Cross soaked Russell in a slightly muddy pool with a painful face, and said stiffly: "That's all for tonight, we'll continue tomorrow, you have a good rest first!" ”

The head of the cross did not look back, and every time he remembered Russell's neat and clean shot, he felt a pain in his brain. thought that with a little adjustment, Russell would be able to quickly become a teacher, but now it seems that he is too idealistic.

If you rate Russell's performance just now, the choice of the cross is D, Double D, and it can't be more!

The good news is that he didn't aim his head when he fired the gun, otherwise it would have been difficult to find a good assistant!

Russell also had a painful face, and it was all a lie that he could still live after being shot on TV, he was only shot in the thigh, and he basically lost his ability to fight. Those who were shot in the arm and continued to fight back with a gun, or who had been shot a dozen times and did not fall, really don't know what the physiology is.

Russell expected the cross to be shot suddenly, but he didn't expect two shots in a row. It can be seen that with his current strength, it is very difficult to deal with the top killer without equipping the card.

Soaking in the pool, Russell felt some itching from the wound on his thigh, as well as several injuries from the day, like ants crawling on the wound, which was very uncomfortable.

This is a normal reaction to the recovery of the wound, because the speed is too fast to cause discomfort, the turbid liquid in the pool is not simple, the world of [League of Assassins], except for bullet time and loom, the most mysterious thing is the medicinal bath that he is soaking in right now.

The drug in the water can stimulate white blood cells through skin contact, speed up the recovery process, bruises, knife wounds, fractures, and recover in a few hours, much stronger than Russell's unreliable system.

At the headquarters of the Brotherhood, Textile Factory 17, there is a place known as the Recovery Room, which also has this potion pool that allows people to quickly repair damage.

The leader of the Brotherhood, Morgan Freeman, no, is the leader Sloan, the largest gauze in the textile factory, and he sits on the treasure mountain and does not know it. There are many ways to make money, why do you have to choose to kill, he can take the formula to apply for a patent, and then open a factory to manufacture a diluted version of the healing elixir in batches.

With this kind of miracle medicine in hand, dominating the medical world is simply a piece of cake, and it is not a dream to be rich enough to rival the country!

"If Sloane goes to a certain point, he will definitely hit the street properly......" Russell closed his eyes and his body was immersed in the water.

……

The next day, Russell's biological clock automatically woke him up, and he broke free of the potion, which had completely solidified on the surface, and got up from the pool, and after changing his clothes, he didn't see the cross.

Russell practiced shooting at the shooting range in the factory, because of the improvement of his intelligence attributes, coupled with the residual memory of the firearms of the subway police, he shot at the humanoid target with 100 shots, and after shooting five magazines in a row, he gave up the unchallenging practice.

Without him, it is inflated!

Russell waited for a while, and when he saw that the cross had not yet come, he decided to go out to forage for food. The effect of the medicated bath was very effective, and all his injuries were recovered, and he couldn't tell that he had suffered a gunshot wound last night, and he was very hungry now.

is still the grandfather of KFC, not because he is poor and has no choice, but junk food is high in calories and can replenish the energy consumed.

After filling his stomach, Russell returned to the factory, still without the ghost of the cross. He speculated that the other party might be spying on the cuckold son's girlfriend so much that he couldn't type with his hands, or that he was chasing a target.

Russell picked up the pistol and did another hour of boring practice, and then he gave up, and the rigid low-level training did not give him a boost except to kill time.

There weren't many pistols on the cross, and this was not his lair, and Russell could see that the cross didn't have a candid idea of publication. But it doesn't matter, Russell has read the original book and knows his biggest weakness, his son - Wesley!

If there really is a Child of Destiny, then in the world of the League of Assassins, Wesley is the Child of Destiny.

People live for a lifetime, some people become legends, and some people are outright masturbating. Dig deeper into the reason, do you think it's because of your own ability?

No, your abilities are sufficient, but your genes are not!

All roads lead to Rome, but some people were born in Rome and are Roman princes!

The world of the League of Assassins is a world that looks at bloodlines, and without adrenaline bloodlines, you can't become a top killer. It only took Wesley two weeks to surpass the 20 years of hard work of many geniuses, and who is to blame for that?

