The little spider had a bad career and secretly quit, but he also marked Wesley as a lifelong disgrace and secretly determined to bring this guy to justice!

And Wesley, who was marked by Spider-Man as his lifelong enemy, followed the hot girl Fox to an abandoned factory in the suburbs at this moment.

Due to the gradual advancement of urbanization, many suburban factories have been abandoned, and the cost of demolition has increased the cost of development, which is not as fast and cost-effective as directly building new areas, so a large number of empty urban areas have appeared on the outskirts of the city.

This place is occupied by an old African-American man named Sloan, and it has become a secret base that no one knows!

Wesley follows Fawkes through the dirt roads that flow with sewage, as he unravels the mysterious castle-like factory.

Wesley hadn't thought about resisting, but the woman seemed to know his thoughts very well, and whenever he was about to get his hands on it, she would stop his plans first.

Although the other party did not hold the gun or look at him at all times, he was sure that the other party was aiming at him at all times.

Whenever he made any move, the hand holding the transmission would pull out a gun and point it at his head.

This damn feeling finally disappeared the moment I stepped into the factory!

Maybe it's not disappearing, but it's just being hidden deeper by the other party.

There weren't many people in the factory, three or five strong men were playing with throwing knives or wiping pistols, and it was only when the other party looked at him that the feeling of being targeted would reappear.

"I didn't have any money or assets, and you saw it at the time, and I threw all the bags of gold away....."

Wesley was still trying his best to explain, but Fox didn't listen to him at all, just stared at his chest with his majestic pecs, and forced him up the stairs step by step.

And those strong men also slowly surrounded and killed the rest of the intersections one by one.

"I thought he would be a little taller!"

An abrupt voice rang out above Wesley's head, startling him to look up.

I saw a black old man, in a straight suit and in good spirits, holding the fence with both hands, looking down at him proudly.

Damn, when will a nigger be able to look down on a white man in such a pose?

Although Wesley was resentful in his heart, he didn't dare to show half of it, and just stumbled to explain his innocence to this old guy who seemed to be a big guy.

The old man's name is Sloane, and he is the current owner of this factory.

I saw Sloan walking down the stairs step by step, his steps were heavy and steady, step by step, stepping on Wesley's nonsense, and walked to the other party's side.

Sloan picked up the trash can on the side, but there was a bright spot.

You can see uneaten takeout and buzzing flies inside.

Sloane reached out and handed Wesley the wooden, intricately carved pistol in divine relief.

"Shoot off the fly's wings!"

Wesley was stunned for a moment, feeling four sharp, eyes like sharp swords, locking on his eyebrows, temples, heart and other vital parts, making his breathing stagnate.

"Oh no..... Well.... This..... Hehe.... Uh....."

Looking at Wesley, who was at a loss, Sloan handed the gun in front of him one step further, and shoved it into his hand almost half-pushing.

The moment he held the gun in his hand, the suffocating aims that pierced him all over his body were painful.

It was as if the slightest movement of him would be shattered by the sharpest of attacks.

"Either you shoot, or I'll turn it on!"

One of the brawny men walked up behind Wesley with a gun and held it against his head.

The cold touch reflected on his scalp through his hair, causing goosebumps to spread down the back of his head and throughout his body.

"Don't, don't... Don't be impulsive, I can do it, I can !! ”

Wesley shouted in fright, fearing that a single misfire would end his fragile life.

Although he awakened his ability, he was just scaring and scaring people, and he had never killed anyone, and tonight it was because of the injury that he subconsciously attacked Miles's vital point.

He really didn't want to kill someone!

"Alright, Planck, don't scare him!"

Sloan said softly to the strong man holding the gun, the other side was slightly entangled, and finally took a sip, pulled a gun flower from the revolver in his hand, and put the gun into the sheath.

"Call me Captain!"

Planck didn't dare to contradict Sloane, but he was still unhappy with the other party's drive.

He was a pirate force near Somalia, and not long ago this dark old ghost came to his door and killed all his men without saying a word.

Of course, it was the madwoman who looked bewitching, but didn't want to die if she picked up Gatling.

This woman is the old man's thug, claiming to be a bounty hunter, nicknamed Fox, in addition to being as charming as a fox, but also as cunning as a fox, Planck has suffered a lot at her hands!

He has been here for a while, and every day he eats and drinks, trains his skills and marksmanship, and this semi-house arrest method makes him very resistant.

The factory is full of weirdness, and these steel machines always give him the feeling of being a living person, as if they are constantly watching them.

And it's all weirdos, even weirder than his moody pirate captain!

Except for him, Fox, and the old guy Sloane.

The remaining two guys should not be underestimated, one is a high-IQ fraudster, and he wants to pull you to fight the landlord Triste if he has nothing to do.

The other is called Graves, who looks like a fool, but like a humanoid self-propelled turret, he can always bring out an unexpected heavy firepower weapon from a wide trench coat, and it is a tomato sauce operation in your face.

It's no problem for people here to rob the vaults of the United States, and I don't know what this old guy named Sloan wants to do.

What made him curious was the two strokes that just came in today.

Before the other party came in, Sloan gave him an order to become the opponent's sword bearer and kill the other party at the right moment!

So who will tell him when Nima is the right moment?

Just now, Lao Tzu's gun was pointed at the other party's head! This is not the right moment???

I just don't know, who is his sword-bearer?

Planck sneered past these perverts, only to find that everyone was looking at each other in tacit understanding, like poisonous snakes ready to prey.

"Bang bang!"

In a series of six shots, three whirling flies in the trash can fell in response, two of them were torn off their wings by the bullet flames, and only one was unlucky and was hit in the body by a single shot and turned into flying ashes.

"Boy, Nima is playing with me, it was the fly wings that you were told to knock out, and I didn't tell you to kill them!"

As he spoke, Planck pulled out his gun and pointed at Wesley, as if he was ready to make a move.