‘Crack, click, click, click, click!’

The most hidden secret place of Mutual Aid Association Castle.

In the room where the fate loom is located.

The fate loom is still weaving itself.

It looks quite novel.

Lycra was sitting carelessly on the Loom of Destiny, browsing Sloan's little secrets at will.

In this room, only Sloan could enter, and Sloan's safe was also hidden here.

There is Sloan's property list, relationship network records, and 2 million cash...

Lycra is all behind.

Besides, there is something...

The real assassination target that the loom has spitted out over the years.

Sloan, this idiot.

How can you take such a risk to make the words fall into the hands of others?

Forget it, the dead are the most important.

Leica looked at the list carefully, and to be honest, that's all.

Deloris Ebennasi, Megatron, Magneto, and Ronan, accuser.

Many goals actually coincide with the board's public reward list.

Moreover, with the ability of the Mutual Aid Association, some of them cannot be killed at all.

In addition, there are some guys who look very pure for the time being, but will turn black soon.

For example, Breaking Bad, who is still a chemistry teacher, and clown who is still playing clown on the street.

Ouch, Obatia Stein.

The second in command of Stark Group, Tony Stark's mentor and big brother.

In a short while, Tony Stark will be sold to the Middle East to be Iron Man.

This...it's better not to kill...

Kill...who snaps his fingers from now on?

So, this fate loom is not as useful as this young master...

kindness?

Sheldon Coupa???

What the hell?

Leica threw the assassination information underground and stepped on it.

"What's wrong, so angry?"

Leica turned around and looked.

Winston is here.

Smiling.

Leica curled her lips: "If you can't be angry, you just think fate is nothing."

“I don’t agree with this very much.”

Winston sighed, "Maybe it was fate that made you say at this time and here, fate is nothing?"

Damn, I'm the most annoying of such people.

Saying it means not saying it.

"Are you satisfied with the current result?" Leica pointed at the surroundings with her finger.

Winston smiled slightly: "Not only am I satisfied, everyone is satisfied."

This is exactly what Leica plans.

The Council wants to merge with the Mutual Aid Association, and also their arc gun technology, therapeutic bathtub technology, and Destiny loom.

Now, except for Firefox and Sloan, the Mutual Aid Association has been incorporated into the Council.

The workers who carried the Loom of Destiny were already waiting outside the door.

As for Winston, he didn't want an independent kingdom in the hotel in the New York mainland that he managed.

Sloan died, and the killer of the Mutual Aid Association who joined the Council no longer killed people as directed by the loom.

So there will be no independent kingdom in the mainland hotel in Winston.

Finally, it's Lycra!

He wants money...

Before Sloan's death, he had signed the asset custody contract.

Everyone is happy, right?

Except Sloan.

Winston looked around: "What are you going to do with this castle."

This castle, including all assets of Mutual Aid Association, is under Sloan's name.

In other words, after paying the estate tax and completing the transfer process, they all belong to Leica.

"Sold!" Leica did not think, "Along with Sloan's other fixed assets at home and abroad, all of them were cashed out, and then..."

Ah, that's bad!

But it's too late!

"Then, you will share half of these assets to the Mutual Aid Association... aren't they the killers of the original Mutual Aid Association?" Winston continued Leica's words lightly.

The eyes are a bit complicated.

Leica quickly spread her hands: "Heaven and earth are so conscience, you can treat this money as a signing bonus for them to change jobs. I just fulfill my promise, and it is not a win over people's hearts!"

This is probably what Winston fears the most.

Leica will take mutual aid as a feather.

"You don't have to rush to defend yourself." Winston smiled again, "I can still tell who has ambitions and who doesn't have one."

Those who have no ambitions are friends, and those who have ambitions are enemies.

"That's great," promised Leka, "I really didn't think about having a small gang in your mainland hotel."

temporary…

"I said it, I believe it."

Winston patted Lycra on the shoulder, "It's time to talk about your reward."

"Yeah, that."

This is the point.

"First of all, 465 gold coins have been deposited into your account in the mainland hotel and you can withdraw them at any time."

Lyca frowned.

465 pieces.

That is, the disciple-level killer is paid less than one and a half years.

However, considering that the numbers are so accurate, they must have calculated carefully and there is no room for bargaining.

"Thank you." Leica blinked, "Is there any?"

"You have upgraded again, from disciple to nightmare."

Hey, I'm on par with the Smiths.

Further up there is pain, and then there is purgatory on the ceiling of mortals.

Winston continued to laugh, "The average time it takes for the council killer to rise to a nightmare is seven years, and it only takes eighteen months."

"Yes, I think it's been a little longer." Leica's tone was very sincere.

But there is nothing he can do about this. He only traveled through time half a year ago.

"But...this is no longer important to you." Winston smiled, "The new consul has already pointed out that you are her direct killer."

"Tsk, isn't it just a person who serves tea and water to repair the light bulb?" Lycra said disdainfully, "Whoever loves to behave!"

This is not that I don’t want to help Lucy, but that I don’t want to help the identities of the subordinates!

Only those who have experienced the same situation understand the subtleties in this area.
To be continued...