This is a trap.

And......

This sentence is an obvious and obvious trap, but anyone with a slightly higher IQ will realize that something is wrong after hearing this sentence, and there is a 90% probability that they will not step into this trap.

But Wesley didn't just step in.

It's still the kind of results that exceeded Booker's expectations, and Booker was a little surprised.

Booker was a little overjoyed.

Wesley would fall into the trap of his words, which Booker had anticipated, after all, in all fairness, to be honest, Wesley's IQ was not good in the first place.

Although it can't be said that he has low intelligence, there is nothing brilliant about it, otherwise, he would not be played by the textile factory, not only let his father lose his life for him, but even his own life.

Therefore, Booker could have expected Wesley to be hit, but he never thought that Wesley almost didn't want to, he threw a bait that was considered a straight hook, and then he bit the hook directly.

Booker thought so, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter!

Wesley couldn't laugh.

Standing on the ground, with his head tilted, looking at Wesley of Booker, looking at the smile on the latter's face that was becoming more and more unconcealable, he clenched his fists: "Bastard, what are you laughing at!" ”

Damn it.

This bastard, think I can't kill him?

Lao Tzu is also a killer!

Wesley jerked his hand.

The bullet was instantly discharged, and once again whistled towards Booker, who was becoming more and more hateful in his eyes.

It's a pity that it's useless!

Booker blasted out the blade, not even bothering to dodge, and almost at the moment when Wesley's bullet was about to burst into the air, the blade appeared, accompanied by a burst of sparks, and once again strangled the special bullet into slag.

Submit.

Booker didn't pay attention to the words that belonged to George that were transmitted from the glasses to his ears through bone conduction, took off the glasses, and directly turned off the communication, then looked at Wesley, and said slowly: "Wesley, I'm glad you are alive!" ”

If you don't come, there will be no backstabbing for this matter.

For that alone, Booker had to compliment Wesley.

It's just that Booker has always been kind and loving.

Assassin's Way!

"Whew!"

"Boom!"

Booker rolled over, jumped directly from the guardrail, and landed firmly on the ground of the first-floor factory under Wesley's gaze, and then looked at Wesley: "But, I'm very unhappy about the fact that you shot me." ”

Wesley came running quickly to take the blame for him, and Booker was naturally very happy and happy to praise him.

But......

Wesley shot him and tried to kill him, and it was true, and for anyone who dared to shoot him, Booker wouldn't laugh and let him shoot, he would just send him on his way.

Favors and faults do not cancel each other out.

Besides.

Wesley ran over to pick up the pot, Booker has already said thank you, what else do you need him?

Say thank you again?

"Thank you!"

"What?"

"I said thank you."

Booker smiled at Wesley, who seemed to be given by him, and said thank you for the third time, which was considered to be a complete repayment of Wesley's kindness for coming to pick up the pot: "In return, I allowed you to strike first, but you only have three chances." ”

Three thank yous.

Three chances.

If this can't completely offset Wesley's kindness, then Booker has no choice but to wait until next year to send a flower to Wesley's grave.

The premise is that Wesley needs to have a grave.

Wesley listened incomprehensibly, and with some clueless words, the special pistol in his hand, which was said to be his father, was aimed directly at Booker, and said sharply, "What trick are you playing?" ”

Booker looked at the muzzle of the gun aimed at him, and spread his hands without paying any attention: "It's nothing, didn't you say that I killed your father, then you can shoot, I'll give you three chances to shoot." ”

If someone had pointed a gun at him before today, Booker would have struck first.

But now?

It's not whoever strikes preemptively and holds a weapon who can speak loudly.

The adrenaline rush from the cross gave Booker the confidence he has now, and from this day on, no one can speak out loud to him, and he can't be sniped with a pistol or a sniper rifle.

So......

He had no way to thank the cross, and Wesley was the son of the cross, so giving Wesley three shots was a reward for thanking the cross.

As Booker said, he has always done things, and he has clear grievances!

Booker spread his hands and smiled at Wesley, who was twenty meters away from him.

"Shoot."

“……”

Wesley looked at Booker in disbelief, completely unaware of what he was up to.

But......

"Do you think I don't dare?"

Wesley suddenly roared angrily, with a bang, and raised his hand in an instant, the pistol that looked like a custom-made pistol, the trigger was pulled instantly, and with a bang, a special bullet whistled directly from the muzzle.

Booker leaned sideways to the right.

Shout!

