Chapter 9, accelerate to the maximum, and let the rest take its course

The harsh sound of tires screeching filled Russell's ears as a box truck transporting pets suddenly burst out of the alley, slamming on the brakes right beside him

Russell practiced shooting at the shooting range in the factory. Due to the enhancement of his intelligence attributes, combined with the residual firearm memories from the subway police, he hit the humanoid targets with perfect accuracy. After emptying five magazines in succession, he decided to abandon the unchallenging practice.

If we were to score Russell's recent performance, the choice of crosses would be D, Double D, and no more than that

... ...

Russell moved his phone slightly away, as the roar of the cross was too deafening, nearly shaking the earwax out of his ears

As for asking passersby for Wesley's address, Russell did not resort to this method; what he needed was a chance encounter

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Russell listened to the static on his phone and glanced at the supermarket not far ahead, his heart began to race, and his instincts told him that it would soon become very dangerous here

What ! ?

The good news is that he did not aim for the head when he fired; otherwise, it would be difficult to find another outstanding assistant

The cross was not many handguns placed on the rack, this was not his stronghold, Russell could see that the cross had no intention of being candidly disclosed. However, it did not matter, Russell had read the original work and knew his greatest weakness, his son—Wesley

No, your abilities are sufficient, but your genes are lacking

All roads lead to Rome, but some people are born in Rome, and they are even the princes of Rome

The leader of the Brotherhood, Morgan Freeman, no, it is Leader Sloan who is the largest supplier of gauze in the textile factory, sitting on a mountain of treasure without realizing it. There are many ways to make money; why must he choose to kill? He could easily take the formula to apply for a patent, then open a factory to mass-produce a diluted version of the healing elixir

Some matters and some people cannot be avoided simply by wishing to do so. Just as Russell had turned around and taken a few steps, a gunshot suddenly rang out in the supermarket

Gazing at the moon rising after sunset, Russell abandoned his plan to search for Wesley, as there were too few clues, and it was highly likely that Wesley could appear before him without being recognized.

If the Child of Destiny truly exists, then in the world of the Assassin's League, Wesley is the Child of Destiny

Russell picked up the pistol and engaged in another hour of tedious practice, after which he gave up. The monotonous and rudimentary training only served to waste time and did not provide him with any improvement

The cross, with a pained expression, submerged Russell in the somewhat murky pool and said stiffly: "That's enough for tonight, we will continue tomorrow. You should rest well for now"

This is a normal reaction to wound recovery, as discomfort is caused by the rapid healing process. The murky liquid in the pool is not simple; in the world of the "Assassin Alliance," aside from bullet time and the loom, the most fantastical element is the medicinal bath in which he is currently soaking.

Because no one stipulated it, Wesley looked exactly like he did in the movies in the world he inhabited

In a lifetime, some individuals become legends, while others are utterly mediocre. When delving into the reasons, do you think it is due to your own lack of ability

Dodge - Viper SRT - 10

The cross rolled its eyes and dragged Russell into the car: "You drive, don't lose us... uh, how's your driving skill?"

Medications in water can be absorbed through skin contact, stimulating white blood cells and accelerating the recovery process for bruises, cuts, and fractures, allowing for recovery in just a few hours, which is significantly more reliable than the system proposed by Russell

With such a miraculous medicine in hand, dominating the medical field is merely a piece of cake, and becoming as wealthy as a nation is far from a dream

Russell shrugged without saying a word, took a bite of the drumstick from the family bucket, and the meaning was already very clear

This is an experienced driver

Russell put on his baseball cap and exited the factory, following the light rail route and searching according to the clues in his memory

However, Russell is completely unperturbed; he is excelling beyond expectations

Where the hell have you run off to again

The world of the Assassin Alliance is one that values bloodlines; without the adrenaline of a strong bloodline, one cannot become a top assassin. Wesley surpassed the efforts of many geniuses who had worked for 20 years in just two weeks. Who can one reason with about this?

Wesley's rental house is located near the light rail, yet Russell discovered that the area is filled with old-style rental houses of three to five stories; there is an ATM next to Wesley's home, but Russell has already found more than thirty ATMs; Wesley often buys medication to suppress anxiety attacks at a supermarket near his home, while Russell has found five supermarkets along the light rail tracks, each selling this medication

After a loud explosion, a young man dressed in a dark blue coat rushed out in a panic

I have been waiting for you in the factory for a long time, going out to find something to eat. My current location is ... ... '' Russell looked around and saw a supermarket named 'THE EGG STORE', next to it was an ATM embedded in the wall

There is nothing else, it has inflated!

