"Please, don't fight again!"

Wesley pleaded with the repairman with blood on his face.

A few days ago, a young lady with long legs and big waves found him, saying that he was the son of the world's number one killer, and that he had the blood of a peerless killer in his body.

Originally, he would never believe such a thing, but when he shot off the wings of a fly for the first time under the threat of his life, Wesley realized that he was so good!

Although he was twenty-five years old, he had already passed the age of secondary two illness, but suddenly found that he was very likely to be a peerless master hidden among ordinary people, plus more than three million dollars of all the property that was said to be his dead ghost boss was transferred to his bank card, Wesley suddenly felt that the world was better.

He directly fired his boss's squid, and by the way, he jumped and jumped on the computer keyboard to beat his friend who slept with his horse to a mild concussion.

There's no way, what you have now is money, and what you want is arrogance.

Besides, to hell with that ugly woman with no breasts, no ass and freckles, Lao Tzu will be able to sleep with a sexy and beautiful female killer in no time, who is still rare to be that ugly monster!

It's just that the killer's career is not as good as he imagined.

For the past few days, he has been beaten up every morning by this guy called the repairman, who will beat him every time until his nose bone is broken and his head is dizzy.

Then, when he finally woke up, he would be taken to learn knife skills from a guy called the butcher.

But in Wesley's opinion, the so-called learning knife skills is completely one-sided abuse, and he doesn't know how many knives he has been cut by the butcher these days!

Seriously, if it weren't for the Brotherhood's possession of a special nutrient solution that quickly stimulates cell division in the human body to heal most of his injuries, he would have been carried to the crematorium by now.

As for other activities such as shooting exercises, jumping off buildings, and climbing walls, they will torture him to death.

Now that Wesley is about to regret all his intestines, how much can't he think about it, so he will think about running to be a killer?

Don't you know what you are?

Every day is to be beaten up, and he feels like he is about to collapse!

"Damn it!" The repairman angrily punched Wesley in the face again, knocking two of his teeth away.

"He still can't comprehend?" Looking at Wesley, who had even knocked over his stool and was stunned, Sloane walked in like a ghost.

"No, this kid is just an elm head, I think it might be better to kill him directly!" The repairman angrily unfastened the bandage on the back of his hand, which was covered in blood from beating Wesley.

"What about the other courses?" Sloane's face was as black as coal, and he asked Firefox.

Of course, because he is originally black, whether he is black or not, everyone can only guess by feeling, and it is absolutely impossible to see it.

"There is no progress, no matter how much you stimulate him, he can't trigger bullet time!" Firefox shook his head, ashamed of his ability to lead apprentices.

A few days ago, without any systematic training, Wesley could shoot off the wings of flies with a gun, but now that she has been trained, it is not as good as a day, which really makes her not know what to say.

It is said that Wesley's performance in the past few days can be regarded as hard work, in order to give him the confidence to train, Firefox has contributed his thighs, but as a result, this guy's fighting spirit has improved, but his strength has regressed!

"Damn! Boost your training! ”

Sloan said gloomily.

"But he's at his limit now, and he'll die if he trains more." Firefox said as he looked at Wesley, who was slumped to the ground and vomiting blood from the corner of his mouth.

"We don't have time!" Sloan clenched his fists fiercely, Cross didn't know what had gone crazy these days, and frantically began to snipe the killers in the organization.

Twelve members have been killed in a row in the past few days, and it can be said that as long as the members of the Brotherhood dare to leave alone, then they will definitely be killed by the cross.

Now that all the strongholds on the periphery of the entire Brotherhood have been uprooted, they are surrounded by the cross alone!

"I see!" Firefox nodded silently, although she did have a slight affection for Wesley, but as a fanatical believer, Firefox was absolutely loyal to the organization, not to mention just one Wesley, even if it was herself, she could kill it.

Sloan shook his head and walked out of the training room, Wesley's training speed was too slow, and the frequency of the cross's attacks was too fast, he had to go to the office to consider whether he should send a team of masters to surround the cross.

'The Brotherhood dispatched two decoys, located at the Press Plaza on 9th Street, next to the bait, with four hunters in ......

Cross looked at the message that popped up on his phone and pouted uncontrollably.

The message, without any annotation number, suddenly appeared on his phone four days ago.

At first, he thought that his whereabouts were exposed, so he threw away his mobile phone and fled in disguise, but when he finally found a new stronghold and bought a new mobile phone, the same news immediately appeared on his mobile phone screen.

After fleeing three times in a row and searching for a stalker to no avail, Cross reluctantly accepts that he is being watched.

But fortunately, the other party did not have any strange intentions towards him, but instead sent him all the peripheral information of the Brotherhood plus the detailed information of the members who went out during this time.

Seeing this information, the heart of the cross hanging in the air finally fell.

In his opinion, the guy on the other side of the mobile phone should be the high-level of the Continental Hotel!

The Continental Hotel has been trying to unify the underground killer world all these years, but because of the existence of the Brotherhood, the Continental Hotel has been a bogeyman.

Now that it has encountered such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if the Continental Hotel does not take the opportunity to make some benefits, it will really be in vain.

Although Cross knew that he was being used as a knife by the Continental Hotel, he didn't care at all.

After all, for the crucifix of the fanatics, since all the members of the Brotherhood are now named by the Loom of Fate, then he should follow the orders of the Loom and send all those original colleagues to God!

As for whether he was being used as a gunman or not, it didn't matter at all.

Packing his bags, Cross began to methodically pick up his favorite firearm and put it on his body.

This time, Sloane sent four masters second only to him in one go, and without this information, even he would definitely not be an opponent.

But now that I even know where those colleagues are hiding, then there will be no suspense in this battle at all!

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