Chapter 43 Chapter 43 So I'll give you a quick death.

Elio took a deep breath.

Arguing with a dead object, especially one with magical powers and even a sense of its own, was never a wise choice. And seriously, who would do that? Talk to their necklace?

Only a psychopath would do that. Absolutely. And Elio was definitely not a psychopath. And he certainly wouldn't be provoked by this evil creature. He would ignore the ring's provocation like any sane assassin would.

The Ring gleamed within his shirt. Elio calmly turned off the TV and left the room. Sean and Rebecca sat there, apparently busy assisting the other assassins remotely. Elio left them quietly without disturbing them.

"Silence, boy?" said the Ring. "I thought you had a deep impression of that day. You know, the head that exploded before you..."

There was a loud bang. Elio lost control of his strength and accidentally slammed the door.

The Ring whistled triumphantly. As passersby stared in surprise, Elio pulled up his hood and stepped into the shadows. Amidst the Ring's intermittent chatter, Elio pulled out his phone and called Willow.

"I've found a way, Willow," he said. "Where are you? We need to get to New York as soon as possible."

“Really?!” Willow exclaimed in surprise. “Wait a minute, Elio, I’ll—”

Willow hastily dropped the things in her hands and rushed into the room like a whirlwind. She quickly gathered her things, sweeping her clothes and bullets into her bag. She tiptoed to pull the box off the refrigerator, picked up the pistol inside, and tucked it behind her waist.

As she made all these preparations, her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation and excitement, like a high school girl looking forward to a vacation trip—like she should be.

But when a soft clicking sound came from the living room, Willow turned her head in alarm. She didn't ask. Her eyes were "sparkling" in another way. On the other side of the wall, her eagle eyes saw a red target just walk past the sofa and seem to stop where she dropped her phone; and another one was climbing in through the window.

Without hesitation, Willow immediately grabbed her bag and climbed out of the bedroom window.

When choosing a temporary place to stay, she carefully selected the surrounding environment. Nothing else mattered, what mattered was that when someone showed up uninvited, Willow could randomly step into any escape route.

Willow couldn't help but feel secretly proud of her foresight. With a super-British landing, she leaped into the alley, barely holding back a groan from her bruised knee. But there was no time to waste. She quickly scaled the building next door and onto the rooftop.

This was the straight path the assassins always excelled at. Unmatched, safe, and efficient—yet to those who knew them well, this escape route was also predictable.

A gun was pointed at Willow's head. Still holding onto the railing, Willow was forced to squat there, her eyes wide open in shock.

"Here it is," said the armed guard.

Willow bared her teeth at him like an irritated puppy.

"Are you sure this is 'it'?" the guard said into the intercom. "It looks like a little girl."

"Be careful, idiot," the person on the line replied. "It's killed more people than you and me."

"Seriously? I didn't notice anything at all." The guard tapped her forehead with the muzzle of his gun. "Hey..."

The next second, Willow slammed the guard's gun away. The bag hit the concrete floor of the rooftop with a heavy thud. The young girl jumped down from the railing, and the guard, unable to recapture his gun in time, took a few steps back and drew the pistol from his waist.

"It's the only successful 'artificial assassin,'" the intercom that had been thrown to the ground began to play. "Do you know what this means?"

Willow raised an eyebrow. This small movement didn't slow her down at all. At the same moment the guard drew his gun, she kicked out—the setting sun, her blonde hair flying behind her like a golden waterfall—and the gun flew away. The guard, whose wrist was kicked, felt a sharp pain and almost thought his entire arm was broken!

"Not only has it mastered all the skills of an assassin," the intercom said, "but based on practice, it also possesses extraordinary strength..."

Willow burst into laughter. The guard, who was drawing his dagger, was stunned for a moment by her laughter. He looked up, terrified, to see the young girl had ducked down and charged directly at him. The guard, fully equipped with body armor, tactical vest, helmet, and goggles, was dazzled by the blow to the stomach, almost thinking he'd been knocked over by the shockwave of the explosion. But the reckless calf didn't let him fall. Instead, it pushed him all the way off the rooftop.

"...So you'd better say that password right away to prevent her from killing you first." The intercom continued, "Now I say a word, and you say a word."