"Fcuk, what are you doing here?" The cross was taken aback, this is quite a coincidence

Holding the bucket of fried chicken in his arms, Russell wandered under the streetlights, when suddenly his phone in his pocket rang.

Russell waited for a while, and seeing that the cross was still not arriving, he decided to go out in search of food, his stomach growling with hunger. The effects of the medicinal bath were remarkably effective; his injuries had completely healed, and it was impossible to tell that he had been shot the night before. In contrast, he was now very hungry

You are right, I will go back now

After satisfying his hunger, Russell returned to the factory, yet there was still no sign of the cross-shaped ghost. He speculated that the other party might be spying on the daily life of the green-hatted son’s girlfriend, making it impossible to type with both hands, or perhaps was in the midst of pursuing a target

"Alright, as long as you are alive, it doesn't matter where you are right now. Hurry back to the factory and stay there. The Brotherhood's assassins are nearby, so be careful." After saying this, the Cross hung up the phone

If Sloan goes to a certain point, it is undoubtedly a sure failure...'' Russell closed his eyes, his body submerged in the water

Russell leaned against the wall, his gaze firmly locked onto the young man with a disheveled appearance. Although there were slight changes in his features compared to Russell's memories, his intuition told him that the young man before him was Wesley

Before he still had any utilitarian value, Russell decided to indulge himself first

I am, of course, here to eat; otherwise, what else could I be doing

The figure of the cross left without looking back, and every time I recall Russell's decisive posture when he was shot, it gives me a headache. I initially thought that with a little guidance, Russell would quickly become proficient, but it now seems that I was overly idealistic about him

On the other side, Wesley, in a state of panic, ran into the parking lot and was taken away by a sleek red supercar.

Soaking in the pool, Russell felt a slight itch on the wound on his thigh, along with several injuries sustained during the day, as if ants were crawling over the wounds, which was quite uncomfortable

At the headquarters of the Brotherhood, in Textile Factory No. 17, there is a place known as the Rehabilitation Room, which also features a pool of potions that facilitate rapid healing of injuries

The tradition of American muscle cars is to maximize engine displacement, and the SRT-10 is a quintessential representative of this ethos, featuring a 600-horsepower 8.4-liter engine. With greater displacement, higher power, and increased torque, it is akin to a ferocious viper on the attack

Swish

Speaking of Wesley, Russell felt it necessary to make contact with him. This kid became exceptionally talented later on; apart from the cross, he was the most impressive. Since he is still a rookie now, it is essential to invest in him.

Alright, let's consider it as familiarizing myself with the terrain; at least when being chased, I won't run into a dead end

"Fasten your seatbelt, and be sure to obey traffic regulations, we are about to hit the road..." Russell secured his seatbelt, his gaze instantly sharpened, and he pressed the accelerator to the floor.

The next day, Russell's biological clock automatically woke him up. He broke free from the completely solidified potion on the surface, crawled out of the pool, and after changing his clothes, he waited left and right but did not see the figure of the cross.

The cross swallowed hard, instinctively fastening his seatbelt. He sensed a powerful, heart-stopping presence emanating from Russell, a force possessed only by those who have reached the pinnacle in a certain field

It is still KFC, not because of a lack of options due to poverty, but because junk food is high in calories and can replenish the energy expended

Russell anticipated that the cross would suddenly fire, but he did not expect it to fire twice. It is evident that with his current strength, dealing with top assassins without the aid of cards is quite challenging for him

Russell also had a pained expression; the portrayal on television of someone being shot yet remaining vigorous is entirely misleading. He was merely shot in the thigh, which essentially rendered him incapable of fighting. Those who continue to retaliate with their guns after being shot in the arms, or those who remain standing despite being hit by a dozen bullets, I truly do not understand what kind of physiological structure they possess

Russell nodded repeatedly: "This car is great, what do you think?"

Driving skills are average, accelerate fully, and leave the rest to fate

Although doing so is likely to anger the Cross, this matter cannot be blamed on him; it was merely a chance encounter. How could he have known that Wesley was the son of the Cross

Russell: "... ..."