"Who are you?" Wesley asked in a panic.
With a gun pointed at him, his body, which he had tried
to relax to slow his heart rate, automatically entered the assassin bloodline mode again!
In his fatigued state, his body was once again operating at full capacity!
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is who you
are, Wesley. But before that, you should get a good night's sleep..."
Morin noticed that something was wrong with Wesley and knocked him out with a single punch.
"Is this how all you assassins are?" Morin complained.
"In a situation like this, you can still automatically enter this state? What about your body's self-preservation mechanism? Don't tell me that your body's self-preservation mechanism is to enter a state like this?"
"This... depends on the person." The Carlos who had been hiding on the side finally dared to walk out and came up to Morin.
He looked at the unconscious Wesley with a bitter expression.
"His veins have a purer bloodline than mine."
"What bloodline? There's not a drop of blood in his veins! It's all adrenaline!"
Morin complained, not at all caring that he now also had assassin blood... Templar blood.
"Pick him up. We need to move on to the next step."
"Are you sure you want to do it that way? I'm a little worried you'll get hurt."
"Are you kidding me? I'm a Templar!"
"...And I'm not now?"
"What are you talking about? You haven't gone through the initiation ceremony yet. You're just a probationary knight."
"Huh?"
"Huh what? You're just a hired hand now, got it? A hired hand! Get to work! If you don't get to work, Wesley will wake up again. Do you want me to knock him out again?"
Carlos picked up Wesley and followed behind Morin toward their next planned location. He suddenly started to feel that his decision to join the Templars might have been a bit too hasty.
How did he end up becoming a hired hand?
Little did he know, Morin was also lamenting.
"Come to think of it, I'm also a hired hand!"
...
Click, click.
Amidst a slightly rhythmic sound, Wesley slowly opened his eyes.
His vision focused and went from blurry to clear. Wesley finally got a good look at the scene in front of him.
A dilapidated room, a white light bulb covered in dust, and... a table, as well as a person who was facing away from him and assembling something.
Wesley subconsciously tried to get up but found that he was tied to a pillar and couldn't move at all.
"You're awake?" The man was still assembling something and asked without turning around.
"...Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?" Wesley struggled a few more times in vain before giving up.
"I don't have any money!"
"I know you don't have money, and I'm not lacking money, Wesley."
The man made a clack sound, finishing the assembly of the pistol in his hand. He loaded a round, turned around, and walked up to Wesley.
"I didn't kidnap you for money. I kidnapped you for who you are."
"Wh... what?" Wesley didn't know what words to use to describe how he felt right now.
Someone had kidnapped him for who he was?
Wasn't he supposed to be a loser?
Morin: "..."
Why did it feel like after he said that, Wesley didn't look scared at all, but rather a little pleased?
Could it be that...
This guy was an M?
A terrifying thought...
Morin was currently wearing Ethan Hunt's face and a wig, using a disguised voice.
He had, of course, brought some useful things with him when he left the espionage movie world.
For example, the imitation human skin mask device that was used throughout the Mission: Impossible series, and wigs.
These items that were good enough to pass for the real thing were useful in many situations.
Just like now, and the actions he was planning to carry out with Carlos.
"Your name is Wesley, Wesley Gibson, right?"
Morin brought his chair over and sat in front of Wesley.
"I'm looking for you because I want to find your father."
"My father?" Wesley was baffled.
"I don't even know where my father is! He left me seven days after I was born! He never showed up again after that!"
Not far away, Carlos, who was listening to the situation in the room through a walkie-talkie, quietly covered his face.
"You're half-right. He never showed up, but he never left you," Morin said.
"What?" Wesley was stunned. "What do you mean he never left me?"
"Your father never left. He just didn't appear in your life because of who he is, Wesley. Do you know what your father does for a living?"
"Don't tell me my father is a soldier on a top-secret mission, which is why he can't come back and can't expose his identity in front of me?"
Wesley sneered. "Come on, this isn't some popcorn movie!"
"Wrong again," Morin said, shaking his head. "But you're a
little close... Your father isn't a soldier. He's an assassin."
"An assassin?"
"An assassin, a killer," Morin nodded.
"Are you kidding me?" Wesley looked completely unconvinced.
Bang!
Morin fired his gun.
"Woah, woah, woah!" Wesley screamed in terror.
"Be quiet, or the next shot will hit you!" Morin yelled.
"I... you..." Wesley then realized that he didn't feel any pain, but his ear felt a little warm.
The shot Morin had fired earlier had flown right past his ear.
"Do you still think I'm kidding?" Morin shook the gun in his hand.
"...No," Wesley said, wishing he could shrink into himself.
"Don't worry. I won't kill you because I'm going to use
you to lure out your assassin father."
Morin shook the gun in his hand.
"He's the infamous Cross, the assassin master of the Fraternity of Assassins..."
"I think you'll be disappointed," Wesley said, staring at the gun in Morin's hand with fear.
"He hasn't shown up for all these years, so why would he
show up now? Why don't you... let me go? I'm really useless!"
"Useless? No, no, no, Wesley. You are completely ignorant of the potential you have and the choices you can make."
Morin said, "As for your father, Carlos, he may not have appeared in your life, but he has always been by your side..."
"Are you saying... he's always been by my side?" Wesley was shocked and even forgot to be afraid.
"I've never seen him!"
"That's because he didn't want you to see him, Wesley. He didn't want to drag you into the world of assassins because once you enter this world, you can only spend the rest of your life killing and being killed. He wanted you to live a happy and ordinary life in the world of normal people."
Morin pretended to laugh disdainfully.
"But he didn't realize that without anyone to teach you, you would have no idea how to use your talents, to the point where you've fallen into this state."
"You're an insignificant office worker in an unknown small company, you have a girlfriend who cheats on you and a 'good friend' who takes care of your girlfriend, and you have a fat boss who doesn't like you and is always making things difficult for you... Your life is like a stagnant pond with no ripples and no excitement."
"Yeah," Wesley said, laughing self-deprecatingly after Morin had summarized his entire life in a few words.
"So, what can I do? Maybe I was just born to be a loser..."