Yes.

A very bold, but unusually reasonable idea, the moment he heard that Wesley was not dead, like a demon, germinated in his mind and thrived.

Whoever kills, he will always kill him.

Although these killers who left the textile factory in pairs were all trainee killers, these people had human lives on their hands, and it was impossible for them to be accepted by the textile factory if they did not vote.

So......

Officers and soldiers catch thieves, it is a matter of course!

As for Wesley?

Whether Wesley is a good guy or not, Booker doesn't know, and besides, he doesn't care at all, Booker just needs to know a little bit is enough.

Sinner!

Wesley, who also had innocent lives on his hands, was undoubtedly a sinner, after all, he had no right to execute or deprive another person of his life.

One word.

Wesley, he doesn't have a license to kill!

Who gave him the power to execute and deprive another person of his life with impunity?

He's a cop?

Or a federal agent?

No!

Wesley, just a murderer who wasn't caught.

Unfortunately.

At the same time, it was Wesley's misfortune!

Because Booker happens to be a police detective!

Cat and mouse!

The police catch the murderer!

Unalterable principle!

Not to mention, it's still a murderer who is trying to steal someone's head with him, if he doesn't use it, Booker feels like a mallet!

Booker's thoughts raced as he smiled and said this to the approaching Firefox.

Firefox turned his head and glanced at the downstairs, three by two, three by two, leaving together, happy colleagues, nodded, and looked at Booker: "The cross is dead, Sloane said, you can have a holiday tonight." ”

During this period of time, because of the cross, everyone's mentality was tense, and even, staying in the textile factory, they were afraid that the cross would be sniped for thousands of miles and take away their own lives.

Not to mention, during this period of time, except for official killers such as Firefox, these trainee killers can only stay in the castle, which is no different from imprisonment for a Federation person who is dissolute and loves freedom by nature.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a cross outside that would lead people's heads at any time, and at other times, these people would probably have protested a long time ago.

So, after knowing that the cross was killed, these people could no longer carry it, and Sloan also knew this, in order to avoid the powder keg being ignited, so he immediately said that these people could go out and relax tonight.

Thereupon......

Booker listened to Firefox's words, raised his eyebrows, looked at Firefox, and the corners of his mouth rose: "Holiday, so you have time to have a drink with me?" ”

Firefox laughed, then, glancing at Booker, turned around, and walked towards the staircase from which he had come.

Booker blinked.

That's when it happened.

Firefox, who had already reached the top of the stairs, stopped, turned around, looked at Booker who was standing in place, and said loudly: "I know a good bar, are you interested?" ”

Booker's eyes lit up: "Of course, I'm interested at any time. ”

Do you need to be healthy when you're young?

No, you don't!

When you are older, save some money and ...... the iron kidneys of the power of Demacia

Bah.

When you feel that your interest is low, you can buy the Iron Body, and you will be able to resurrect it with full blood.

If you don't wave when you're young, when will you wave?

An hour later!

A small bar in Brooklyn.

As soon as you enter the door!

Booker knew why Firefox would choose this bar.

Without him!

From the layout of the bar, to the drinks, to the music in the bar, it's all about North Carolina and South Rhôna.

As for saying, what is the North Carolina wind.

Belch......

Booker can't say clearly, but this doesn't prevent Booker from being very clear about this, after all, where he was born, although he doesn't know how to describe it, it doesn't prevent him from knowing.

The bartender at the bar seems to recognize Firefox.

As soon as Firefox and Booker came over, they immediately took out two wiped beer glasses, picked up a full cup of craft beer from North Carolina and said hello warmly: "Jane, long time no see, this is ......"

"Long time no see!"

Firefox laughed, replied, and then introduced to the bartender, "Tyrone, my friend. ”

The bartender and Booker nodded in acknowledgment, then pushed the beer in front of Booker in a proud tone: "Authentic craft beer from North Carolina and Rhôna." ”

Booker smiled slightly, took the beer, and then, looking at the bartender who went to entertain the other guests, he blinked his eyes and looked at the firefox sitting next to him: "Jane? ”

Firefox glanced at Booker and just raised the beer in his hand: "Cheers!" ”

“…… Cheers. ”

Booker smiled and clinked glasses with Firefox, "Jane, Jane Fox, nice name." ”

Firefox didn't speak, put down his glass, looked ahead, and the mural was a very typical North Carolina building Moore Manor, and then, looking at Booker: "Do you believe in God?" ”

Oh, God?

I often swear by him, does that count as my belief in him?

Booker raised his eyebrows, then shook his head and said, "No, I believe in the real thing, and I believe in Mephisto a little more than God." ”

God, who knows if that thing exists.

Or Mephisto is better.

You can see it, you can feel it.

Firefox crossed his arms on the bar and looked at the mural of Moore Manor in front of him: "When I was young, I went to church with my mother and neighbors, and my godfather told us that as long as you believe in God, God will always bless you, and my mother believes in God very much, and I believe in it, but my mother still died." ”

"I'm sorry!"

Booker uttered a word of sympathy for Firefox's plight, and then, looking at Firefox, "Then ...... now?"

Firefox looked at Booker, took the beer in his hand, looked at Booker, and smiled: "The only thing my mother left me is this faith, if I don't even have this, I will have nothing." ”

Booker: "......"

An hour later.

Bang.

Booker didn't look at it, while nibbling with the fire fox, he kicked the open door directly with his backfoot, accompanied by the sound of rapid breathing, and the rising temperature, a pair of dog men ......

Bah!

A couple of men and women who were interested in having a concubine almost stumbled into the room.

There was another bang.

The door was slammed shut once more than he could bear.

Next second!

The firefoxes, who were gnawing at each other, bounced directly, and the pair of muscular thighs were directly wrapped around Booker's waist, as if he intended to regain the initiative in this way, and condescendingly once again nibbled at Booker, who was as impatient as a monkey to strip.

With a snort!

Room......

Instantly fascinated!

……