"Bang bang bang!" Three gunshots rang out, and three large mirrors in the vicinity were shattered by the fox's gunfire.

After shattering the mirror, the fox dragged Wesley to the exit, "Quick, get out of here, it's dangerous here." ”。

Wesley snapped free.

"If he doesn't go, I won't go!" Ran back and helped Lake walk briskly.

Firefox had no choice but to run back with him, and continued to shoot to try to force the cross back, holding the slow-moving Ryker's right arm with his left hand, and driving Ryker out of the supermarket.

A red sports car is parked in front of the supermarket, the fox opens the door, Lake is in the passenger seat, and Wesley is in the back.

After firing a few more shots, the fox jumped into the driver's seat and drove away from the supermarket at a rapid pace.

Cross drove a van carrying cat food and chased after him.

Lake buckled his seatbelt, and the fox drove too fast, overtaking frantically along the way.

Wesley, who was sitting in the back, also immediately buckled his seatbelts.

"He's after him!" Lake looked through the rearview mirror and saw the van in hot pursuit.

"Keep your head down!" The fox killer shouted.

"Bang bang bang!" The shots rang out, and the cross began to shoot, knocking holes in the rear glass of the sports car.

The fox immediately drove the sports car to the left and turned into the wrong lane to avoid the bullets.

Looking at the oncoming traffic in front of him, Lake felt dizzy!

Fortunately, the fox's driving skills are excellent, and there is no direct collision accident, and it can quickly dodge the vehicles in front of it.

When the wrong-way lane meets a turn at an intersection, the fox immediately drives back to the normal lane.

The van driven by the cross in the rear is still in pursuit.

The fox took a gun, smashed the front windshield of his sports car, jammed the accelerator with a fire extinguisher, and went out directly through the windshield.

"Lake, you take control of the steering wheel, you've driven the car!"

"The mechs have all been driven, let alone going to the sports car!"

The fox didn't understand, didn't ask, and began to shoot the cross behind him with his gun.

Lake leaned sideways, holding on to the steering wheel, trying to avoid the vehicle in front of him.

Lake is also very nervous, now in his state, if he is seriously injured in a car accident, even if others do not die, he is estimated to hang up directly.

And the fox is in the windshield, which is too disturbing to his vision, hey!

The physical attributes are low, and some are slow to react, and the movement of the hands cannot keep up with the conscious response of the brain.

"Bang After a few sounds, the sports car was already close to the side, knocking down several cars, and almost knocking the fox female assassin who was out of the windshield into the air.

The fox frowned, regretting putting Lake in the passenger seat.

The fox outside didn't dare to stay any longer, so she immediately went back to the car, and instead she drove by herself, not daring to let Lake drive.

There was a roadblock in front of him to intercept it, and the fox drove elegantly, starting after an emergency stop.

The sports car turned out to be like a person and a car in one, the sports car stopped sideways next to the roadblock, then reversed, and continued to drive over the roadblock.

During the reversal of the sports car, Lake's head hit the roof of the car, and his physical attributes were too weak, and he fell into a coma.

Wesley was also unconscious, as if he had been stunned.

Crossing the barrier, the female fox assassin quickly drove away.

The small box of goods driven by the rear cross cannot pass this obstacle because of the volume of the body.

The cross could only give up the chase and jump out of the car to escape.

When Lake opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a couch in a second-floor workshop.

Wesley was beside him, and Wesley leaned in towards Lake, looking around in horror.

In this workshop on the second floor, there are several people who look fierce and vicious.

Lake looked around and saw that the butcher, the gunsmith, the repairman, the apothecary, and the weaver leader Sloane were there.

Female Fox Assassin, standing at the top of the stairs.

If he didn't know the original book, Lake would have thought that he had been kidnapped and imprisoned when he looked at the current situation. In fact, their current situation is not much different from kidnapping and detention.

Old man Sloan walked over and came to the couch to look at Lake and Wesley.

"What are you bringing us here for?" Reker asked, holding his head high, not afraid.

After all, you have to join the weaving mill and become a trained assassin in order to complete the first stage of the main quest.

Now that Daddy Cross is not dead, the assassins in this weaving factory will not kill them, at least not Wesley, nor will they openly kill themselves to make Wesley resentful.

"Let's take a test first, and if you pass the test, we'll talk about it later." Sloane said, gesturing at Wesley, motioning for him to come over.

"Go ahead, it's okay!" Lake raised his hand and patted Wesley's brother on the shoulder, comforting him.

Wesley walked over and was led by Sloan to a small paper basket with several flies flying above it.

The old man Sloane handed Wesley a small pistol and opened the pistol safety so that Wesley held it in his hand.

"Hit the wings of a fly!" Sloan whispered.

"What, how is this possible!" Wesley said in surprise.

"Your father is the strongest assassin of all time. You have inherited his excellent Assassin bloodline, and you should be able to do it. Shoot and hit the flies in the wings! Sloane said in a commanding tone.

Wesley stood there, still not firing.

At this time, the repairman directly took the gun, walked over and stood behind Wesley, pointed at the back of Wesley's head, "Shoot, hit the fly's wings." ”

Lake sat on the couch and looked at Wesley, who was pointed at gunpoint, his body trembled a little, and Wesley was scared.

Wesley's expression contorted slightly, and his breath became rapid.

This Wesley, into bullet time, everything around him, began to slow down for him.

Slowing down several times, ten times, Wesley stared at the flies in front of him, and the flies gradually became as if they were stationary.

"Bang bang bang!" After three shots in a row.

Wesley threw away his pistol and ran straight back to the couch and sat next to Lake, gasping for air as he pulled his headache medication out of his pocket.

The old man, Sloan, quickly picked up the thrown pistol, went to the trash can to pick up the corpses of three flies, walked up to Wesley, and stopped him from taking his medicine.

Sloan handed the pistol to Wesley and told him to hold it.

"Your headache isn't really a disease, it's your talent as an assassin. See for yourself, you shot through the wings of three flying flies. This kind of marksmanship and gun sense is not something that ordinary people can do. You have the potential to become a good assassin and avenge your father! Sloane said in a deep tone.

"Impossible, how is this possible!"

"Your account has increased by 500,000 yuan, join the weaving factory, you don't have to worry about money in the future, and you can avenge your father." Sloan said.

Wesley froze and began to hesitate.

"Ryker, go give it a try and see if you have the talent to be an assassin! It doesn't matter if you don't, it's up to your brother to avenge your father! Sloan said, pulling a small pistol out of his bosom and handing it to Lake.