Naturally, he got no response.

"Do you read that," the intercom said, "Soldier?"

He was answered by a loud gunshot.

"Thanks for the explanation, asshole."

Willow passed by the intercom and picked up the bag that had fallen on the spot. Her eagle vision had a limited range and could not identify the targets on the street, but her naked eyes could easily tell her how suspicious the cars that came and the men in black who jumped out of the cars looked.

Under the gentle caress of the setting sun, she began to run. Faster, Willow, she said to herself, the faster the better!

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"It's too late, lad," said the Ring. "You know it. Bad things always happen to you and those around you. It never stops—and really, you never find anything good in your fortune cookies, do you?"

The whistling wind blew across Elio's cheeks and ears. He said nothing, just tightened the throttle again. The engine roared in fear, and the motorcycle rushed out like crazy; Elio had never ridden so fast before, but he still wanted to go faster, faster, almost flying to the bottom of Willow's building.

The cars surrounding the building had not yet left. They had just received a notification that the target was escaping and were about to get in their cars to give chase when they heard a roar approaching from afar.

The motorcycle slammed down the street, taking the nearest side road. Elio came to a screeching halt on a high step, his front wheel lifted and then slammed down. He saw them. Quickly, the assassin discerned their color and number; coincidentally, they were clustered together, so close together that at first glance they resembled bowling balls.

A crazy idea came into the assassin's mind. He grinned and laughed.

At the bottom of the long staircase, someone looked up while listening to the intercom.

A rider without a helmet was parked there, his unkempt black hair flying in the wind, his eyes fixed on them with a dangerous green light; when the guard realized something was wrong and shouted to his companions to draw their guns, Elio had already turned his wrist and screwed the accelerator to the bottom!

The motorcycle roared like a beast, charging down. Gunfire rang out, but it couldn't stop the car from hurtling down. Before plunging into the crowd, the assassin released his grip and used his grappling gun to haul himself up into the air. Several people scattered to escape, but the motorcycle's momentum was unstoppable, overturning the human bowling balls. Amidst the resounding thuds of impact, the mid-air assassin drew a pistol from his waist and aimed it at the car's gas tank.

In the chaos, his gunshots were almost inaudible.

But then, the car's fuel tank exploded with a loud bang!

Flames leaped, the heat practically licking Elio's face. The shockwave slammed through his body, sending him sprawling onto the rooftop. Elio lay there, gasping for breath, then quickly rolled to his feet. His fingers touched the crater in the ground. The assassin paused briefly, then swept across the rooftop.

There had been a battle here. Under Eagle Vision, the details gleamed with golden light. But now was not the time to investigate. Elio glanced down. There were only a few people still alive at the explosion site. Only one person was still struggling to survive, trying his best to climb out.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a dagger fell from the sky and pierced through the back of his hand.

"Speak!" Elio roared, "or I'll break every bone in your body!"

“I say!” The man lying on the ground screamed in pain, “We came here…hiss…to catch an escaped humanoid weapon…but we didn’t catch it! It’s very smart, very cunning——”

What he said was correct, at least from his perspective. That was exactly what he had been told. But it was clear that the Devil Assassin, who had just set off the explosion and was now interrogating him, was not satisfied with his statement.

"It's 'she,'" Elio said, stepping on the wound on his back caused by the explosion. "Not 'it.'"

The guard howled and repeatedly admitted his fault. Elio turned a deaf ear to him. "Who is your boss? Who ordered you to do this?"

The flames burned, and the explosions seemed to have subsided, but they could still hear the crackling noises. The guards muttered vaguely, "We don't know... They're hiding in the darkness..."

"Are you from Hydra?" Elio said.

"What?!"

"Oh, so the answer is 'yes,'" Elio said, twitching on his toes. "Isn't it?"

"yes!!"

This wasn't hard to guess; after all, he had already slain all the Templars in Blüdhaven. Elio, having gotten his answer, drew his gun from his waist and pointed it at the guard's head. The guard struggled in disbelief, "I answered your question!"

"So I'll give you a quick death."

Gunshot.

Elio turned and left. A second explosion sounded behind him, but the assassin did not look back.