Textile Mill No. 17.

Training room.

Wesley, with his hands tied, sat in his chair, his nose blue and his face swollen as he looked at the man in front of him who had caused all this, and his heart was full of anger.

"Why are you here, Wesley?"

Here it is, it's this problem again!

Wesley was depressed, and every time he got here, Fox would ask him the question over and over again, but no matter what his answer was, it would only be met with an iron fist from the repairman until he was knocked unconscious.

"As I said, you brought me here."

Wesley spat to the side, spat out the blood foam from his mouth, and said angrily, "I'm here to learn top-level assassination techniques, not to be beaten." ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wesley, but your answer is still wrong."

The repairman raised an eyebrow, but without a hint of apology on his face, wrapped the bandage around his hand, took a few steps back, and punched Wesley hard at the bridge of his nose.

Boom!

This punch was really hard enough, directly knocking Wesley and the chair to the ground, the repairman did not stop, he helped Wesley up, and then punched again, hitting the bridge of the opponent's nose again.

"Holy, repairman!"

Wesley was dizzy, his nose was burning and aching, he was sure that the bridge of his nose must be broken, and the damn repairman must be jealous of his high nose, otherwise why would he hit it every time?

The bandages on his hands were soaked in blood, and the repairman looked at them in disgust to change the bandages again, and Wesley finally got a hard-won respite, and seized the time to gasp for air.

Just then, however, Wesley heard Fox ask that damn question again.

"Why are you here, Wesley?"

"I'll say it one last time, I'm here to be a killer, not to be beaten!"

Looking at the repairman's back, Wesley said viciously, "If I want to find guilt, just keep sitting in the office." ”

Speaking of which, before joining the textile factory, Wesley did have enough money to live, because of his low salary, he had to rent a small house by the railroad full of noise, and his girlfriend had to complain to him about it every day.

But what can Wesley do, the company offers so much salary, it's already good to live here, he sometimes wants to ask his girlfriend, "Since you hate this place so much, why don't you find a class to make money, work with me, and get out of this hellish place as soon as possible?" ”

But Wesley still didn't have the courage to ask this sentence, and even silently tolerated his girlfriend's cuckolding of his friend, just because he was worried about losing his only friend and girlfriend at the same time.

When he arrives at the company, nothing good happens to Wesley, and the fat pig boss who suffers from bulimia always asks him for trouble, as if this can bring great joy to the other party.

In addition to these, there is another thing that has been bothering Wesley, he suffers from a rare congenital disease, once attacked, his heart beats wildly, and the rapid blood flow makes him extremely uncomfortable, and he has to rely on drugs to maintain normal physiological functions.

However, that was all in the past, and a few days ago, Wesley was approached by Fox and forcibly taken to the textile factory, and it was because of this that he realized that it was not a disease that was bothering him at all, but an innate talent.

Not only that, but he also inherited his father's inheritance of more than three million dollars, which can be said to change his whole life, jumping from the bottom to the peak in an instant, so he also happily accepted Sloan's invitation and decided to join the textile factory to inherit his father's legacy and become a great killer.

Boom!

A heavy, heavy punch in the face brought back Wesley's divergent thoughts, and he wanted to curse something, but the repairman didn't give him a chance to speak, and punched him again.

As the repairman continued to repair Wesley, the man standing next to Fox finally spoke the first words he said to the room.

"So, that's how you trained him?"

Rosen looked at Wesley who was beaten violently, and he felt pain for the other party, although the killer training he received when he was a child was also very harsh, but at least he could fight back at that time, instead of being like Wesley in front of him, his head was confused and unilaterally became a punching bag for being beaten.

"You know it's the quickest way to do it,"

Fawkes didn't like this either, but there was not much time left for the textile factory, so she had to use the most brutal means to force out the bloodiness and tyranny in Wesley's heart in the shortest possible time, and become a killer who dared to shoot and kill.

"Perhaps."

Rosen nodded, acknowledging Fox's training style.

After all, a serious illness must be attacked with fierce medicine, and a cowardly man like Wesley, who doesn't dare to resist and pretends not to see it, really needs someone to give him some fierce material.

"But that's not enough."

Rosen pointed to Wesley, who was about to be knocked unconscious, and said to Fawkes, "Don't you see, that kid doesn't understand why you're doing this, he just thinks you're abusing him." ”

Fox was speechless for a while, she had to admit that it was the first time she had seen an idiot like Wesley, and she had just completed the introductory test and was floating all in, shouting that she was going to participate in the hunt.

If he could, Fox would really want to break Wesley's head and see what was going on inside, what did he think the killer was, was it a movie?

If it weren't for the task Sloane gave her, Fox wouldn't want to waste her time training Wesley.

"Why are you here, Wesley?"

Seeing that the repairman had almost cleaned up the people, Fawkes asked as usual.

This time, Wesley, who heard the question, did not speak immediately, and was silent for a long time before he said vaguely: "I don't know who I am." ”

"What did you say?"

Fawkes was somewhat surprised to hear the answer, and asked again.

"I said, I don't know who I am, and I don't know why I'm here."

Wesley said, his eyes glazed over, and after countless tortures, he finally abandoned his past identity and became what Sloane wanted.

"You see, the way I train is still very effective."

Smiled and winked at the man next to him, Fox licked his sexy lips with his tongue, and said: "Next, that kid will be taken over by the boss, and he will start training tomorrow at the earliest, and for the rest of the time, do you want to go out for a drink with me?" ”

"Forget it."

Rosen did not hesitate and refused the other party's moving invitation, "The cross is still outside, I don't want to leave the textile factory." ”

"How about my room?"

Fox caught up with Rosen's departure, still not giving up, "I saved a bottle of good red wine......