But Russell didn't panic at all, he hung up!

Speaking of Wesley, Russell felt the need to get in touch, this kid was super god in the later stage, except for the cross, he was the most hanging, while he was still a masturbator, it was necessary to invest in it.

Although this may well anger the cross, he cannot be blamed for this incident, it is just a coincidence, how would he have known that Wesley is the son of the cross.

Before he could still use it, Russell decided to take a wave!

Russell buckled his baseball cap and walked out of the factory gate, following the light rail route, following the clues in his memory.

Wesley's rental house is near the light rail, but Russell finds that the neighborhood is full of old-fashioned rental houses with three or five stories; There was an ATM next to Wesley's house, but Russell had found more than thirty ATMs; Wesley often buys anxiety attacks at supermarkets near his home, but Russell followed the light rail track and found five supermarkets, each of which sold the drug.

Russell: "......"

"Well, just be familiar with the terrain, at least when I'm being hunted down, I won't get into a dead end."

Looking at the moon rising after sunset, Russell gave up his plan to find Wesley, there were too few clues, and there was a good chance that Wesley appeared in front of him, which he didn't recognize.

Because no one stipulates that in the world he lives in, Wesley looks exactly like in the movies.

As for asking passers-by for Wesley's address, Russell didn't use this method, what he needed was a chance encounter.

Holding the family bucket in his arms, Russell wandered under the street lamp when the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

"Shit, where did you go again?"

Russell moved his phone away a little, the roar of the cross was so loud that his ears were about to pop out.

"I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU FOR A LONG TIME IN THE FACTORY TO COME OUT AND FIND SOMETHING TO EAT, AND THE CURRENT LOCATION IS ......" RUSSELL LOOKED AROUND, A SUPERMARKET CALLED 'THE EGG STORE', NEXT TO AN ATM MACHINE EMBEDDED IN THE WALL.

"Okay, you're still alive, no matter where you are now, hurry back to the factory and stay, the killer of the Brotherhood is nearby, you should be careful." After saying that, the cross hung up.

Russell listened to the blind sound on his phone, looked at the supermarket not far ahead, and his heart began to beat faster, and his perception told him that it would be dangerous next.

"You're right, I'll go back!"

There are some things that some people can't avoid if they want to, and just when Russell turned around and didn't take a few steps, a gunshot suddenly rang out in the supermarket.

After an explosion, a young man in a dark blue coat ran out in a panic.

Russell leaned against the wall, his eyes locked on the young man in the sling, although his face had changed slightly from his memory, but his intuition told him that the young man in front of him was Wesley.

Whew!

The screeching sound of tires grinding rang in Russell's ears, and Cross rushed out of the alley in a box truck transporting pets, slamming on the brakes and stopping beside Russell.

"Fcuk, what are you doing here?" The cross was jaw-dropping, and it was too much of a coincidence.

Russell shrugged his shoulders and didn't speak, picked up the chicken leg in the family bucket and took a bite, the meaning was already obvious.

Of course I'm here to eat, otherwise what else can I do!

On the other side, Wesley panicked and ran into the parking lot and was taken away by a cool red supercar.

Dodge - Viper SRT-10!

The tradition of American sports cars is to carry out the large displacement to the end, and this SRT-10 is an out-and-out representative of American displacement, with a 600-horsepower 8.4-liter engine, larger displacement, more power, and more torque, like a fierce viper.

Russell nodded again and again: "This car is great, what do you think?" ”

Cross rolled his eyes and dragged Russell into the car: "You come to drive, don't lose it...... Uh, how are you driving? ”

"The driving skills are average, the accelerator is stepped on to the end, and the rest is as fate as it gets!"

“What！？”

"Seat belts are fastened, pay attention to obey the traffic laws, we are on the road......" Russell fastened the seat belt, his eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and he stepped on the accelerator to the end.

[Host Equip 'Character Card: BABY', 400 seconds countdown, timer starts!] 】

Cross swallowed and subconsciously fastened his seat belt, and he felt a palpitating strength from Russell, an aura that only people who have reached the pinnacle of a certain field possess.

This is an old driver!

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【Street Diary】

Writers are divided into two categories, the great god and the street, some of whom are in charge of the great god and the other are in charge of the street.