"What's wrong with you looking for me?" Wesley couldn't help asking, "It seems that I haven't violated the Organisational Ordinance?"

"Don't worry, it's not what you thought." Crawford, the thin scar man, grinned. Because of the scar, his smile was indescribable: "I'm here to post a new mission for you."

"New mission?" Wesley frowned: "Aren't the tasks in the organization issued through the "Messenger"? Don't tell me that you have changed your career and become a "Messenger" now."

"Ordinary missions are of course released by them, but this time they are different, this time it is a big mission." Crawford's voice was filled with a smile.

"Big mission? How big is it?" Wesley continued to ask.

"It's very big, so it needs to be interviewed." Crawford did not answer directly.

"Is there still an interview?" Wesley said it was difficult to accept: "What kind of interview is needed for a job like ours? Isn't it enough to just look at the past resume? Isn't this a waste of time?"

Crawford did not answer, but took out a pair of black eye masks from his pocket, handed them over, and pointed to a car next to the way.

It was a stupid business car with a big butt car driving, with two strong men in suits in sunglasses.

Wesley was very disgusted with the situation he was in now and hated the feeling that he didn't know anything. After all, unknown means danger in many cases.

If he was the only one, he wouldn't mind trying to get out of the current predicament, but he was not alone now. He had a family and had a newborn daughter. If the other party could find himself, he would definitely find them. He could not afford to take risks.

There was no choice but to compromise, take the eye mask and put it on, and get into the car next to him.

When the car started driving, it was pitch black in front of me and I couldn't see anything. Although I could hear my ears, most of them were the roar of the car engine, the occasional horn, and the noise of pedestrians on the street, which had no meaning.

So Wesley could only try to sit upright, relying on the sense of direction and balance that he had trained for many years to record the car's stop, turn, and distance traveling in each direction, and outline a rough path in his mind.

The car drove around for more than four hours, passed another descending slope, and then stopped.

This time I really stopped. There was no noise around me, and even the engine of the car was turned off.

He was taken out of the car and walked a long way and stairs again. Wesley was pressed on a sofa and then his eye mask was removed.

Squinted his eyes and adapted to the sudden light, Wesley began to look around.

This place looks like a bar, not far away is a white oak bar. The glass cabinet behind the bar is filled with bottles of various high-end wines. A big-breasted beauty in a dress with very little fabric is making a glass of cocktail behind the bar.

Where I was sitting was a group of sofas in the middle of the room, four rows of long sofas surrounded a coffee table, next to it was a flat-screen TV of about 100 inches.

It is worth noting that there are no windows in this room, and there is only one door on the walls on all sides except for the decoration paintings.

Is this decoration style underground?

After analyzing the environment we were in, Wesley began to observe the people around him.

There were many people in the room. In addition to some strong men who occupied four corners of the room and were wearing uniform black suits and uniforms, there were also a few guys who looked different but didn't seem easy to mess with at first.

Some of them showed their muscles with their shirtless eyes, some looked at others with sharp eyes, some held the wine glass tightly as if they wanted to crush the glass, and some were observing themselves who had just arrived with interest...

Wesley had never seen these people before, but his sensitive sixth sense still made him feel the special temperament of these people, which was the same temperament as him, and he killed enough people, and finally treated others as if they were to be slaughtered pigs and sheep!

These people are very likely to be like themselves, and they are also killers! And they are the top group in the organization!

But, what exactly did the organization bring us together?

Is it a cooperative task that has a very difficult goal that requires us to work together to complete it?

But, is there such a goal in the world? Even if you assassinate the president, you don’t need so many people, right?

Moreover, in fact, assassination of the president is not difficult. The difficulty is how to meet the counterattack of relevant government departments in the future. Even if the organization is deeply rooted and powerful, one way to deal with it will definitely cause great damage to the vitality and the loss will not be worth the cost.

Just as Wesley was thinking about it, the door of the underground bar opened again, and a dark-skinned old man appeared at the door.

