Firefox was also not the only one who was shocked.

And also......

Factory Director Sloane!

As the boss of the Brotherhood of Killers, and as the true owner of this castle, Sloane, who relies on cracking God's code to do tasks, is a person with a very good sense of control.

Naturally, in this cold storage, there is also monitoring.

At this moment, the factory director Sloan is in his office, looking at the picture in the surveillance, and repeatedly recalling the video of Booker hitting the target paper with his throwing gun technique just now, which is also extremely shocking.

Although he had promised that if Booker joined the Brotherhood, then Booker would be able to learn their unique skills.

But......

This is a special spear throwing technique of hanging Newton up and whipping, not a whipping trick.

Of course, Sloan, the director of the factory, did not say no to the Continental Hotel, but agreed cleanly, not because he admired Booker, but because he knew how difficult it was to learn to throw a gun.

Once you can't enter the edge of life and death, there is no possibility of learning, and after Booker killed the butcher, it is almost impossible to learn after learning the prerequisites for learning spear throwing from Firefox.

In fact, from a certain point of view, the death of the butcher can be regarded as an intentional act of the factory director Sloane.

Very simple.

Learning to throw a gun requires entering the edge of life and death, and requires a sense of oppression, and this trick, used against those who have just entered the industry, may be able to put them to death and come back to life.

However, this trick is used against an old killer, or rather, against an experienced killer, that is another matter entirely.

So......

The butcher died, so to speak, and died unjustly, but, it can also be said that the death was worth it.

But that's not the point anymore.

The point is, since Booker really learned to throw a gun?

How is this possible!

In the office, the factory director Sloan stared at Booker under surveillance, and his heart was no less shocked than that of Firefox!

in cold storage.

Booker looked at Firefox, whose beautiful eyes were shining and didn't know what he was thinking, smiled, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger again.

"Bang!"

“……”

Firefox watched as he once again swept out a graceful full moon scimitar trajectory, and then, once again, the bullet that hit the center of the target paper eyebrow with precision came back to his senses, and looked at Booker with a somewhat thirsty expression: "You really learned?" ”

The corners of Booker's mouth rose slightly: "I have a good teacher, don't I?" ”

It's a compliment.

No doubt.

Hearing this, Firefox laughed dryly twice.

Booker's eyes lit up and he looked at Firefox: "By the way, go to you or go to mine?" ”

Firefox frowned: "What? ”

"Drink!"

Booker casually threw the TT33 pistol aside and looked at Firefox: "Why, you plan to repay the debt, if it weren't for the motivation you gave me, I don't think I would have learned it so quickly, you won't regret it." ”

If you can learn it, I'll promise to drink with you?

When Firefox heard Booker's words, she thought of what she had promised Booker that if Booker really learned to throw a gun, she would agree to Booker's invitation, and her eyelashes couldn't help jumping, and she looked at Booker.

Booker smiled and said with a gentlemanly taste: "If you feel reluctant, you can refuse." ”

Firefox looked at Booker expressionlessly: "What I promised, I know very well. ”

After speaking.

Firefox turned around and walked to a corner of the cold storage, and then, grabbing the two bottles of whiskey on the shelf, walked over again, and threw a bottle directly to Booker.

Booker raised his eyebrows and took the whiskey.

Firefox was also very straightforward, directly opened a bottle of whiskey in his hand, glanced at Booker, and took a big sip very boldly, and then looked at Booker: "I drank it." ”

Booker opened his mouth, looked at the whiskey in his hand, and the Firefox who had already drunk one-fifth of it over there, couldn't help laughing, then shook his head, also opened the whiskey in his hand, grabbed the bottle of whiskey and raised it to Firefox: "Okay, cheers!" ”

Although it was not what he imagined to be drinking.

But......

It's a long time coming.

There's an old saying that if you want to be fast, you can't get there.

What I have is time.

Booker smiled, and then, under the gaze of Firefox, in front of Firefox, in one breath, very arrogantly, blew off the very cold bottle of whiskey in his hand.

Firefox's eyes were shocked again.

The next second.

"Ugh!"

Booker directly put the empty whiskey bottle aside, wiped his lips, and couldn't help but burp a full time, his eyes were a little blurred for a moment, and he looked at the fire fox: "Okay...... Wine...... Boom! ”

The words fell.

Booker staggered, and then, with a thud, he fell headlong onto the cold basement floor and fell into a state of snoring.

The fire fox, who was standing in place, looked at Booker, who had fallen asleep after drinking, and frowned.

Soon.

The pharmacist, who had just finished disposing of the butcher's body with the repairman and the insecticide, came to the scene, checked Booker, who was sleeping and snoring loudly, got up, looked at the fire fox and said, "Have you taken sleeping pills?" ”

Firefox looked at the pharmacist with beautiful eyes that seemed to be able to speak, but did not speak.

The pharmacist laughed dryly twice, raised his hands, and said that Booker was fine, but he was really asleep, and then changed the topic: "Did he really learn to throw a gun?" ”

Firefox glanced at the target paper, which was still behind the pig.

At the center of the eyebrows of the target paper, the bullet holes on the left and the right still give people a dazzling feeling.

Again, that's the same sentence.

Booker's spear throwing technique made Firefox feel like a scumbag suddenly met a god of learning, and the feeling of being ashamed of himself couldn't help but arise spontaneously.

"Find someone to take him back to his room."

Firefox took a deep breath, glanced at Booker, who was lying on the ground and fell asleep after drinking, and said to the pharmacist, and then said, "Is there any news from Wesley?" ”

Last night, 21 bridges in Manhattan were completely locked down.

But......

After a night of lockdown, it has also been reopened this morning, and it stands to reason that at this time, Wesley should have come back while the lockdown was lifted.

The pharmacist shook his head: "There is no news yet, but I should be back soon." ”

Soon.

Two apprentice killers from the textile mill walked in, pulled the sleeping Booker up from the ground, put him on his shoulder, and walked towards the door.

Just as the two of them were carrying Booker out of the cold storage, the repairman suddenly ran in from outside in a panic and almost hit the trainee killer who was carrying Booker's shoulder on the left.

"I'm sorry!"

Seeing this, the repairman hurriedly spoke, and then, passing by Booker's side, looked at the Firefox and the pharmacist who were in the cold storage, and said in a deep voice: "Wesley is being targeted by the New York Police Department. ”

Firefox and the pharmacist snorted and looked at the repairman: "......"