Zhou Yi looked at the man before him, the corner of his eye twitching slightly.
Nothing else— even Zhou Yi was somewhat surprised by how quickly the man had come knocking.
With this efficiency, Zhou Yi would not have been surprised if the man had set up more than a dozen surveillance cameras around Wesley to watch him at all times.
That was right. The man who had come to the door with a gun was the very person Zhou Yi had wanted to find: Carlos, "Cross," the Assassin Alliance's top assassin—and Wesley's father!
"You came surprisingly fast, Carlos." Zhou Yi slowly backed away as he spoke.
"I thought I would have to keep this up for several days and come by a few more times before you found me, so... you weren't really watching Wesley every moment of every day, were you?"
"So you really did come for Wesley!" Carlos advanced as Zhou Yi retreated, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. He asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Who sent you? What do you want?!"
"Don't get worked up. I didn't come for Wesley." Zhou Yi spread his hands. "I came for you, but you were too hard to find. So I only needed to find Wesley, and naturally, I could wait for you to come to me."
"Very good. Then you have successfully found me." Carlos tightened his grip on his gun. "Tell me, what do you want from me?"
"Calm down. I said, calm down." Zhou Yi pressed a hand downward. "Finding you isn't a bad thing, so there's no need to point a gun at me."
"Words are cheap." Naturally, Carlos would not believe Zhou Yi so easily.
"Ah... fine." Zhou Yi sighed. "Friendly conversation requires both sides to be on equal footing. It seems I'll have to show you something."
"Then you'd better be careful." Carlos shifted the muzzle of his gun. "My gun is much faster than you think."
"That reminds me of someone." Zhou Yi smiled faintly. "He said the same thing before. But... do you know what happened to him?"
"I don't need to know." Carlos entered combat mode—what was known as the Assassin Bloodline. "He definitely wasn't faster than me."
"Yes, you're right. He definitely wasn't faster than you." Zhou Yi nodded. "But..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yi pushed off with his feet. The tremendous force stomped a small crater into the marble floor!
Bang! Carlos fired.
Under the light, the bullet gleamed amber. As it spun, it tore through the air with a piercing whistle.
Bullets fired from different guns by different people could produce entirely different results.
Fired from the modified pistol held by Assassin Master Carlos, this bullet could have taken one life—or even several.
But now—
The moment it left the barrel, its target was Zhou Yi.
And that meant it was destined to fail.
In Zhou Yi's vision, the bullet slowed to an unimaginable degree.
And Zhou Yi's body was more than capable of supporting movements even faster than that bullet.
Thus, before the bullet reached where Zhou Yi had originally stood, the reaction force from the ground had already propelled his entire body to the position it had just vacated.
He effortlessly snatched the pistol from Carlos's hand. By the time Zhou Yi stood behind Carlos, the bullet Carlos had fired finally struck the wall.
At least it had not been entirely wasted—it had hit something, after all.
"But..." Zhou Yi stood with his back to Carlos, examining the patterns on the pistol he had just taken as he said blandly, "you definitely aren't faster than me either."
"Who... are you?" Carlos did not dare move recklessly.
It was the first time he had experienced something so strange.
As an Assassin Master, aside from the necessary combat skills and Gun Fu, Carlos's Assassin Bloodline was naturally powerful as well—powerful enough to let him easily accomplish things ordinary people could never do.
But Carlos could say that what Zhou Yi had just done had completely exceeded the limits of his imagination.
With one kick, Zhou Yi had made a small crater in the marble floor. He had moved fast enough to dodge a bullet fired from a modified pistol within half a meter, and at a speed Carlos could not see even with his Assassin Bloodline activated, he had moved behind him.
Carlos immediately gave up any thought of continuing the fight. He knew himself well enough to understand that he truly could not defeat Zhou Yi.
Moreover, Zhou Yi had said earlier that finding Carlos was not a bad thing. He now had the ability to kill Carlos, yet had not acted, greatly strengthening the credibility of Zhou Yi's words in Carlos's eyes.
"It seems we can finally have a normal conversation now." Zhou Yi tossed the gun back to Carlos. "Nice gun. Modified?"
"Yes. The bullets are faster, have more penetrating power, and travel farther." Carlos answered instinctively, but quickly remembered that Zhou Yi had just dodged a bullet without even turning red or breathing hard, and he immediately felt somewhat awkward.
"Nothing else aside, you people really are impressive when it comes to modifying firearms and bullets." Zhou Yi recalled the two scenes of ultra-long-range precision sniping from the movie and sighed.
One was Gun Fu that curved bullets by flicking the gun; the other was ultra-long-range precision sniping. Those were the two most unscientific parts of that movie.
"You just said, 'you people'?" Carlos caught the information Zhou Yi had revealed.
"Yes, you people. You people of the Assassin Brotherhood." Zhou Yi nodded. "I came looking for you because of the Assassin Brotherhood."
"You... want to join?" Carlos guessed.
"No." Zhou Yi denied it, then corrected him. "I want to wipe it out."
Carlos: "???!!!"
"You want to destroy the Assassin Brotherhood?"
"Yes."
"And then you came looking for me?"
"That's right."
"You know who I am, right? I mean, my identity?"
"Of course. The Assassin Brotherhood's strongest assassin, code-named 'Cross,' with a peeping habit..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Carlos hurriedly cut him off. "How do I have a peeping habit? I admit you're strong, but you can't just make things up!"
"Really? So you're not a peeping tom?"
"Of course not!"
"Then why did I only take two turns around Wesley's home and glance at it a few times before you came to my door?"
"That's my son! I was just showing him an appropriate amount of concern!"
"Your so-called appropriate concern means spying through binoculars from less than twenty meters away?"
"I'm not, I didn't, don't make things up!"
"Mm-hm, fine, fine. Then you're not." Zhou Yi waved a hand, putting on the air of a magnanimous adult who would grudgingly believe such nonsense. "Let's talk business instead. Do you know the Templar Knights?"
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