On the table was a Colt M80 pistol, completely disassembled, with large and small parts scattered on a small half of the workbench.

The problem with the gun has long been detected, and the buckle of the magazine slot is too worn out due to long-term use, so it will occasionally cause the magazine to fall off when used.

Mr. Wesley has seen a lot of this kind of firearm maintenance problem, and he can easily solve it in no more than 10 minutes at most.

But today, this pile of parts has been lying on the table for more than an hour, and no one has assembled them.

Leaning back in his work chair and staring blankly at the workbench in front of him, Mr. Wesley's heart was gloomy.

Of course, what worries him is not the business in the store, nor his occasional extra work, but the "Little Adventure World Championship (Qualifier)" that has just been held for three days in the virtual reality world.

After playing the game for almost a year, Mr. Wesley has long understood the game Little Adventure.

Because of his sharp marksmanship, he has a high score in the hidden evaluation, even if his superpower level is not high, but he can still be active in the high segment from time to time, and compete with a group of game masters and high-level superpowers.

He also knows deeply that these people are terrible, those game masters, or players like him, who have tempered military combat skills, are okay, they can deal with it, it's just that everyone fights wits and courage, even if they lose, they can accept it.

However, those high-level superpowers are different, and many of them make him unable to attack at all, unable to defeat.

For example, if someone turns into steel, then even if you are accurate in marksmanship, what is the use of hitting him more? And those who can fly, and they can't hit them even if they get a gun, so how can people deal with them? In addition, there are other strange abilities, and sometimes you don't know how to die, let alone defeat the confrontation.

And, out of his usual caution, he didn't choose to enter the game at the beginning of the competition, but chose to wait and see. The videos about the qualifiers in the Good Dream Live are overwhelming, and many of them are the dramas of high-level superpowers abusing other ordinary players.

Therefore, he had to admit that his initial idea was indeed a little naïve, and the bonus of 100 million meters of gold was afraid that he would not have a chance with him.

Yes, he can't wait a few weeks for those high-level superpowers to qualify, and then go to the competition and qualify, but what's the point?

Promoted to the knockout round, and even lucky enough to be promoted to the finals, how could he, a third-order [Heaven] level guy, defeat those fifth-order [Yellow] level or even sixth-order [Xuan] level guys? It's impossible to think about it!

Hey, this world is still a rich man's world after all......

Forget it, forget it, I'm still too naïve, when I entered this industry, I should have known that I had committed so many sins, and I couldn't escape after all, and I would talk about it later, I just hope that all the sins will be attributed to me alone.

But this game...... It's okay to continue playing, after all, in reality, you often don't get out of the fun once a month, but in the game, you can shoot and kill people every day, after all, what in this world will make people happier than a shot out of people's brains?

With another faint sigh, Mr. Wesley regrouped and began to mend the parts of the gun on the table and get to work.

But the gun was only halfway loaded, and suddenly, there was a knock on the window in front of the workbench, and then it opened.

Habitually, Wesley reached out and prepared to take the bill of lading.

However, instead of the bill of lading being handed over, the voice of Jon, the clerk outside, was heard: "Boss, someone is looking for you outside." ”

Looking for me? You're here to fix guns again?

Puzzled, Wesley looked up and looked out.

Outside was a tall and thin man, wearing a gray coat and a round-brimmed hat, and it was worth noting that on his face, from between the left eyebrow, through the nose, to the edge of the right cheek, there was a long, hideous scar, which gave this originally beautiful face a seven-point fierceness.

Wesley knew this man, he wasn't a regular customer in the store, he wasn't his friend, but a colleague who belonged to the same league of Killers as him!

The Rice Island Killer Alliance is an organization hidden in the dark, and the largest killer organization in the whole of North America, specializing in helping some rich people, politicians, or other powerful and wealthy people solve some problems.

Although it is a killer organization, not all of them are killers, just like killers are also divided into types, some like to poison, some like to use guns, and some like to cause accidents...... It can be selected according to the customer's requirements.

There are also those in the organization who specialize in providing weapons, those who specialize in supplying intelligence, those who specialize in fabricating all kinds of false identities, those who specialize in handling corpses, and those who specialize in torture and interrogation...... A wide variety of other members.

And the scar man standing in the store, looking at the various firearms in the store with interest, is a "scavenger" who is responsible for dealing with the traitors of the organization.

The reason why Wesley knew him was because a few years ago, he had a very short period of money, when he was hungry and took on any task, he took over a task to deal with the traitors of the organization, which was a cooperative mission, and his temporary partner at that time was the scar man in front of him, and the two of them together executed a female killer who found SBI shelter and tried to escape incognito by betraying the organization's intelligence.

In the process of cooperation, Wesley was very impressed with him, and was deeply shocked by his ferocious, decisive, and bloody methods.

But...... Why did he come to the door? And also! How did he find me? If he can find me, wouldn't it be easy to find my family?

Well, the second question doesn't make sense, the organization can even find the safe house of SBI dedicated to protecting tainted witnesses, and it is certainly not difficult to find a self who regularly takes on tasks.

The key is, what is he looking for himself? I have been doing tasks conscientiously and without betraying the organization......

Moreover, he also strictly abides by the professional guidelines of a killer, never asks too many questions, does not have any curiosity about the target person, and does it directly, trying to minimize contact with those sensitive information, and there has never been a bloody thing like a bad Hollywood movie, where a killer falls in love with a target...... Why is he looking for himself?

Although he was puzzled in his heart, he still had to face what he should face, and Wesley was never afraid of such a face.

And, first, he had to make sure his family was safe.

Finding his two pistols out of the hidden recess under the workbench and loading them in the holsters around his waist, Wesley opened the door and walked out of the warehouse.

He opened his arms: "Oh, Crawford, what wind is blowing you over?" ”

Scarface on the other side also opened his arms: "I happened to be passing by, let's come and see your old friend." ”

Then the two hugged each other as if they were really old friends.