Yarn!

The fire fox pinched on his fingertips were yarns drawn from the gauze!

In the bang of his head, a hot flame slowly burned from the bottom of the fire fox's heart.

"Huh!" Taking a light breath, the firefox pressed the flame in her heart, put the yarn on the workbench, and looked at a piece of gauze on the workbench with a little panic and cold look. After noticing a thread that was half pulled out, she finally got an answer that made her hands and feet cold.

Sloan is forging a target to assassinate!

The gauze is woven by the fate loom, and Sloan interprets the fate gauze and gets the name of the assassination target from it.

And now, the gauze of fate is being tampered with by others! Or, is there never any gauze of fate?

Thinking of the second possibility, Firefox felt his heart beat up suddenly, and his whole body seemed to be hit by a giant hammer. His head became bored and he lost the ability to think.

After a while, a whisper appeared from the mouth of the Firefox.

"No, no, it won't be like this. Destiny exists, destiny gauze exists. If there is an error, it is also the reason why Sloan made a private modification!"

She could not deny the existence of fate, otherwise, she would have denied her beliefs for so many years and denied why she existed.

After whispering, the Firefox returned a little bit of energy, looked at him with a certain look, and began to look for new evidence in the archives.

With just a few threads and a piece of gauze, she could not completely confirm Sloan's crime.

"Yes, that's not enough!"

Firefox looked painful. Perhaps she knew that what she didn't say was not enough, but not enough to decide Sloan's crime, but not enough to break the belief she had established over the years, so she was so entangled.

But, after she got new evidence, the dust settled.

Taking the assassination lists he found from the secret lattice in the archives, the Firefox looked pale and bloody.

Her name, Sloan's name, and other assassins in the Mutual Aid Association were all on the assassin's list.

She didn't know if the list was true or the fake list produced by Sloan, but these were nothing important. What was important was what she believed and what she should do.

The next moment, the Firefox seemed to have thought of something and showed a relieved smile.

What is wrong is not the guidance of fate, but the fake Sloan. Since they are all on the list, then let's die!

Kill one person and save a thousand people... The crumbling belief is hard to maintain in the cold murderous intent of the Firefox...

The picture was frozen on Firefox's face, and the relieved smile made Russell sigh.

Putting down the drink that had been warmed by himself, Russell, who had not moved for a long time, twisted his neck and said, "When did this happen?"

The picture from Firefox entering the archives was not transmitted in real time. Russell had already discovered this when the picture started to play.

"This is what happened when you were talking to Nick Fury." Looking at the watch, Caesar said lightly: "One hour ago."

"Oh?" Russell sat upright and asked, "What is the situation now? What has Firefox done?"

"She quietly restored everything in the archives to its original state, left the archives, and is now sleeping in her room." Caesar gave a very unexpected answer to Russell.

"Sleep?" Russell blinked and felt the tranquility before the storm.

After pondering, Russell said slowly: "Caiser, I have to work hard for you next..."

If Firefox did not start to deal with the Mutual Aid Association as he expected, he would be polite.

Caesar nodded and said coldly: "If she is in danger, will she save her? Master?"

“Will it be troublesome?”

"No!" Caesar's voice was very affirmative.

"Then let's save it." Russell said casually, stretched his waist, stood up, and said, "If there is any new situation, please notify me."

"Okay, young master." Caesar nodded, followed Russell and walked out of the movie room together.

...

At night, in the silent Mutual Aid Association textile factory, Caesar, who was not noticed by anyone, sat quietly like a ghost, paying attention to all the movements in the textile factory.

A delicate bird fell from mid-air, stood on Caesar's fingers, gently pecking at its feathers, bringing new news to Caesar.

After stretching out a finger and gently touching the hummingbird's head, Caesar directly connected the hummingbird. Through the parasite released by the hummingbird, he saw the firefox that began to move in the textile factory.

Firefox's goal is clear, Sloan.

Touching Sloan's room, in the dark, the Firefox followed the memory of where Sloan was sleeping, letting the weapon in his hand spit out flames and shoot a rain of bullets. When Sloan's sleeping bed was covered, the lights suddenly lit up in the morning, which shocked the Firefox.

The body subconsciously started to move, but the cold black gun barrel hit the back of her head.

The body stiffened, and the Firefox looked at Sloan who was walking out from behind her, and several mutual aid assassins who stood around the room and pointed their guns at her.

"Firefox, I didn't expect you to betray us!" Sloan looked sad, as if he had suffered a very big blow.

However, since Sloan appeared, he had been staring at the other party's Firefox, but he saw a trace of gratitude and ruthlessness in Sloan's eyes.

Sloan should indeed be glad that if he hadn't noticed that the positions of the yarn he pulled out on the workbench were inconsistent with what he usually placed, he wouldn't have thought that someone had broken into the archives, nor that the person who broke into was the Firefox.

However, no matter who it is, everything is over, and Sloan is still the winner.

Just like the cross marked by him, the Firefox will also become a traitor, but unfortunately, the Firefox is not lucky enough to escape tonight.

Looking at Sloan's current face, Firefox suddenly felt disgusted.

With a sneer, the Firefox said lightly: "You won."

In order to ensure that tonight's assassination will not be discovered, she did not provide their own assassination files, so she did not have any evidence to convince others. Moreover, importantly, she cannot guarantee that others will make the same choice as her when they see the names printed on the gauze of fate.

So, she lost, no doubt.

"Firefox, you told me too much..." Sloan was about to speak with sad expression, but a heartbeat sound as loud as a drumbeat suddenly rang out of the Firefox.

Without hesitation, Sloan quickly left the spot with his speed that did not match his old appearance. After taking out his weapon, he pulled the trigger on the Firefox's head.

At the same time, facing several spurts of flames, the Firefox swung his arm and shot out the last bullet.
Chapter completed!