"This is a butcher, a master with a knife. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" the fox introduced again, and then stood aside and waited to watch the play.

Wesley had been woken up by dousing him with cold water, and when he heard the fox's introduction, he slowly got up and looked at a fat and scruffy fellow with a knife in his hand.

"How many punches did he get knocked out from the mechanic?" The butcher asked.

"Four punches." The fox gestured with his finger as he spoke.

"Haha, he's such a bad guy, come to me and let me give you something different." Wesley walked over, and the butcher handed him a knife.

The pain is not enough to describe how Wesley feels now, it hurts so much, he has never been so painful, what is it like to have a knife cut through his body? What does it feel like to have a knife inserted directly into the palm of your hand? He was completely reluctant to recall it.

When he came to his senses again, he felt very warm, and he soaked himself in warm water, but his face and arms were completely fixed by something, is this a repair solution? It is a good thing to accelerate the formation of white blood cells in the blood and recover from injuries quickly.

"Is anyone there?" Wesley's face was covered in wax, and he couldn't open his eyes at all.

"Hey, you're awake!" A weird guy said.

"Yes, can I do me a favor?" Wesley asked, and the other party moved quickly, directly getting the frozen part of his face down, and Wesley only opened his eyes at this time. "Phew, thanks, this is ??" Wesley knew, but he still needed to perform, and no one knew if the other party was friendly enough.

"A place dedicated to recovering from injuries." Wesley only glanced at the Russian at this time.

"Hello Wesley, what do you call it?" Wesley said hello.

"My code name is 'Insecticide,' but there's usually nothing to do and I stay here." As soon as the insecticide said this, the fox walked in.

"You're awake, you've recovered from your injuries, right? Now that we are running out of time, the movement of the 'cross' is getting faster and faster, and we don't know when we will come here, we have to hurry. Wesley could only get up, grab the towel next to him and wrap it around his waist, and follow the fox out of here, waving to the insecticide as he left, he would be a regular here.

"He's a gunsmith and knows all kinds of firearms, so you need to learn firearms from him." It's still a one-sentence introduction, Wesley didn't say much, just stood aside and listened to the other party's introduction, and the real memory is Apple, which memorizes all the other party's introductions, technical things are directly compared with the database, and empirical things are directly recorded and sorted.

Firearms were Wesley's favorite, and at least he didn't have to take a beating, so he started shooting drills, corrected his shooting stance through apples, and then fired. The recoil is not ordinarily large, and if his heart is not beating fast, he needs to practice a lot.

"It's really difficult, I need a lot of practice." Wesley really wanted to practice shooting here all the time, but that was impossible, and every day he had to go to the repairman to get beaten up, then to the butcher's and get a knife again, and then to practice shooting after he recovered, and he spent three weeks in that life.

On this day, he was practicing knife skills with the butcher, but someone broke in, "Another person has been killed." After saying that, he turned around and went out, and the butcher hurriedly followed, Wesley glanced through the window, he didn't show any joy, but he was very happy, his cheap dad was really powerful, and people were often carried back these days, and none of them were alive.

"The movement of the 'cross' is getting faster and faster, and we need you to grow up as soon as possible." The fox said from the side.

"I can't guarantee anything, training doesn't happen overnight, and I only get one chance, do I?" Wesley rebelled, and the Assassin Brotherhood knew that he was Carlos' son, but they couldn't say it, so Wesley said that they had no way to refute it.

The fox stopped talking, and Wesley left the butcher's place directly, he was going to practice marksmanship, and now the hit rate of frontal shooting was already very high, but he was not satisfied, there was not the slightest difficulty in standing there and aiming directly, he needed to move.

Mobile shooting is more of a test of experience, and requires a greater amount of practice, Wesley began to move left and right to shoot, and without equipment he ran on his own, constantly waving and shooting with both guns in his left and right hands, his heart beating rapidly from time to time, and he began to master a little skill, although not every time, but at least it was an improvement.

Wesley's hard work was obvious to all, so Sloane couldn't say anything, Wesley had to make more progress, although the 'Cross' would not kill his own son, but once they caught him then they had no chance, and Wesley had to be allowed to kill his father in a state where he would not die.

"Fox, can it be faster?" Sloan asked.

"No, it's already the biggest load, he used to be just an ordinary person, just a few weeks to make him a top assassin, this is still the reason why he has special abilities, if he goes on soon, he will die."

"Okay, for now, we can only let the people outside take it first, and we must also strengthen our vigilance here." Sloan knew that he couldn't be anxious, there was only one opportunity, and he must seize this opportunity, and he must not waste it.

Then Riveseley began to practice making the bullet turn, this is not a technical problem, but a feeling problem, you need to master that feeling, and this action is called throwing the gun, using the inertia of the swing to make the trajectory of the bullet arc, the strength of the arm and the control of the wrist need to find their own rhythm.

"Whew... Call... Wesley was panting for breath in the room, his arms could no longer be lifted, and his gun throwing practice was the most difficult, practicing for hours a day before he had to go to the recuperation room to recover.

"It's already a little bit like that, you're making rapid progress." The foxes watched from the sidelines and admired it, they started practicing since childhood, while Wesley started halfway, and in just five weeks, this level is already good. "But the cross is approaching, your time is running out, and our time is running out."

Wesley nodded, his time was really running out, so now he needed to work harder, "Apple, can you control my heartbeat?" ”

"Yes." Apple replied dryly. Wesley communicated to Apple in his mind, "Then you didn't say it sooner. ”

"You didn't ask."

"Okay, help me control my heartbeat for the next week, I'm going to make leaps and bounds."

"When your heart rate increases, your strength and speed will increase, so it is recommended that you continue to train normally."

"They're about to lose their patience, I have to go and join my father, and then destroy their lair directly, and it's not too late to train normally in the future, otherwise I won't be able to get out here, it's too dangerous."

"Understood."