Black Hand Over the Sky

Chapter 9 The clash with Sloan

Watching Anthony sit up in bed looking pale, Gin asks with concern, "How's it going, Boss?"

"Failed," Anthony deadpan said, although long expected that the success rate may not be high, but did not expect really failed, sure enough, should not take the chance.

Anthony rubbed under his nose, and sure enough it bled! It seemed too dangerous to deal with such flexible and determined people before Antony had improved his ability to dream, to try not to perform an act of theft on them!

After taking the gin and tonic soup, Anthony poured it in one breath, took a few deep breaths, and forced himself to cheer up his spirits still a little weak because of the use of dream powers, and coldly looked at Sloane lying on the side trapped like a dead pig and said: "Start to execute the second plan!"

Since the shortcut can not go through, can only follow the normal way, now can only hope that this guy is more interesting, otherwise can only take another effort to hijack the alternative target.

Sloane felt his head spinning, an experience he hadn't experienced in a long time. The last time he could remember feeling this giddy was when he first tried alcohol as a young man and got really drunk.

"You're awake," said an unfamiliar voice in Sloane's ear.

"Who are you? ! What do you want to do?" Sloane was a veteran of the League of Assassins, and even after inhaling such a large dose of the special anesthetic provided for special forces, he woke up so quickly and quickly realized his situation.

"As you can see, Mr. Sloane, you are now in our hands. But fear not, we mean no harm, "said Anthony, with a gentle smile.

'No harm? That doesn't seem very convincing! ' Sloane moved his limbs sulkily and found himself bound all over with a special rope. These ropes were so strong and strong that Sloane estimated that even in his prime he would not have been able to break free of these special ropes.

Anthony ignored Sloane's words and continued, "I know that Mr. Sloane comes from a very great organization that is, it seems, over a thousand years old. And we really need something from this organization right now, and I wonder if Mr. Sloan would be able to cooperate?"

Sloan's eyes flinched when he heard Anthony's words. "How dare you! You know I'm a frat guy, and you're gonna hit me! You are defying the whole fraternity!"

'A provocation? Perhaps, "Anthony smiled sarcastically, then looked Sloane straight in the eye." Now, Mr. Sloane, tell me your answer."

Sloane's eyes darted around, thoughts racing at the same time. The room must have been a semi-enclosed basement, and judging by the faint sound of cars passing outside, it could not have been too far from the ground. It shouldn't be hard to get out of the room if you can pull yourself apart from the ropes.

Unfortunately, these ropes are made of whatever material, even if Sloan sped up his heart rate and entered a state of renal hormone surge, there is no way to free himself!

There are two unknown enemies in front of him, and I don't know if there are other personnel out there. The man who just talked to him should be their leader. Although he seems to be not very old, after Sloan's short contact with him, the other side is definitely not a good enemy.

And there was something about Anthony that Sloane knew so well, something of the gangster godfather kind. A guy like that died at Sloane's hands, God knows how many times, and he would never admit it.

As for the other, Sloane took a grim look at the gin. This one should be a top-notch killer, because it's a more obvious and familiar quality than the one that emanates from Anthony, and Sloan is in the business, after all.

Although he did not have a positive encounter with gin, he did not see his hand, but there is a special induction between masters, only by feeling Sloane knows that gin is strong! With such a person in, Sloane felt that the difficulty of his escape was greatly enhanced.

"What do you want? "Sloane ventured after a pause.

There's a door! Looks like this guy knows better than he thought. Anthony leaned forward a little, moved himself closer to Sloane, and there was a greedy look in his eyes. "A lot."

"Greedy people don't come to a good end," Sloan said, pretending to be angry. He wasn't afraid that Anthony and his team weren't greedy, because the more Anthony and his team were greedy, the more opportunity he had. As long as Anthony and they still have aspirations, then they have a chance to survive.

Anthony, of course, couldn't see Sloane's point of view. After all, here was a man who had played everyone in an organization that had been around for more than a thousand years. So Anthony appeasingly explained, "Don't get me wrong, Mr. Sloane, I'm not looking for money. I'm looking for knowledge. Your organization has 1,000 years of knowledge."

"Oh," was a surprise to Sloane, who at first thought that Anthony and others were looking for money or something, but this was what they were looking for. After thinking about it, Sloane began to probe, "Like?"

"Like your recipe for quick healing of wounds, or your way of producing adrenaline to control the rapid heartbeat." Anthony, of course, makes no secret of his goal.

"So that's it," Sloan said with a gleam in his eyes. A glance at gin at the same time, if they need that approach, suggests they don't yet. Then the threat level of the top killer would be greatly reduced.

Sloane lowered his head for a moment of silence, then looked up. "Other things are fine, but the ability to control your heart rate is a gift I have no way of giving you."

"You're kidding! Anthony's eyes darted. "Your organization has a thousand years of heritage. Can you be lucky enough to find this talent in time to join you? Don't treat people like fools! You must have a way of giving ordinary people this power, but it might be too expensive to use as a last resort, am I right?"

Sloan's eyes shrank, for most of what Anthony had just said was true. There was such a thing in the fraternity, and it was, as Anthony had said, a special preparation to keep the lineage from breaking, and it was expensive.

"You're a man of heart," Sloan said, giving Anthony a deep look. "I'll give you anything you want, but how can I guarantee my safety?"

"You have no choice, do you?"