Chapter 105: Asking for Help
"Wait, Bro…"
Mindy's voice, trying to stop him, was a step too late again.
Well, actually, it wasn't that she was too late; it was that once Mo Fei got excited, even she couldn't stop him.
She knew that no matter how much Mo Fei subconsciously valued firearms and boxing, deep down, he treated everything like a game. Once he started playing, he basically couldn't stop until he had his fill.
This was one of the drawbacks of Mo Fei being self-taught.
"Forget it. Anyway, Professor should have a sense of proportion, nothing will happen. Let Bro play!" Mindy shrugged helplessly.
Yes, Mindy had already recognized who the newcomer was from the laughter—it was her first master, Cross.
But as the lights fully came on… "Stop! Stop! It's a misunderstanding! Stop it, kid! Damn it! If it weren't for my serious injuries right now, how could I be humiliated by a mere child?!"
Cross, the top assassin master in Mindy's mind, was now rolling on the ground like a snake or a weasel, nimbly dodging the bullets Mo Fei kept firing.
His movements were strikingly similar to the 'Snake-Form Weasel-Flip Technique' she had read about in Wuxia novels.
"Bro, stop! He's my master." Mindy quickly pressed down on the P226 that Mo Fei was holding with both hands.
"He's your master? That rolling gourd?" Mo Fei stopped, a little surprised, then pouted, "Pah! And a top assassin! Is this all he is?"
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Cross, who was practicing the Snake-Form Weasel-Flip Technique on the floor, was internally collapsing. This wasn't the script he had written!
In his script, this should have been an interactive scene. He would be sitting at the table, and if Mindy noticed his presence, he would shoot down her bullet and praise her a couple of times. If Mindy didn't discover him in advance, he would ambush her with a bullet, criticize her for regressing, and he would remain seated and still throughout, a very imposing entrance.
But because of the variable Mo Fei… that hateful kid actually tampered with his script without authorization!
Cross, who had fallen to the ground, was helped up by Mindy. Due to his overly strenuous movements, his wounds, which had been slowly healing, reopened, and blood flowed all over the floor.
Cross had a very ordinary appearance, the kind you'd see anywhere. According to Mindy, top assassins generally had common appearances, with very few being outstandingly attractive, as it made it easier to disguise themselves and harder to be recognized.
Handsome men and beautiful women, if they became assassins, were most likely to die halfway.
Matching his unremarkable appearance was the image of an unkempt middle-aged man: scruffy beard, listless demeanor, wearing a gray-black jacket stained with blood, clearly not lightly injured.
It was fortunate that since Mo Fei's accident in the Hunger Games World, Mindy had forcibly installed a silencer on his gun; otherwise, the sudden gunshots at home would have inevitably attracted the neighbors' attention.
"Kid, you should be glad my temper isn't as fiery as it was when I was young, otherwise… Ahhh!!"
Mo Fei casually withdrew his hand from Cross's wound.
Hmm, there was even a finger mark on it? When did that appear? Strange!
Cross's outer jacket was removed, and his injuries were immediately clear: he had five gunshot wounds.
One shot in his right arm, one in his abdomen, one in his chest, and one in his back. They were casually bandaged and were still oozing blood. It was a wonder he could still make it to their house after so many shots.
"Professor, who exactly is your enemy this time? How could they injure you so badly?" Mindy asked in disbelief.
Mindy didn't know what Cross was like before she met him, but in her memory, she had never seen Cross injured since then.
No matter if the opponent was an executive, a wealthy person, a fellow assassin, or someone with strange abilities, Cross could always deal with them cleanly and without suffering any injuries himself.
For example, if Cross's opponents were people from Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, including Storm Ororo, Phoenix Jean, Cyclops Scott, and Professor X, as long as Cross considered them opponents, formulated tactics, and used ultra-long-range sniping, it was not impossible for him to eliminate them without a scratch!
But now, Cross was severely injured and on the verge of death. To put it bluntly, not to mention Mindy wanting to kill Cross now, even a random assassin rookie would be enough to kill this severely injured Cross.
"This…" Cross coughed, "It's Wesley."
Cross then thoroughly recounted to Mindy the story of what had happened since they last parted.
After Wesley was taken away by the Assassin Alliance, he was immediately trained as an ace against Cross.
Because the Assassin Alliance headquarters had a miraculous recovery liquid, Wesley underwent almost cruel training methods, frantically digging into his hidden potential to quickly grow him into a top assassin capable of controlling Bullet Time and Curved Shot.
And Wesley indeed lived up to expectations. Encouraged by Fire Fox, he mastered Bullet Time and Curved Shot within a mere two weeks, instantly becoming a World-class assassin.
Of course, for a true World-class assassin, being able to kill was not the most important thing; tactical awareness and various auxiliary abilities were more crucial. But these were not important to Wesley, because the Assassin Alliance trained him solely to use him to kill Cross, not to become a true assassin.
Finally learning how to kill, Wesley was at last released from his lair by that old fox, Sloan.
He had Wesley and Fire Fox team up to jointly target Cross.
After Wesley was brought into the Assassin Alliance headquarters, Cross frantically purged the Assassin Alliance's branches, demonstrating his power in an attempt to force Sloan out.
But Sloan, that old fox, was like he had cultivated a divine turtle shell technique, hiding in his lair motionless and not allowing Wesley to leave, leaving Cross helpless like a weasel trying to bite a turtle—no way to start!
And Cross didn't dare to directly attack the Assassin Alliance headquarters right now. He was, of course, already the strongest assassin in the Assassin Alliance, but while there were no assassins stronger than him, weren't there assassins almost as strong? A hero can't stand against many. If the remaining assassins of the Assassin Alliance all fought together, Cross was self-aware enough to know he couldn't win.
So Cross could only wait on the periphery.
When Wesley was released, Cross breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately, he wanted to quickly pull Wesley away from that den of iniquity, the Assassin Alliance. But he hadn't expected that the current Wesley already regarded him as an irreconcilable patricidal enemy. Upon seeing him, Wesley's eyes instantly turned red, and without distinguishing right from wrong, he immediately unleashed a volley of bullets.
Even when he finally managed to find an opportunity to speak, telling Wesley that he was actually his father, he was disrupted by the woman next to Wesley.
It was normal; between a scruffy old man and a ***, any normal person would know who to believe.
His injuries, on the other hand, were sustained during a confrontation with the team Wesley led, specifically tasked with eliminating him. After killing an assassin with whom Wesley had a relatively good relationship within the Assassin Alliance, Wesley, whose inner 'Universe' erupted, inflicted those injuries.
"No wonder. I was wondering who could be so powerful as to injure you so badly, Professor." After listening to Cross's explanation, Mindy nodded.
"Mindy…" By the end, even with Cross's thick skin, he sounded a bit bitter, "I came here to ask for your help…"
As Cross mentioned the recovery liquid, Mo Fei gradually drifted off, recalling his innocent years of being brutally beaten by Mindy. What a sigh! Mindy only had a small stock left, and he had used most of it. Mindy had once said that the formula for that recovery liquid was only possessed by Sloan, the leader of the Assassin Alliance. Even Cross, who was once one of the three giants alongside Sloan in the Assassin Alliance, only had some in stock.
"Perhaps after taking down the Assassin Alliance, I can snatch the formula from them?" Mo Fei muttered, "This is a miracle drug! Once it can be mass-produced, it will probably be even more lucrative than the Great Strength Pill!"