The bullet almost grazed Booker's earlobe, and even Booker could feel the sound of the bullet rubbing against the air as it spun and flew past his earlobe.

Crisp and pleasant!

It's a good bullet.

"Not bad!"

Booker nodded, affirmed the craftsmanship of the bullet, and then stood up straight again and looked at Wesley: "But, it's not enough, come again, you only have a second chance." ”

What?

Wesley looked at Booker, who was unharmed, didn't even move his footsteps, and was slightly stunned for a moment, but quickly came back to his senses: "You're looking for death, bastard!" ”

The trigger was pulled again.

Bang!

Bang!

Two bullets, one after the other, were directly detained from Wesley's pistol, whistling, and then, at the moment of discharge, they directly changed the trajectory of the flight very unscientifically.

A bullet spun sharply and directly in a large circle, trying to attack Booker from the side and rear.

The other bullet accelerated in a curve and slammed into Booker's eyebrows.

Booker raised his eyebrows!

Next second!

Teppanyaki!

Bang!

The bullets that were about to attack Booker one after the other, and at the moment when Booker was leaning in the sky, they collided directly in the sky above Booker's vision, and the bullets from the same gun instantly collided together.

"Not bad!"

Booker straightened up, tilted his head, and expressed his appreciation for Wesley's wit, and then, with his right hand outstretched, two bullet fragments that collided together and shattered at the same time fell to the ground with a clanging sound: "But, it's not enough, the last time ......"

The voice has not fallen!

Wesley, on the other side, raised his gun directly.

Bang bang bang!

The expression is crazy.

Seeing this, Booker laughed, turned sideways directly, and began to retreat towards the back while constantly dodging: "Little guy, you fouled!" ”

Wesley continued to chase Booker and shoot after him with an expressionless face, and his hatred was monstrous: "You give me death!" ”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

One bullet after another continued to shoot down around Booker, who was dodging continuously, shooting on the pillars on the side, constantly bursting out sparks, shooting at the corpses scattered on the side, directly making the corpses blood again.

"Bang, bang, click!"

In this large factory, Wesley, who was chasing behind Booker and constantly withholding bullets, suddenly heard the sound of his pistol being snapped, and then came back to his senses and prepared to quickly change the magazine.

But......

"I gave you a chance, but unfortunately, you're useless, Wesley!"

Surrounding the large factory, let Wesley's bullets, one after another into the corpse Booker stopped, staring at the rapid movement of the bullets, but in his eyes like slow motion Wesley, silver flashed, M1911 pistol hand: "So, it's my turn!" ”

Three chances, he gave Wesley without any discount.

Unfortunately, Wesley didn't take those three chances.

That......

What else to say?

"Bang!"

"Fack!"

Wesley snapped when he heard the sound of pulling the trigger, closed the magazine in his hand, raised his gun, and hurriedly shot at the bullets that came like bullet assassins.

Boom!

Bullets collide in the air, and sparks fly everywhere!

"Yo!"

"Not bad."

"Then try this!"

After Booker finished speaking, he shot again, this time, the bullet did not go straight out of the chamber, the moment it was discharged, it was directly imaginative, like an antelope hanging its horns.

Throwing guns!

How can it be!

Wesley was instantly stunned as he watched the bullet come from the chamber and constantly change its trajectory in the air.

After all......

It had only been two days since he had been arrested by the New York Police Department, and two days earlier, Wesley remembered very well that Booker was not from the textile mill.

But what did he see?

Booker actually knows the unique trick of the textile factory?

How so?

However, at the moment, it is no longer a question of why Booker can throw a gun, but a question of his life.

"Whew!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Wesley's heartbeat instantly accelerated, and in an instant, he fell into a state of mystery and mystery, and the speed of the violently beating heart in his body seemed to change.

And the bullet that was like an antelope hanging on its horns, which was rapidly coming towards him, was also in his sight, and gradually, it became traceable, and even the flight trajectory became so clearly visible.

Adrenaline rush!

Raise your gun!

Pull the trigger.

Coherent.

Bang!

After a crisp gunshot, under Wesley's gaze, the bullet slowly unloaded, and then, as in slow motion, it slammed into a bullet with incredible accuracy.

The next second.

The two bullets collided in the air and fell!

The crisis is over!

Wesley looked up and looked at Booker, who was also in his sight now, like a slow-motion man, and clenched his pistol: "You don't know who I am!" ”

Booker: "......"