Luke had caught Mr. X, who was also wearing a suit and had a cold expression, and then handed him over to Rebecca to deal with.
Rebecca had given Mr. X a burning firebird, which could be said to be the shame of the Fraternity.
This kind of trash was actually recognized by Wesley as his father, and he swore to avenge him.
Even Luke, who didn't care about the matter, couldn't stand it anymore. Are you really men to fool that silly kid like that?
The Fraternity still had more than twenty famous killers and hundreds of ordinary members, but they didn't even have the courage to fight Cross head-on, and could only use his son as bait.
The Fraternity had truly fallen.
In comparison, Luke was more interested in the crucifix.
It wasn't because of Cross's combat ability, but because Cross had rebelled against the Fraternity after realizing that Sloan was using the name of the Loom of Destiny to kill people for money, and wanted to completely destroy this hitman gang.
Even though he might have killed innocent people before, Luke had to think highly of him for his determination to drag the Fraternity to hell even if he had to die.
Admitting a mistake was something that most people in the world couldn't do.
It was just like the contrarians on the Internet. Even if they knew they were wrong, most of them would rather argue and disappear if they lost, rather than simply saying "I was wrong."
The contrarians were just debating on the Internet, and were unwilling to admit their mistakes.
Cross, on the other hand, could not only recognize his mistakes, but he could also personally make up for them.
It was easy to say what you did and take responsibility for it, but few people could actually do it.
It was also for this reason that Luke didn't want to see Cross die in the hands of his son, Wesley. That would be the greatest tragedy for this unlucky father and son.
Then, he would kill the Fraternity first! He made up his mind.
After all, the Fraternity couldn't wait to get rid of Cross, the traitor. As long as they had concrete information about Cross, they would definitely jump out.
…
In the last few months, Wesley Gibson felt that he had reached the peak of his life.
After cursing the fat supervisor in the office and slapping away his "good buddy" Barry, who had wrongly accused him, he resigned and didn't take a single keyboard with him.
But then, he experienced pain that he had never experienced in his life.
Shooting, fighting, being tortured, and being beaten up had finally made him a tough man.
In addition, there were more than two million yuan in his bank account, and the enchanting Firefox made him unable to extricate himself.
Money, strength, women, everything was in his hands.
Alright, the Fire Fox was not something he could control. In fact, it was this woman who was guiding him in his studies.
Today, he finally received a mission, a mission that he was destined to carry out from the moment he entered the Mutual Aid Association — Hunting Crosses.
His biological father, Mr. X, who was killed before he even met his face, was killed by a cross.
But he didn't hate this traitor of the Fraternity too much.
Perhaps it was just that others told him that he should hate the cross, but deep in his heart, he was just curious.
The cross was too strong.
Even though he was on guard, two more famous assassins from the Fraternity had died in his hands in the past few months.
Firefox, the gunsmith, the tinkerer, and the butcher were all helpless against him. They could only pin their hopes on the newcomer, Wesley.
Wesley's body trembled slightly at the thought of dealing with this powerful opponent. He couldn't help but feel his heart speed up, and he almost automatically entered Physical Outburst.
But before he carried out this most important mission, there was something he needed to finish.
The Fire Fox leaned against the wall of the corridor. "Five minutes."
Wesley smiled relaxedly. "Two minutes should be enough."
As he spoke, he pounded on the door with his fist.
The incessant chatter in the room paused for a moment, and a man asked, "Who is it?"
Wesley didn't answer. He simply pounded on the door harder, and the dust on the door frame fell off.
The man shouted unhappily, "Damn it, what's wrong with you?"
The sound of footsteps rang out, and the door creaked open. The door opened a gap of five centimeters, and a young man's face appeared. He looked at Wesley in surprise. "Wesley? Where are you … "
Suddenly, he came back to himself and moved his naked body away from the crack. "Haha, it's great to see you. I've helped you take good care of Cathy these past few months …"
Wesley's face was expressionless as he slammed his palm on the door. The security door chain broke instantly, and the door slammed heavily on the man's face, causing his face to bleed as he fell backward.
Wesley walked into the room, ignoring the man lying on the ground, and went to the bathroom.
A moment later, he came out with an opaque plastic bag. Inside was the gun he had hidden in the water tank of the toilet.
He walked to the bedroom and gently kicked open the half-closed door. The woman lying on the bed looked at him. "Barry, uh, Wesley? You're back? "
Wesley glanced at her, who was also naked, and went straight to the bedside table. He opened the drawer and took out a small box from the innermost part.
He opened it and saw that the simple photo album with his mother's photos was still there. He closed the lid, put it in his pocket, and got up to leave.
The woman was a little confused, but she quickly came back to herself and chased after him. "Wesley, you bastard. You disappeared for a few months and came back … Ah, you hit Barry? Who do you think you are? You're still that stinky b * tch who's worse than a fart. Barry is twice as good as you in bed. No, more than three times better than you. Hey, put Anabelle down. She's mine. "
Hugging the white cat to his chest, Wesley smiled with his back to her. I'll leave my good brother Barry to you. Your Anabelle belongs to me. That's fair.
He had learned that he didn't care about the nasty words of his bitch, his ex-girlfriend, Cathy. He was himself.
Outside the door, Firefox rolled his eyes, turned around, and walked in. He welcomed Wesley, hugged him, and gave him a French kiss.
Cathy was stunned. A moment later, she cried out in disbelief, "Where did this b * tch come from? Have you fallen so low that you spend money to satisfy your pitiful ego? "
Firefox let go of Wesley and pulled him out of the door.
When they reached the door, she grabbed a football by the door and threw it behind her.
Bang.
Cathy's string of vicious words stopped, and like Barry, the godwife, she collapsed to the ground, bleeding from her nose and mouth.
She couldn't stand the woman's nasty words.
Wesley had let the woman live until now not because he could tolerate her, but because he had completely ignored her.
Outside the door, Firefox looked at the white cat in Wesley's arms. "Yours?"
Wesley smiled. "It used to be hers, but now it's mine."
"Then I'll go find a car." Firefox shrugged. She had never thought that she would help someone steal a cat. She even had to take the cat back.
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