wesley lost sight of the old man.
When that person passed, Wesley saw the old man sprinting towards the other end of the train station.
Wesley rushed out without a word, intending to chase him, but as he passed the second carriage, he seemed to spot a familiar figure leaning there.
At this moment, Wesley no longer cared about chasing the old man. He immediately turned back, and the person leaning against the carriage was Carlos.
Upon seeing Wesley turn back, Carlos immediately walked quickly towards the carriage. Wesley, having turned back, rushed into the carriage, immediately drew his Pistol, and fired directly at Carlos ahead!
Bang!
As the gun fired, a bullet instantly shot out, and Carlos simultaneously raised his gun and fired in one fluid motion.
Two different types of bullets collided in mid-air, then tangled together and fell.
John and Zhang Jie were sitting in the middle of the carriage. Seeing this, Zhang Jie's eyes nearly popped out. This was more than just cheating; it was beyond the imagination of physics.
To be able to instantly judge the trajectory of an opponent's bullet upon firing and then fire a shot to make the two bullets collide in mid-air—he would never be able to achieve such Shooting skill in his lifetime.
Although he only saw the bullets fall to the ground in the end... "My dear master, can you do that?" Zhang Jie quietly asked John, who was sitting beside him.
?
John didn't even want to turn his head. "How many lives do you think I have to do that?"
Alright, Zhang Jie immediately fell silent.
Such a cheating-like shot was unthinkable for Zhang Jie, and when Wesley saw the first shot blocked, he immediately prepared to fire a second.
At that moment, a woman burst in from the side. Wesley immediately flicked his wrist, and this bullet actually formed an arc, passing over the woman and Shooting towards Carlos.
Carlos retaliated in the same way, only his direction was opposite. Two bullets, following an S-shaped trajectory, collided in mid-air again, then tangled together and fell.
At this moment, Wesley truly and thoroughly felt how strong Carlos's power actually was.
Zhang Jie looked back and saw an old Ford flying down the road. Needless to say, it must be Simmons catching up in her car.
Turning his head again, he saw Carlos leading Wesley towards the back of the carriage, both still fighting as they moved.
Looking at the direction Simmons was driving, Zhang Jie decisively stood up, pulled John, and ran to the back.
John was still wondering why Zhang Jie was pulling him when, the next second, he saw a car crash directly into the train through the window.
If they hadn't moved just now... Then, a beautiful woman with a little blood on her forehead got out of the car and chased after Wesley and Carlos.
"She's also looking for Carlos, right?"
John glanced at her, and at that moment, Zhang Jie suddenly drew his Pistol and fired several shots consecutively to the rear. John also sensed it and made the same movement simultaneously.
Bang bang bang bang!
The gunshots merged into a continuous roar.
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