However, Wesley knew this person. He was the general manager of the Killers League's Lifornia branch and was also his immediate boss.

He waved to this side: "Wynn, come here."

Wien is Wesley's pseudonym in the organization, just like his habits, ordinary, simple, and unobtrusive.

Hearing the call, Wesley immediately stood up, greeted him, and played with his head a little: "Mr. Freeman."

"Come with me." The old black man didn't say anything, but took him away from the bar.

The two walked through a long corridor and into a small room.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, just two sofas and a small table.

"Sit." The old black man Freeman stretched out his hand and signaled.

Mr. Freeman in front of him was the guide for Wesley to join the organization, and Wesley still had some respect for him.

However, out of strong curiosity, after sitting down, Wesley couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Freeman, please forgive my impatience, but along the way, I have accumulated too many questions in my mind. I want to know, what are you asking me for?"

"Of course it's a mission." Mr. Freeman sat down, poured half a cup of whiskey from the bottle on the table and pushed it in front of Wesley, and continued: "If the mission is completed, you can get 500,000 meters of gold."

"500,000?" Wesley's voice was filled with surprise.

"Yes." The old black man nodded.

Although Wesley is the top killer in the branch, the commission he earns is not as high as everyone imagines. According to the difficulty of the goal, the commission is about 100,000 meters to 200,000 meters, and the commission is to be collected by the organization. With the money laundering step, he can only get about half of the commission.

What the old black man said was that he could get 500,000 meters of gold, which means that the actual commission was even higher.

"Who is the target?" Wesley continued to ask.

"This is more complicated." Mr. Freeman did not answer, but asked back: "Have you heard of the very popular Red Star brand dream helmet recently?"

"I've heard of it." Wesley nodded, not intending to hide it: "In fact, I'm using it now."

"Then have you ever played the game called "Little Adventure"?" Mr. Freeman asked again.

"Of course I've played it, you know, I enjoyed the pleasure of killing." Wesley still told him frankly.

"So, did you participate in the world competition they recently held?" Mr. Freeman asked.

"This is not yet. The game is quite chaotic now. I plan to wait and see for a while before participating." Wesley felt that there was nothing to hide.

"Sure enough, you are still the same and act cautiously." Mr. Freeman's mouth curled up: "It's good if you didn't participate, so you are qualified to participate in the task."

"Qualification to participate in the mission? It has something to do with this game?" Wesley seized the key point.

"Yes." Mr. Freeman nodded: "This mission was released by Bishop Monterrey. He hopes to find a group of masters to represent the church and participate in the competition. You are the best gunman under my command, so I recommend you to him."

"Biography of Monterey?" Wesley frowned again.

The United States of Militaria has a vast land area. In order to better manage believers, Catholicism implements a diocese system in the United States, while Bishop Monterrey is the archbishop of the Catholic diocese, the commander, including the second largest city in the country, the entire state of Lifornia, 287 churches, 6 auxiliary bishops, 1,144 priests, tens of thousands of priests, and more than 5 million devout believers.

"I know you have a lot of doubts, but we have time now, and I will explain it to you one by one." Freeman still smiled.

Then he changed his voice: "By the way, have you gained superpowers in the game? What level have you reached?"

"Some." Although there are still many questions, Wesley began to explain: "At the lowest level, I deliberately spent part of the Heart of the World to change my superpowers, and finally I randomly got a very suitable ability for me. It is called [Malculus], and it is currently at the third level [City] level."

"[Mitative]? What kind of ability is that?" Freeman continued.

"How to say... This ability is similar to a chameleon. After it is activated, it will change the color of my body according to its surroundings until I am completely integrated with the surroundings and cannot be discovered by the naked eye." Wesley explained.

"Chameleon...it's indeed a sniper-friendly ability." Mr. Freeman thought for a while and asked again: "Will this ability be exposed when you shoot?"

