But then, Sean discovered that "he" had guns at home, all kinds of long guns and short guns, and there were contraband such as automatic rifles.

But think about your identity, Walter executive, isn't that an outlaw, it's normal to have these things.

Although Sean is not good at marksmanship, he can cheat!

Using magical energy to create a straight line along the muzzle of the gun, the kind that only you can see, greatly simplifies the difficulty of aiming and reduces the opponent's vigilance.

Ready, Sean still wanted to pretend to be a force, opened a bottle of red wine, took two more glasses and put them on the coffee table, and sat on the leather sofa to rest leisurely.

On the surface, this is a relaxed person after work.

In fact, Sean's heart was tense all the time, and magical energy flowed between the palms of his hands.

"Jingle bell—"

The doorbell rang.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the other party followed him, since he chose the civilized behavior of knocking on the door, it is unlikely that he came to kill him.

Sean pressed the remote control and unlocked the door.

"The door is open, please come in."

With the sound of the door being slammed, in the dim light, Sean saw a burly man wearing a red and black coat, with a scar on his face and a beard.

Butcher? It turned out to be Butcher?

Why him?

Sean was a little confused, he and Butcher should have no intersection at all.

He is the leader of the Black-robed Pickets and a former member of the CIA's Black Ops Unit, who specializes in manipulating, intimidating, extortion, torture, and killing. He had always thought that his wife had been raped and killed by the motherland, so he began to slaughter superhumans.

But it turned out that his wife did not die, and he also brought a son, but ......

In short, this is also a poor man.

"Yo, isn't this the famous Mr. Butcher, please come in, please come in." Sean poured red wine into the goblet that he had prepared long ago, and made a good appearance of hospitality.

Butcher closed the door with his backhand, did not take off his shoes, stepped on the expensive woolen carpet with his mud-stained leather boots, walked to the coffee table and sat down, took a drink from his glass, and then wiped his mouth casually with his sleeve.

"You're not the real Sean." A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Butcher's mouth, "The real Sean, from the time I stepped on his carpet, has already jumped on his feet, this is your biggest flaw." ”

"The real Sean, when he found out that someone was following, he sent a text message to call the police, and even called a superpower." Sean followed Butcher's words sarcastically.

Butcher snorted disdainfully, and without asking Sean's permission, he lifted the entire bottle of red wine and poured it in two large sips, making a painful sound in his throat.

"It's still cool for you rich people, I haven't drunk such expensive wine for a long time." Butcher said with envy, but there was no corresponding look in his eyes, "I'm curious, where did you get so bold to dare to play a trick of stealing the sky under Walter's nose?" ”

"I'm also curious, how dare you appear here, the invisible man was killed by you, Walter is about to go crazy, and the motherland will find you." Sean raised his glass and took a shallow sip.

But Butcher finally got his bearings, "It seems that you are more suitable to be an executive of Walter than that dead pimp, and I wonder how a person like you became mentally ill and was locked up for so many years?" ”

"I'm also curious, how do you know about me and my brother." Sean asked rhetorically, he couldn't say that he knew it by watching TV series.

"I'm a sincere person." Butcher showed his trademark evil smile, "You are a fox friend of the motherland, I have been squatting you for a long time, and I originally planned to send you to hell last night, but I didn't expect to see a good show." ”

"I see, then it seems that I have done you a favor, at least the person you want to kill dies, and you don't have to take responsibility." Sean didn't look scared at all.

After discovering that it was Butcher, Sean didn't feel nervous at all.

No matter how fierce Butcher is, he is just an ordinary person, and he thinks that he is also an ordinary person to deal with.

Sean's current magical power is completely enough to deal with Butcher, not to mention that Butcher has no reason to attack him at all.

"You're quite capable of asking for credit, aren't you afraid that I will tell you about it?" Butcher threatened.

"Say? You try to appear in front of the motherland, will he patiently listen to your explanation or tear you apart in a second. Sean laughed.

Butcher choked for a moment, so he had to pour another big sip of wine, and said stupidly: "You know that there are quite a few places. ”

"Not only do I know that you have a grudge against him, but I also know why you have a grudge." The smile on Sean's face faded.

Butcher's face turned hideous, and the hand holding the bottle crunched.

"Are you sure you know?"

Sean was silent for a moment.

Not frightened, but thinking.

The truth, whether you should tell him now.

Butcher is a person who is carried away by hatred, and has lived for a long time to avenge his wife, although he later learned that his wife is still alive, but a series of actions have caused the accidental death of his wife, among which the extremist "Storm" is an important driving force.

If he tells Butcher now, it will have too much impact on the future plot, and he will definitely find a way to rescue her as soon as possible, which may lead to a greater conflict, and even lead to the protagonist's death directly at the hands of the motherland.

"Butcher's life is really miserable."

Sean sighed in his heart, but finally held back.

"I'm not the only one who knows what I know." Sean said instead.

"Then you should know why you hate Walter so much, and that man." Butcher naturally thought that Sean knew about the "rape and murder" of his wife.

"But hatred can't solve anything, and if you blindly attack Walter and attack the superpowers, you will only create more and more enemies, and finally go to a dead end." Sean said calmly.

"Deadlock? Hahahahaha! Butcher laughed, "I have no way to go for a long time, I am not afraid of death, what am I afraid of?" ”

"When I say dead, I don't mean death." Sean frowned slightly, "Refers to the path that makes you the most hated and hostile person you are." ”

Butcher's wild laughter came to an abrupt end, and the bottle slammed into the coffee table.

"Are you hinting at something?"

He gasped like a beast on the lookout.

"You've been sitting here long enough, and if you don't leave, Walter will find out." Sean didn't break it, but got up from the couch and went upstairs.

When he walked around the corner, out of the corner of his eye, there was no trace of Butcher in the living room.