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Sloan had become an enemy of Destiny's decree. He had exploited the entire Assassin Brotherhood for his personal gain, making him a target that had to be eliminated.
But beyond Sloan's decree, Fox had seen more names listed by fate.
Hers. The Gunsmith's. The Mechanic's. The Butcher's…
Thinking of this, Fox's gaze sharpened as she looked at the others who were still under Mike's control. A trace of resolute killing intent slowly emerged in her eyes.
Kill them. Then, take her own life.
This was destiny's choice. This was destiny's will.
Noticing the look in Fox's eyes, Mike nodded slightly.
To be so devoted to a belief that one would even kill themselves for it—while it seemed foolish, it was still worthy of respect.
Cross and Wesley stood together, silently glancing at the people on the ground before looking at Mike with questioning eyes.
Mike released his power.
The assassins of the Brotherhood snapped back to their senses—then froze in confusion.
Weren't they just in battle?
How had they ended up tied up?
Why couldn't they remember anything?
Their confusion quickly turned to fear as they looked toward Fox and the other two.
Although they didn't know what had happened, one thing was clear—they were now like lambs waiting for slaughter.
"You… You're Ghost Wolf?"
Suddenly, some of the older members in the crowd recognized Mike.
Mike turned his head and waved casually. "Hey, Scarface. Blades."
"It really is you?"
Scarface stared in shock at Mike, who still looked as young as ever. Then, shifting his gaze to Fox, he asked, "You're with them?"
"Not exactly."
Mike replied indifferently. Seeing that they still had more questions, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Quiet, all of you."
His words carried a wave of psychic power.
Silence fell instantly.
Mike continued, "Let me show you something."
Most of the people here didn't have faith as unwavering as Fox's. But what they were about to see would shatter their beliefs completely.
Even Fox and Cross would not be spared from this truth.
As for Wesley? He was just a rookie who had only been with the Brotherhood for a little over a month—he had yet to be deeply indoctrinated.
Mike pressed his fingers to his temple, sending his memories of "Destiny" into their minds.
The crowd was momentarily dazed. Then, chaos erupted.
Some wept.
Some raged.
Some fell into confusion.
And some—felt relief.
They stared at Mike in disbelief, but his expression remained calm.
For Fox and Cross, their faith had been completely shattered. It was as if all the strength had been drained from their bodies, leaving them struggling to breathe.
"This… What is this?"
Cross murmured, staring at Mike.
Mike replied evenly, "The origin of that severed finger. And the truth about the Assassin Brotherhood's so-called destiny."
"This is what you saw from that severed finger?"
A bitter smile crept onto Cross's face.
Mike nodded, his gaze flashing as he stopped Fox from pulling the trigger—she had been about to end her own life.
She wanted to die.
Being an assassin of fate had been the only reason she lived, the cause she had fought for all these years. And now, she had discovered that "destiny" was nothing more than a person.
A man with the power to foresee the future—
But that was far from the same as destiny itself.
Her faith had collapsed. Everything she had done, everything she had believed in—
Her entire world had been upended.
She no longer had a reason to live.
Sensing Fox's turmoil, Mike's voice echoed in her mind.
"No, you can still do more."
Fox was lost, drowning in pain.
"Remember this feeling," Mike said, his voice steady. "It will help you grow."
After a brief pause, he continued, "Destiny never chose you. And you don't have to feel abandoned by it—because that 'man' was never destiny itself."
"Then… what have I been fighting for all these years?"
"Kill one to save a thousand… In the end, you just wanted to be a hero who saves others. That's why you were willing to become a gun in 'Destiny's' hands, wasn't it?"
"A hero who saves others?"
Fox murmured, her voice barely audible.
Mike continued, "Now, you are no longer under 'Destiny's' control. You are free! Does that mean you've lost your belief in saving others?"
"The belief in saving others…? I'm free?"
"Yes, you are free! You no longer fight for some ridiculous fate—you fight for your own beliefs!"
Fox lowered her head, her face still filled with confusion. She muttered, "But what should I do now?"
"If you don't know what to do next, I can recommend a place for you."
"Alright… As long as I can still save people, I accept."
Mike let out a small breath and turned to Cross.
Cross faced the same problem. Like Fox, he was lost.
And so, Mike had to play therapist once again.
As for Wesley… That guy had simply wanted to change his life. Unlike these assassins, he didn't carry the same burden of faith.
Mike glanced at the assassins lying on the ground, their expressions filled with mixed emotions, and let out a soft sigh.
At the end of the day, all of them had joined the Brotherhood because of their beliefs.
But Mike had no intention of counseling each and every one of them. Just dealing with Fox and Cross had already drained him. There were nearly a hundred assassins here…
Better to leave this to Nick Fury. He was the professional, after all.
Still, it would be best if they didn't remember meeting him today.
Mike's eyes flashed as his psychic power surged.
He carefully altered their memories, replacing the image of himself revealing the truth about 'Destiny' with Nick Fury instead. Then, he put them all into a deep sleep.
Looking back at Fox and Cross, he saw that their emotions had stabilized. At least, they no longer seemed like they wanted to kill themselves.
Satisfied, he beckoned to Wesley.
Wesley hesitated for a moment before walking over.
Mike said, "I'm leaving this to you. Someone will come to take them in soon."
"Me? And what about you?"
"I have things to do."
Mike glanced at his watch—Gwen would be getting out of school soon.
His eyes gleamed as he used the last of his manifestation power to imprint Nick Fury's image in Wesley's mind.
"If you truly want to change your life, you can go with him."
After saying this, he glanced at Fox and Cross, then instructed Wesley, "Keep an eye on them. Make sure they don't try to kill themselves again."
Wesley instantly felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on his shoulders.
"And one last thing—don't tell anyone about me."
Mike gave Wesley a firm pat on the shoulder and grinned. "I've got my eye on you, kid. Good luck!"
Before Wesley could respond, Mike turned and sprinted away.
Wesley raised his hand slightly as if to stop him, but before he could say a word, Mike's figure flickered—and vanished.
Rubbing his eyes, Wesley looked at Fox and Cross, then at the assassins still lying unconscious on the ground.
His head suddenly felt several sizes too big.
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Outside the textile factory, Mike turned to look at the building one last time and smiled faintly.
He had finally and completely severed ties with his past.
Not only that, but he had even managed to strike two deals—
And helped these people find new jobs.
As for turning them into his own force?
Mike chuckled softly and shook his head.
They weren't worth the trouble.
Spending more time with his daughter sounded like a much better deal.
(End of Chapter)