Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Anyway, he must have killed a lot of people. ...
"Uh, actually, I can find my own way to get checked out?"
"No, you can't."
Elio frowned slightly. He sensed something amiss, but unfortunately, his ability to read people's expressions was completely useless in the grayscale vision. He didn't realize he had missed the doctor's look at the two security guards, nor had he missed the chance to detect their menacing expressions.
But at the same time, Elio was fortunately very familiar with that "feeling" when danger was approaching.
The doctor sat there, seemingly smiling and staring at him. Two security guards slowly approached him. He couldn't see their expressions, but Elio noticed their arched backs and their hands reaching behind their backs - damn, they were actually pulling out guns!
"Bang!"
Elio leaped to his feet, the armrests of the chair tightly clenched in his hands, when the metal chair suddenly danced in front of him, unexpectedly knocking over two security guards.
He wasted no time, leaving the security guard's cries of pain and the doctor's scolding far behind him; Elio rushed out the same way he came. The lights in the corridor flickered, and the gray particles of the wall dissipated in the air, swaying in the field of vision that only he could see.
"Stop, Elliot Smith!" someone yelled from behind. "Or we'll shoot!"
Elio wasn't that stupid. He rushed to the elevator and punched the button. Footsteps hurriedly followed, and it sounded like there were more than two or three people. Elio hammered the button a few more times anxiously, but the elevator descended slowly, showing no sympathy for his feelings.
The footsteps were getting closer.
Elio took a deep breath. He looked around, hoping to find something useful. Just then, he noticed two golden doors light up around the corner.
The elevator was still descending. Without a second thought, Elio rushed over and saw the door marked "Emergency Exit."
"That's so fitting." Elio muttered.
He quickly slipped into the passage, and just after going down a few steps, he turned back as if he had thought of something, took off his coat, and quickly tied the handles behind the door together.
At that moment, the elevator finally arrived and opened its doors. The medical staff inside glanced puzzled at the empty hallway and pressed the close button. The elevator continued to descend. The security guards who had followed just in time saw the elevator door close. They rushed over and punched the elevator button, but the elevator continued to descend unmoved.
"Don't let that provocative assassin get away!" The bald security captain pulled out his intercom. "Send the elevator back to the fourth floor. I want to see what he can do with a giant, uncontrollable iron box."
"Received." The monitoring room replied.
"Team Two, return immediately." The bald man continued to order, "I want you to guard every door."
"Will the assassin go through the door?" someone asked.
They stared at each other for a moment, then the bald man angrily cursed, "Don't we have enough people to guard every window? Go, idiot!"
The scolded security guard ran towards the escape passage in a hesitant manner. But when he tried to open the door, he found that there seemed to be some resistance behind it.
"Is this door locked?" he muttered in confusion.
"What are you dawdling for?"
"Report, this door is locked!"
The bald man frowned. The elevator to the fourth floor opened and the security guard at the door immediately drew his gun, but was stopped by the bald man.
"Hold your fire," he ordered.
Inside the door, the medical staff who were pressing buttons faced several gunshots with questioning faces.
"Uh... Captain Gunnar?" The medic hesitantly raised his hands. "I swear I'll pay you back the fifty bucks I owe you tomorrow?"
Bald Gunnar and he looked at each other.
"Damn it!" he suddenly shouted, "The assassin took the fire escape!"
He immediately left the medical staff in the elevator and quickly walked to the fire escape door, pushing aside the team members who were in the way. With a bang, Gunnar kicked the door open.
"You guys, go down and search." Gunnar judged from experience that the assassin would go to a higher place, "The rest of you, follow me up!"
"yes!"
Meanwhile, Elio, completely unaware of his own identity, had already reached the second floor. At the corner, he grasped the railing, flipped over, and landed steadily on the last flight of stairs.
'Beautiful!' Elio thought.
But at this moment, unfortunately, the step he was standing on had fallen into disrepair and some insignificant debris had slipped off. Elio noticed this and looked down, but it was too late. His foot slipped and he tumbled down the last floor.
A patient waiting on the first floor heard a rumbling noise in the fire escape and turned in surprise. The noise soon stopped, and the door was forcefully pushed open from the inside. A dusty, black-haired young man strode out. He casually brushed off the dust on his body, then meticulously combed his messy curls back with his fingers, muttering to himself, "It's okay, no one saw..."
Then Elio paused. Perhaps because of the hard fall, his vision suddenly returned to normal. But because of this, he found that everyone in the hall was looking at him.
There was a brief silence.
"He's bleeding!"
The nurse who reacted first grabbed what was at hand and ran over.
Elio, overwhelmed by the rush of adrenaline, failed to notice his injuries. Confused, he examined them and saw a bloody scrape on his elbow. His knee was also throbbing with pain, and other parts of his body seemed to be screaming in pain, probably because he had just fallen down the stairs.
"It's nothing serious," Elio declined. "I can handle it myself."
"This is a hospital, kid."
The nurse ignored him. Her scrutinizing gaze, as stern as a tabby professor's, captivated Elio, who was momentarily speechless. The hem of his blood-soaked short-sleeve was immediately lifted by the nurse. As the gauze pressed against it, Elio's attempt at a "I'm in a hurry" was instantly replaced by a hiss.
He looked down and saw that it was a bruise caused by the bullet that had grazed his waist, and bleeding was pouring out.
"You should be more careful, young man." The old man with an IV drip nearby commented slowly, "My little grandson is just like you, always irritable..."
"You should be more careful, Mr. Li," the nurse said. "Don't push a cart out selling hot dogs at night anymore. Honestly, it's not always possible for a superhero to come to your rescue."
