After returning to the factory, the cross was depressed and shot at the human-shaped target in a ventilated manner.
He tried every means to keep his son away from the killer vortex, but Wesley was still involved and fell into the hands of the brutal brotherhood.
When the Cross thought of Sloan's hypocritical face, he felt annoyed. He was worried that Wesley would be persecuted. If Wesley threatened his life, what would he do...
Are you worried about your son?Russell came to the cross, pressed the bullet into the magazine, and then fired it slowly after loading it.
The cross snorted coldly and asked knowingly, which parent can be cruel to ignore the safety of their children?
After Russell finished writing the magazine, he said casually: Actually, you don’t have to worry. As long as you are still alive for one day, Sloan will be unable to sleep or eat all day, and your son will have the value of living.I bet that at most I will not die if I get fat.
I understand everything you said, but... The Cross sighed dejectedly: Wesley, my son's name, when he still didn't remember, I left him and his mother.On the one hand, I don’t want him to be hurt by his enemies, and on the other hand...
When the Cross said this, Russell took over and continued: On the other hand, he inherited your bloodline and had the potential to become a top killer. You don’t want his hands to be covered in blood, you just want him to live as an ordinary person.
The Cross looked at Russell with distress: Why do you know again?
Russell shrugged: You know, because my parents are killers, and they don’t want me to go on this old path.
Well, I'm a little confused now and I almost forgot about this.By the way, your parents are very qualified and they really love you!As the Cross said, thinking of himself and Wesley, his expression felt sad again.
My parents succeeded for a while, but you pulled me in again.
Russell said in a bad way. His words made the cross's old face turn red. He opened his mouth but didn't dare to speak. No matter what he said, it was too unwilling to his will.
Don't be decadent. If you have time to be a quiet uncle, it's better to think about how to rescue your son Wesley. Sooner or later, there will be problems in the fraternity.
Cross looked at Russell deeply. Perhaps because Wesley was in danger, he lowered his guard against Russell and said bluntly: A long time ago, I began to formulate an assassination plan for the Brotherhood. If nothing unexpected happens, they can directly take their nests off.
Then act according to the plan!
I think too, but the time is not yet ripe!There are many core members of the Brotherhood, and these people are top killers. Before they are dealt with, the success rate of the plan is very low, and I don’t want to do meaningless things.
Then Wesley was in a miserable state. Whenever you kill a member of the Brotherhood, Wesley would be fed the next oil fish... Russell was swaying, and saw the cross's vicious eyes glaring at him, and he decided to change his words: Well, there is no happy gay fish, Wesley will be beaten up every five minutes at most, or you can receive spare parts on him every morning.
Shut up, or I will kill you!I swear!
Russell blinked: Let me say the last sentence, I promise you like to listen to this.
The cross had no expression on his face and looked straight at Russell. The latter had no consciousness and began to spoil it. It was wrong and began to explain his analysis.
Have you ever thought about another possibility that Wesley inherited your top killer blood and cultivated his adrenaline, and Sloan might use him to deal with you.
This is impossible. I am Wesley's father. It is so stupid to train Wesley to assassinate me!The cross decisively denies it.
It is precisely because you are Wesley's father that Sloan would do this even more, because you can't shoot in the face of Wesley... Russell looked straight into the cross's eyes and broke his fantasy: You are Wesley's father, but who knows?Anyway, Wesley doesn't know, he only knows that he has never had a father since he was a child, didn't he?
Russell's words made the Cross unable to refute. He was unwilling to accept this reality and forced his defense: It's still impossible, Wesley is not that stupid!
Sorry, your son is so stupid!
Russell clearly remembered that in the original work, Wesley, the unlucky guy, never distinguished who his father was.
Sloan told him that he was the son of Big Back Head, and Big Back Head was killed by the Cross. By the way, he described the Cross as an unforgivable villain. He used Wesley's determination to avenge his father and trained him into a top killer who was the only one.
Thinking of this, Russell was suddenly stunned, because the person who killed the big back head now was not the cross... but him!
Damn, I became Wesley's father-killing enemy!?
Russell was confused. He didn't think of this when he killed his big back head before. Now, when he recalled, it was true that this is true.
Thinking of becoming the son of fate, Russell felt sad, and this was not a way out!
If they really train Wesley to be a killer, it would be terrible. I don't want him to go on my old path, but he still... this damn fate.The cross was sad, probably because of confidence in one's own strength, and the awareness of being threatened by his son was completely unaware of his life.
Russell interjected decisively: Eliminate the Brotherhood, maybe you can live a normal life!
It's not that easy. The killer is not a cleaner. He doesn't change jobs if he wants to...
If you don’t do it, you will definitely fail. If you do it, there is still a possibility. You should also strive for it for your son.Russell said with a stern face, "For my life, you should fight for it."
The cross was stunned and laughed after a while: You are right, I should fight for it. Destiny is not always fixed.