"Well..." Wesley considered the sentence: "It will not be exposed visually, because this [mixture] includes the gun in my hand, and the firelight when it fires, but the gunshot cannot be blocked. If you are an experienced veteran, it is still easy to find my rough location through the gunshot..."

"Wait..." Mr. Freeman interrupted his explanation: "He can find your place, but is your ability still there? Can he tell you out of the environment?"

"No, as long as there is energy in my body, my [mixture] state will not disappear and will remain." Wesley said bluntly.

"What if you run?" Mr. Freeman asked again.

"There will be a certain delay in the simulation environment. If you look closely, it will be easily discovered, because this ability to simulate the environment also takes time, which looks like about 1 second." Wesley continued to explain.

"Oh, that's it... the limitations of this ability are a little too big..." Mr. Freeman frowned slightly.

Of course, Wesley knew about this. After all, he has used this ability many times in the game. Although it is very useful, it can effectively ensure the concealment of his first shot. In many cases, he can solve the problem with just one shot.

However, this ability is not good at dealing with targets that cannot be solved with one shot. For example, those superpowered people who specialize in defense cannot be solved with one shot. Some team players are not afraid of being killed by any of them, and others will still fight back.

In fact, what Wesley wants most is a superpower that can enhance the power of his gun, allowing him to compete with those perverted and super-high-level abilities with his proud marksmanship. However, how can such a satisfactory ability be so easy to get randomly?

After refreshing more than twenty times, he gave up and used this [mixture] ability.

Seeing Mr. Freeman silent for a long time, Wesley couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Freeman, I don't understand why Bishop Monterey had to form such a team?"

"This is a long story." Mr. Freeman woke up from his meditation and asked, "Do you know about the previous miracle incident?"

"I have heard of some before. It seems that these charlatans claim to be able to make God appear, show miracles, and cure all diseases? But now I have basically never heard of it." Wesley shrugged: "This is obviously another farce. How could God really appear?"

"No, this is not a farce." Mr. Freeman's eyes were complicated: "I have seen a miracle with my own eyes. At that time, these god-loving people were able to make God appear and heal the disease of believers."

"But why is there no news now?" Wesley said puzzled: "Is it because the Holy See that the Holy See has hidden these people? The news has been blocked and only serves the big shots?"

“Not,” Mr. Freeman explained: “In fact, the favored men of God have been received only for less than a month. After a month, God left, and they lost the ability to show miracles and cure diseases.”

"God is here, he left again? Where have you gone?" Wesley was confused.

"According to the information we collected from our organization, we went to the dream helmet, in the virtual reality world." Mr. Freeman told the secret without any concealment: "According to the news from the church, part of the authority was lost in China when God was sleeping and was obtained by the Chinese. The Chinese used this to invent the magic dream helmet, so that people could enter the virtual reality world in their dreams, and God went to get back the authority."

"Then what does this have to do with the church finding people to play games?" Wesley felt for the first time that he was not smart enough.

“Because God had revelation to those who were favored by God before he left,” Mr. Freeman continued: “He said that as long as there are more His followers in the virtual reality world, the greater His achievements will be, and the faster He will regain power.”

"So, they recruit experts and participate in competitions, in order to achieve certain achievements and help God get back authority!"

"But, although I sometimes go to church, I'm not devout..." Wesley finally understood, but still had some concerns.

"No, you are very pious, always, very pious, do you understand?" Mr. Freeman smiled.

"I understand!" Wesley immediately expressed his understanding.

Of course he is pious. Since he has money to make money, what does it matter if he is pious for a period of time?

"Okay." Mr. Freeman stood up: "The representative of Bishop Monterey is coming soon. Go back and prepare. Whether you can be selected depends on your own performance."

"Yes!" Wesley stood up, and once again filled with strong confidence.

He has no choice in virtual reality to deal with advanced superpowers, but in reality, he is still not afraid of competing with colleagues.
Chapter completed!