"…I jumped off a building like Spider-Man and nearly broke my back…"
Elio glanced at him and saw that the old man with the name tag "Stan" on his chest was wearing headphones, shaking his head and talking to himself. The nurse was obviously used to this. While applying pressure to Elio to stop the bleeding, she asked casually, "For young people of your age, this is not common. How did you get hurt?"
Elio blinked, clutching the hem of his coat. Before he could think of what to say, his vision suddenly shifted to a gray fog. The people in the hall were once again a blur of gray shadows, and a few red dots were walking in from the door.
"…I have to go," Elio said suddenly. The red halo didn't seem like a good omen. He picked up the hem of his shirt, mumbled a thank you to the nurse, grabbed a nearby bandage, quickly wrapped it around himself, and tied a knot.
"Do you have a back door here?" he asked.
The nurse's puzzled expression was blurred in the gray shadows. "...over there?"
"Thank you so much."
He could already hear footsteps thumping in the fire escape. Elio took off running, gunshots following him, and screams echoing down the hall.
"...Another time he brandished a shield, imitating the Amazons." The old man muttered unconsciously, "But everyone knows that there are no male warriors on Paradise Island..."
The nurse pushed him under the seat. The stray bullet narrowly grazed the old man's clothes, burning a hole.
"What happened?" The old man finally took off his headphones shakily and looked around in confusion. "The Chitauri invaded again?"
"Everyone, please seek shelter nearby. Do not panic, and do not push or shove," the radio announced. "Security is pursuing a patient with a sudden mental illness who is causing harm. Witnesses, please report this to the nearest location. The patient is named 'Elliot Smith,' a white male of medium build, approximately six feet tall, with black curly hair..."
Even with his vision fogged up, Elio could still guess the expressions on the faces turned toward him. He cursed inwardly and tried to hurry toward the side door, but the people around him began to cry out in surprise, and some even bumped into him in their desperate attempts to escape.
"I'm so sorry!"
It was the panicked voice of a middle-aged man. Elio didn't have time to argue with him and simply tried to push him away. But in the few seconds of shoving and shouting, the security guard behind them hurried over and pointed his gun at them.
Elio turned his head with a sense of realization. The bullet spun out of the muzzle, and for a moment, time seemed to slow down. Elio pressed his palm against the middle-aged man's chest, trying to push him away. The middle-aged man's cry was mixed with his plea for mercy.
"I have three children to raise—"
"Bang!"
Elio froze in place. The gray figure before him suddenly lost a piece of itself. Something flew into his face, hot and lumpy, like freshly cooked oatmeal. The middle-aged man fell silent and slid softly to the ground.
Elio nearly slipped and fell. The sudden eruption of screams and cries around him woke him. He pulled up his short-sleeved shirt, wiped his face, and continued running toward the side door. The sound of gunfire continued to chase him. Elio took a few steps when his legs suddenly gave way, his back buckled, and he nearly vomited his breakfast.
But he didn't spit it out. He just retched uncontrollably a few times, tears streaming down his face, and then continued running forward.
The bullet narrowly missed his shoulder.
"Don't hit the wrong spot again, idiot," the security guard who fell behind him cursed his companion in a low voice, "It says to catch him alive."
"Oh ok," they said as they passed the body on the ground, "what about this?"
"It's none of our business. Just say it was an assassin. He must have killed a lot of people anyway."
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Here are some additional settings related to the Assassin's Creed series:
1. The Assassins (the Brotherhood) and the Templars (Abstergo Corporation) are two distinct factions, often at odds with each other; the former pursue freedom, while the latter seek to maintain order. The Assassins tend to hide in obscurity, while the Templars are generally powerful and bourgeois.
To put it simply: they are enemies.
2. Assassins have a chance of inheriting "Isu bloodline", can jump from great heights without getting hurt (Leap of Faith), can use special vision to judge other people's camps (Eagle Vision, can see red as enemies, green as allies, gold as targets/interactive objects, blue as police officers), and can perform stealth, assassination and other operations.
For a quick summary: Assassins are vigilantes with super powers (?
3. Regarding the Artifacts of Eden: These artifacts were the primary targets of the Assassins and Templars, who sought to use them to achieve world domination and control, fulfilling their ideals. The Assassins seized the Artifacts to prevent them from falling into the hands of the Templars, and to use them for learning, developing new equipment, and fighting.
To summarize briefly: The Artifact of Eden is a super magical god-level equipment.
4. If you want to briefly summarize what happened to our protagonist Oreo: He suddenly awakened his identity as an assassin, but knew nothing about it. He accidentally entered Abstergo Hospital, the headquarters of the Knights Templar, to see a doctor, and then he was wanted [dog head] and his ups and downs in life began from then on!
P.S. By the way, I'd like to recommend the next Assassin's Creed mixed with DC and other British and American fan fiction~
[British and American] Do you also have a dual identity?
As both a student of criminal sociology and a member of the secretive Brotherhood of Assassins, Julian thought his investigation in Blüdhaven was going well.
But he still encountered several hairy problems, some big and some small. The big one was that the city's superhero "Nightwing" always appeared mysteriously near his night activities, making the assassin very anxious; the small one was that his beloved boyfriend, Officer Grayson, was so busy that he was always missing even during non-duty hours, which was quite suspicious.
Sooner or later, Julian would have a good talk with them. Of course, the assassin would talk to Nightwing, and Julian would talk to Grayson. As a person with a dual identity, Julian always thought he managed this double life very well.
But what Julian didn't know was that his tentative conversation partner was not two, but one.
—Bloodhaven's superhero and star police officer are one and the same. He's also struggling to maintain his dual identity, and it won't be long before Nightwing discovers his boyfriend and Bloodhaven's new hooded assassin are one and the same.
As for whether they will greet each other warmly with "What a coincidence, you also have a dual identity?" or will tacitly fight each other, we don't know.
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