Looking at the cross with a refreshed spirit, Russell nodded with satisfaction. The cannon fodder of the cross was heading in front to attract firepower, and his sense of security increased: Next, we started training, and I wanted to learn some new technology.Your long-range sniping is good. When you counterattack the Brotherhood headquarters, I can cover you 10 kilometers away!
Sorry, the plan has been disrupted, I don’t have time to train you now.I'm going to speed up the cleanup of the fraternity members in the coming days, and the more I kill, the safer Wesley will be.
Russell was anxious: What should I do? You wouldn't plan to let me, a novice, cover you up 10 miles away, right?
Believe it or not, I will beat your dog's head!
Don't worry, although I can't train you, I know a pretty good guy and I will ask him to help train you.The cross picked up the convenience note, wrote it up, and soon handed it over to Russell a address.
Russell had a rough guess in his mind. In the original work, the cross was not alone in fighting against the Brotherhood. He had a reliable partner, the old man who provided him with special bullets.
It’s a superficial phenomenon. People who can carve the bullet into flowers are certainly extraordinary. They may not be the best killer in the world 30 years ago!
Russell thought so and happily took the convenience note, and saw a string of addresses written on it and a name attached.
Mr Smith!Russell raised his eyebrows: Who is he, your Robin?
The moment he saw this name, Russell thought of the Smith couple, and then the question arose, what is the relationship between Firefox and Mr Smith?
He was a gun friend I met when I was working. He won the shooting championship at the National Games at the age of ten. He was superb in shooting skills and could be called a perfect shot.If he hadn't been recruited by the army and signed a confidentiality treaty, he would have long been the Olympic champion!
He works in the army?
No, he changed his career and became a killer like me.
Duke pondered for a while: Is he handsome?
Cross looked at Russell with a strange look on his face, and silently took two steps back. Thinking of the oil fish mentioned by Russell, his eyes instantly became alert.
Damn, what's your look?Russell realized that his words were ambiguous and changed his words: OK, my fault.Let me change the question, is his wife beautiful?
The cross's eyes were even more weird. What exactly did you want to do?
Please, can you stop thinking about it? I don’t have that meaning.Also, it is important to answer my question.
As far as I know, he is a bachelor and poor man. He is thirty years old and has no wife yet. Well, he doesn’t even have a girlfriend!The Cross sneered twice and continued: Do you have any questions?
have!Where did you work before?
IRS！
Russell was solemn when he heard this. No wonder the cross was so powerful. He was already a big shot before he was a killer.
He tried every means to keep his son away from the killer vortex, but Wesley was still involved and fell into the hands of the brutal brotherhood.
When the Cross thought of Sloan's hypocritical face, he felt annoyed. He was worried that Wesley would be persecuted. If Wesley threatened his life, what would he do...
Are you worried about your son?Russell came to the cross, pressed the bullet into the magazine, and then fired it slowly after loading it.
The cross snorted coldly and asked knowingly, which parent can be cruel to ignore the safety of their children?
After Russell finished writing the magazine, he said casually: Actually, you don’t have to worry. As long as you are still alive for one day, Sloan will be unable to sleep or eat all day, and your son will have the value of living.I bet that at most I will not die if I get fat.
I understand everything you said, but... The Cross sighed dejectedly: Wesley, my son's name, when he still didn't remember, I left him and his mother.On the one hand, I don’t want him to be hurt by his enemies, and on the other hand...
When the Cross said this, Russell took over and continued: On the other hand, he inherited your bloodline and had the potential to become a top killer. You don’t want his hands to be covered in blood, you just want him to live as an ordinary person.
The Cross looked at Russell with distress: Why do you know again?
Russell shrugged: You know, because my parents are killers, and they don’t want me to go on this old path.
Well, I'm a little confused now and I almost forgot about this.By the way, your parents are very qualified and they really love you!As the Cross said, thinking of himself and Wesley, his expression felt sad again.
My parents succeeded for a while, but you pulled me in again.
Russell said in a bad way. His words made the cross's old face turn red. He opened his mouth but didn't dare to speak. No matter what he said, it was too unwilling to his will.
Don't be decadent. If you have time to be a quiet uncle, it's better to think about how to rescue your son Wesley. Sooner or later, there will be problems in the fraternity.
Cross looked at Russell deeply. Perhaps because Wesley was in danger, he lowered his guard against Russell and said bluntly: A long time ago, I began to formulate an assassination plan for the Brotherhood. If nothing unexpected happens, they can directly take their nests off.
Then act according to the plan!
I think too, but the time is not yet ripe!There are many core members of the Brotherhood, and these people are top killers. Before they are dealt with, the success rate of the plan is very low, and I don’t want to do meaningless things.
Then Wesley was in a miserable state. Whenever you kill a member of the Brotherhood, Wesley would be fed the next oil fish... Russell was swaying, and saw the cross's vicious eyes glaring at him, and he decided to change his words: Well, there is no happy gay fish, Wesley will be beaten up every five minutes at most, or you can receive spare parts on him every morning.
