Soon!

Firefox walked out of the office behind him.

Booker, who was standing in the corridor waiting, crossed his arms and looked at the firefox who came out with a smile: "How is it?" ”

The fire fox, who couldn't see any expression on his face, looked at Booker: "You want to learn how to throw a gun?" ”

Booker shrugged: "Of course! ”

This is the second reason why he is willing to go undercover.

After all, no one can say no to this unscientific marksmanship.

No way?

Booker let go of his arms, walked to Firefox, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't worry, I learn things quickly and won't delay you for long, or are you worried that you will be attracted by my charm after getting along with me for a long time?" ”

Firefox laughed directly.

Booker laughed too.

The next second.

Firefox swept directly past Booker's side and walked towards the stairs next to him: "Sloane said, what you are best at is close-quarters assassination and face changing. ”

Booker smiled slightly, turned around, and followed.

"What, do you want to see it?"

"Nope."

Firefox stopped, turned around unexpectedly, and made a close contact with Booker who was following him.

But......

Booker lowered his eyes and stared at the firefox's hand, which one was taken out at some point, and at this moment, he was holding a mediocre Glock seventeen from his brother.

Firefox's face, which had no expression, showed a smile that could be called charming.

The corners of Booker's mouth twitched, and he looked at Firefox: "Is this trying to express something?" ”

Firefox had a charming smile on his face: "I think what you are best at should be thick-skinned, but I'm curious if this place of yours will be as thick as your skin." ”

Booker replied, "Frankly, I don't know, maybe, you can try?" ”

After speaking.

Booker raised his eyebrows, and stepped forward directly, intending to hug the firefox who was at zero distance from him, preparing to completely come to the last negative distance contact.

Pity......

Firefox didn't give Booker this chance, but at the moment Booker left, he had already put away his gun, turned around and walked away again: "Mr. Sloane, it's okay to learn a gun, but it's bad to learn...... No way! ”

Booker looked at the Firefox, who was almost like running away, standing in place, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

It's okay to learn guns, but it's not okay to learn badly?

Are you sure?

I don't believe it.

Booker smiled lightly, lifted his foot, and caught up with Firefox, who was already walking away.

Soon.

Booker followed Firefox to a place that resembled a freezer on the west side of the castle.

But......

It is said that it is a cold storage, but it is more appropriate to describe it as a slaughterhouse, more than a dozen pigs that have been skinned and washed white are hanging on the iron hook track, if there is a little more blood on the ground, it will be more like a slaughterhouse.

"Whoa!"

After the firefox came in, he pressed a switch, and soon, a pig was directly transported, and then, after blocking the target paper fifty meters away, stopped.

"Come on."

Firefox casually grabbed a TT33 pistol on the table, threw him to Booker, who was standing behind him, and motioned to the target paper blocked by the pig: "Shoot." ”

Booker took the TT33 pistol, and when he heard this, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Firefox: "I remember, I'm here to learn how to throw a gun." ”

Firefox nodded, and then, propping his hands on the table, looked at Booker with a smile on his face...... Behind.

Booker raised an eyebrow.

The next second.

Another cold muzzle came directly from behind Booker, pushing against Booker's head, and then, a voice that sounded a little fat and even a little sloppy sounded in Booker's ears: "Shoot, or I'll ...... Yes! ”

The voice did not fall.

Bang.

The butcher who was in charge of the organization of the Brotherhood of Killers had not finished speaking, but he only felt a pain in his feet, screamed, and couldn't help but bow his head, looking at a bullet hole that had been opened in the center of his foot.

Firefox, who was about to watch the play just now, was suddenly stunned!

"Bang!"

"Ahh

Booker grabbed the TT33 pistol that had just changed from his right hand to his left hand, and fired another shot at the butcher's left foot, and then, with a dodge, bang, snatched the pistol from the butcher's hand, and then, with the TT33 pistol of the pistol, he aimed directly at the clumsy butcher who looked like a big stupid bear.

The butcher, who was in a cold sweat and had holes in both feet, looked at Booker with a panicked expression.

The corners of Booker's mouth began to rise.

The firefox behind him recovered from the shock: "Stay ......"

This gun is obviously an empty cartridge!

How so?

Firefox hurriedly called a halt!

But, it's too late!

"Bang!"

“…… Boom! ”

After a gunshot, the butcher's head fell back directly, and the whole person stopped moving, and in an instant, with a bang, the butcher who kept his head back fell backwards, and then slammed it on the ground.

"Huh."

Booker looked at the butcher who was slamming into the street, feeling the upper limit of the magic power that had increased a little again, sneered, turned around, looked at the firefox who didn't have time to say the words to stop, and raised his eyebrows: "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" ”

The firefox ignored it, but looked at the butcher who had fallen to the ground, his eyes wide open, and he looked dead.

Ten minutes later.

Sloan, the plant manager, along with pharmacists and pesticides, plus a repairman, arrived at the scene.

Sloane, the old black factory manager, had an ugly face.

The pharmacist, the insecticide, and the repairman looked at the corpse of the butcher of his colleague on the ground, and couldn't help but look at each other.

Sloane, the director of the factory, looked up, glanced at Booker, who seemed innocent over there, and then, after glancing at Firefox, took a deep breath: "What's going on?" ”

Firefox opened his mouth.

Booker coughed and looked at Sloane, the factory director: "My bad, I'm sorry, this guy was holding a gun to my head at the time, I defended, sorry, this happened too fast." ”

The attitude is serious.

The expression is very sincere.

Sloane, the director of the factory, looked at Booker, who had a serious attitude and a sincere expression, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he turned his head to the three pharmacists, insecticides, and repairmen who seemed to be eating melons over there, and said, "Damn, what are you doing standing over there, clean up this place." ”

The three of them came back to their senses, and one after the other carried the butcher who was fighting on the street out of the cold storage, and walked towards the basement not far away, ready to throw it at the incinerator in the basement and destroy it on the spot.

They are killers, and it is complete nonsense to expect any comradeship between killers.

After finishing speaking, the factory director Sloan also took a deep breath, glanced at Firefox, and then, as if he didn't plan to say anything, he turned around and left.

Soon.

Sloan, the director of the factory, also disappeared into cold storage.

Firefox frowned and looked at Booker.

But......

Booker turned around and looked at Firefox with a smile on his face: "No thanks! ”

Firefox: "......"