Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

Chapter 394 The Lost Past (Part 14) | Mission: Impossible: The Final Weapon ()

Kasinov looked at the "self" in the video quietly, his face extremely calm.

As his whole body becomes more prosthetic, he has long lost the feeling of belonging to a human being.

The pain-sensing nerves are weakened and cannot sense pain. Adrenaline self-adaptation prevents excessive mood swings. The nasal cavity and lungs are replaced with mechanical components to automatically filter any toxins and harmful gases to the point of losing the sense of smell. The whole-body prosthesis is continuously supplied by energy batteries. Moreover, the standby time is extremely long, and the monthly supply of nutrients can ensure that his remaining human organs can function as usual to the greatest extent, so that he does not even need to eat now, so even his sense of taste has failed.

There was no feeling, and over time, even the emotions seemed to fade away.

Even the strong desire to complete the mission and the so-called "hatred" towards the "extraterrestrial visitor" seemed to have been programmed long ago. His current prosthetic transformation has reached 70%, and it is difficult to judge whether he is more machine-oriented... or human-oriented.

When he was young, he kept warning Diego not to investigate or contact the Templar Order. If necessary, he could even let the Talosov family transition to a serious industry as soon as possible, so as to stay away from the bad things like the Continental Hotel. The better. Were you so stupid when you were young?

The dark side of this world doesn't just come and leave at will.

"Whenever I think of Boss taking us in, I feel extremely grateful. He gave us a reason to live, Diego... Even before Boss passed away, he had been persuading me not to take revenge. Live well."

"But I can't do it."

"You are my best brother, Diego. I can't drag you into the water, so I can just do some things myself."

"Even if I will sacrifice everything for this."

"I'm glad to have you as a brother, Diego."

"So take care of yourself, brother. The Tarosovs...are yours."

"Take my share and live well."

The picture stopped abruptly.

And Kasinov only noticed that at that time, he was holding a "Cain's Cross" emblem ring in his hand, and after zooming in on the picture, the inside of the emblem ring was engraved with Vigo Talosov name. Each emblem ring of the Knights Templar Order will be engraved with the name of the owner of the ring to identify whether he is a member of the order. Obviously, Vigo was also a member of the Order.

He is not a dying person saved by the cult.

This strength was gained through one sacrifice!

"Beyond Good and Evil" is a work by the German thinker Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche. That conversation between the storm and the warrior was actually a warning to the world, perhaps an epitaph left by my younger self.

He knew that if he sacrificed something to gain strength, he might become a monster. But maybe the reason why he wants to become a monster is because the enemies he has to face are also monsters.

Only a storm can knock down a tree.

Only magic can defeat magic.

Only monsters...

Only then can we destroy the monsters!

At this time, when Kasinov looked at the yellowed old photo again, his eyes that were supposed to be indifferent and ruthless seemed to... have some fluctuations, although the fluctuations were not big.

This is his fading memory, this is... his original intention that should be remembered.

The brave man who slayed the dragon failed, so he turned into a ghost. However, the dragon was already powerful, and even the evil ghost could not kill the evil dragon, so the evil ghost failed again. After years of being confused, Li Gui became a more terrifying monster, but he forgot why he became a monster.

The brave men who slay dragons eventually become evil dragons. Some of them are due to the change in mentality brought about by having power, but more often they just see the unfair world clearly, so they crave power.

"It's not enough...power."

Kasinov closed the book and gently replaced it. At some point, his right fist was clenched and he murmured softly. The dusty memory has not been unsealed, but the tip of the iceberg has been revealed. He seemed to have figured out what he should do.

"'The Night Stalker' John Wick, 'The Visitor' Blood Dragon, the Continental Hotel, the High Table...the Knights Templar Order."

In his mouth, he kept spitting out names one after another, and his indifferent eyes lit up slightly with red light.

"Sooner or later...I will kill you all."

Kasinov is not a fool. He knows that with his current power, both the Blood Dragon and Otto can kill him at will. His enemy was too powerful and there was nothing he could do about it.

perhaps……

Let the monsters fight each other so that you can have a chance to die with them.

“Fate whispers to the warrior: You cannot withstand the storm.”

Kasinov recited those words softly and looked out the window of the library. The weather in New York today seems not to be very good. Thunderstorms are accompanied by heavy rain. Coincidentally, a loud thunder seems to be responding to his chanting. The sudden light shines on half of his face in a particularly dazzling way!

"And the warrior whispered back..."

"I am the storm!"

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"Your Excellency Otto."

Montreal, Canada.

Berg Manor.

A man in a black linen hooded robe trotted up to Otto II and bowed his head respectfully.

"Is something wrong?"

Otto was admiring an ancient painting, which seemed to have been found in a ruins somewhere. The painting had no name, but he liked it. Above the painting is a raging fire, a burned-out city, and in the middle is a huge figure of pure white, spreading its arms toward the world.

That is the God who saves the world.

That... would be himself.

"The Heavy Hammer team just sent a coded message. Heavy Hammer went to New York, and there was a large fluctuation in body parameters for a period of time. It is suspected that... it is..." The members of the "Black Cross" were a little submissive at this time, and seemed to be considering their own options. Wording.

"Remember who I am? Ha, it seems that the technology at that time was indeed somewhat flawed." Otto said nonchalantly, "That old immortal Goria survived by luck, maybe I should go to him personally to settle the score... …waste."

"So? Is there anything strange about the hammer?"

"Well, that's not true. Mr. Hammer just got on the plane to Little Rock." A member of the "Black Cross" reported respectfully, "The receptionist confirmed that Mr. Hammer said you have a task for him."

"As for his behavior in New York, Ms. Akiko Shimazu, the manager of the New York Continental Hotel, has relevant reports. Do you need to call them for you?"

"No, you can retreat." A trace of disappointment flashed in Otto's eyes, "I thought Heavy Hammer would react violently... It seems that he has been a dog for so long that he has forgotten how to be a human. .”

"Tell Miss Akiko for me. Next time, you don't need to report such insignificant matters to me. It's a waste of time."

"Yes." The member of the "Black Cross" stood up straight, "Then, I will take my leave first, Mr. Otto."

“May the Father of Insight guide us.”

"Yes." Otto waved his hand indifferently and looked at the god's painting again, his face full of indifference. "It's really... boring."

"It seems that power will indeed rot a person's mind... After raising too many dogs, it seems that I am becoming a little impatient." Otto said softly, slowly opening his arms like the god in the painting. . "Maybe when I become a god, I won't care about these meaningless things."

His expression was extremely arrogant, as if the world in the painting was his own world...

Burning.