Shut up, or I will kill you!I swear!
Russell blinked: Let me say the last sentence, I promise you like to listen to this.
The cross had no expression on his face and looked straight at Russell. The latter had no consciousness and began to spoil it. It was wrong and began to explain his analysis.
Have you ever thought about another possibility that Wesley inherited your top killer blood and cultivated his adrenaline, and Sloan might use him to deal with you.
This is impossible. I am Wesley's father. It is so stupid to train Wesley to assassinate me!The cross decisively denies it.
It is precisely because you are Wesley's father that Sloan would do this even more, because you can't shoot in the face of Wesley... Russell looked straight into the cross's eyes and broke his fantasy: You are Wesley's father, but who knows?Anyway, Wesley doesn't know, he only knows that he has never had a father since he was a child, didn't he?
Russell's words made the Cross unable to refute. He was unwilling to accept this reality and forced his defense: It's still impossible, Wesley is not that stupid!
Sorry, your son is so stupid!
Russell clearly remembered that in the original work, Wesley, the unlucky guy, never distinguished who his father was.
Sloan told him that he was the son of Big Back Head, and Big Back Head was killed by the Cross. By the way, he described the Cross as an unforgivable villain. He used Wesley's determination to avenge his father and trained him into a top killer who was the only one.
Thinking of this, Russell was suddenly stunned, because the person who killed the big back head now was not the cross... but him!
Damn, I became Wesley's father-killing enemy!?
Russell was confused. He didn't think of this when he killed his big back head before. Now, when he recalled, it was true that this is true.
Thinking of becoming the son of fate, Russell felt sad, and this was not a way out!
If they really train Wesley to be a killer, it would be terrible. I don't want him to go on my old path, but he still... this damn fate.The cross was sad, probably because of confidence in one's own strength, and the awareness of being threatened by his son was completely unaware of his life.
Russell interjected decisively: Eliminate the Brotherhood, maybe you can live a normal life!
It's not that easy. The killer is not a cleaner. He doesn't change jobs if he wants to...
If you don’t do it, you will definitely fail. If you do it, there is still a possibility. You should also strive for it for your son.Russell said with a stern face, "For my life, you should fight for it."
The cross was stunned and laughed after a while: You are right, I should fight for it. Destiny is not always fixed.
Looking at the cross with a refreshed spirit, Russell nodded with satisfaction. The cannon fodder of the cross was heading in front to attract firepower, and his sense of security increased: Next, we started training, and I wanted to learn some new technology.Your long-range sniping is good. When you counterattack the Brotherhood headquarters, I can cover you 10 kilometers away!
Sorry, the plan has been disrupted, I don’t have time to train you now.I'm going to speed up the cleanup of the fraternity members in the coming days, and the more I kill, the safer Wesley will be.
Russell was anxious: What should I do? You wouldn't plan to let me, a novice, cover you up 10 miles away, right?
Believe it or not, I will beat your dog's head!
Don't worry, although I can't train you, I know a pretty good guy and I will ask him to help train you.The cross picked up the convenience note, wrote it up, and soon handed it over to Russell a address.
Russell had a rough guess in his mind. In the original work, the cross was not alone in fighting against the Brotherhood. He had a reliable partner, the old man who provided him with special bullets.
It’s a superficial phenomenon. People who can carve the bullet into flowers are certainly extraordinary. They may not be the best killer in the world 30 years ago!
Russell thought so and happily took the convenience note, and saw a string of addresses written on it and a name attached.
Mr Smith!Russell raised his eyebrows: Who is he, your Robin?
The moment he saw this name, Russell thought of the Smith couple, and then the question arose, what is the relationship between Firefox and Mr Smith?
He was a gun friend I met when I was working. He won the shooting championship at the National Games at the age of ten. He was superb in shooting skills and could be called a perfect shot.If he hadn't been recruited by the army and signed a confidentiality treaty, he would have long been the Olympic champion!
He works in the army?
No, he changed his career and became a killer like me.
Duke pondered for a while: Is he handsome?
Cross looked at Russell with a strange look on his face, and silently took two steps back. Thinking of the oil fish mentioned by Russell, his eyes instantly became alert.
Damn, what's your look?Russell realized that his words were ambiguous and changed his words: OK, my fault.Let me change the question, is his wife beautiful?
The cross's eyes were even more weird. What exactly did you want to do?
Please, can you stop thinking about it? I don’t have that meaning.Also, it is important to answer my question.
As far as I know, he is a bachelor and poor man. He is thirty years old and has no wife yet. Well, he doesn’t even have a girlfriend!The Cross sneered twice and continued: Do you have any questions?
have!Where did you work before?
IRS！
Russell was solemn when he heard this. No wonder the cross was so powerful. He was already a big shot before he was a killer.
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