Firefox went off to look for a car, leaving Wesley standing there in a daze.
Wesley didn't have any feelings for his b * tch ex-girlfriend. Or rather, she was just a roommate who used his money to pay the rent, raise the cat, and buy condoms.
It wasn't that he was cheap; he just thought that he was crazy.
A few months ago, he had lost interest in anything. When his ex-girlfriend hooked up with his ex-buddy, he didn't care about them at all, as if they were strangers.
Only now did he realize that the inexplicable acceleration of his heartbeat and the distortion of his world was a talent that could enforce justice on behalf of the heavens and eradicate evil.
So, he came back and put an end to everything. He immediately felt relaxed.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on the street not far away. A man walked out of the darkness and raised his gun at him.
Instantly, his hair stood on end. He felt a killing intent on his back, and his pupils constricted. "Cross!"
This traitor actually dared to appear in front of him?
Wesley pulled out the pistol on his back and fired decisively.
Bang!
The crucifix immediately fired back.
Bang!
The two bullets created sparks in the air.
Wesley was shocked. So strong.
The next moment, Cross … turned around and ran.
Wesley was stunned for a moment before he chased after him.
The Fraternity's repeated teachings over the past few months had made him subconsciously feel that he had to kill the traitor, Cross. Otherwise, he would kill everyone in the Fraternity, including Wesley himself.
The two figures, one running and the other chasing, soon rushed into the old factory area not far away.
The crucifix watched Wesley charge at him, then glanced in the other direction.
Firefox was sneaking closer. Her departure just now was just a test and a lure.
Cross knew that it was a trap, but he had still come.
The fact that the Fraternity had been able to find Wesley was beyond his expectations.
He had thought that nobody would know that he had a son.
It turned out that the old fox, Sloan, had known about it a long time ago, but hadn't done anything.
Cross wasn't afraid of Firefox, but Wesley, who trusted Firefox to the bone, was the best hostage.
He didn't want to take any risks. This test might only leave some clues to remind his stupid son.
Just as he was thinking about this, he discovered that Fire Fox had been stopped by someone.
The crucifix saw a figure come out of the darkness and knock her into a dark corner. A series of punches and kicks collided, and the sound of something breaking rang out.
What a great opportunity! His mind spun and he immediately decided to grab his foolish son and run.
As long as he could get Wesley out of the Fraternity's control, he would have ten thousand ways to teach the Fraternity a lesson.
He would do it without hesitation.
The cross instantly turned around and charged at Wesley.
Bang bang bang bang!
Bullets flew everywhere as the father and son fought fiercely.
Their fighting styles were quite similar, but their crosses were more experienced and efficient. They used up all of the rookie Wesley's bullets in a few hits, and when they got close, they beat up his silly son and barely managed to knock him out.
Panting heavily, Cross could not help but curse, "Fako, how did this kid improve so quickly?"
As he cursed, he felt an inexplicable joy in his heart. This is my seed! My seed is that powerful!
A certain father cursed under his breath, but he was secretly pleased. He picked up his son and ran away.
Silence seemed to have returned to the dark, old factory district.
But in a corner, a simple conversation was going on.
Luke was squatting on the ground with his hands on his knees, just like those African hooligans squatting on the side of the road doing nothing.
Looking at the woman whose hands and legs were tied together, he shook his head pitifully and sighed. "Why bother? Why bother? "
"Who are you?" Firefox was very calm, and her cold and charming demeanor hadn't changed.
But at that moment, she was tied up on her side, and she looked very much like those secret investigators who were caught in neon movies.
The guy in front of her, on the other hand, was almost two meters tall and was wearing a gray hoodie, gray jeans, and black military boots.
His face wasn't visible under the hood, but was covered in a black headgear and yellow polarizing glasses. He looked very sloppy.
Luke said, "You can call me Puncher. Um, excuse me. I think you have a partner here. "
As he spoke, he disappeared.
Firefox's heart sank. Too strong! This guy was really too strong.
She had noticed the cross just now, and had snuck over, ready to attack with her partner.
In the end, this Puncher had appeared out of nowhere and rushed to her side.
As one of the strongest hitmen in the Fraternity, Firefox reacted very quickly.
She activated her Physical Outburst in an instant and started fighting Puncher.
Fine, now that she thought about it, she had been one-sidedly played by the other party.
The strength, reflexes, and combat skills that she was so proud of had been completely crushed by this lunatic who had appeared out of nowhere.
The other party casually swatted away a few of her attacks before he pinned her to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, she found that her hands and feet were tied behind her back, and she had completely lost the ability to resist.
What was terrifying was that in the few seconds that she had been tied up, she had only gotten a slight scratch because of her struggles.
This could only mean that the other party had been able to easily subdue her without hurting her at all.
She couldn't take on such a strong combat skill.
The Tinker who had come with her to ambush the cross was one of the best in combat skills among the hitmen, but it would be very difficult for him to defeat this Puncher.
While she was worrying and trying to untie the rope that bound her, the Tinker had arrived on the other side.
Looking at the locator in his hand, he found that Wesley's signal had disappeared, and Firefox's signal was not far away.
Without much hesitation, he quickly approached Firefox with his gun, ready to meet up with his partner.
As soon as he turned around a huge old machine, a fist flew towards his face.
Without hesitation, the Tinker threw away his pistol and raised his hands.
The other party had only thrown a punch, but his body was still behind the machine.
The probability of him hitting the other party was infinitely close to zero, and he would also miss his chance to dodge.
If a punch landed on the triangle of the face at close range, it would be fatal.
Even if he didn't die, his eyes would turn black, and he wouldn't be able to aim with a gun.
Physical Outburst activated!
The Tinker's hands finally caught the arm behind the fist. At the same time, he crouched down and twisted his body.
His body movements were similar to a boxer's standard posture to avoid an opponent, but his hands were also using joint techniques. It could be said that he had mastered them and was able to counterattack at the same time.
But the next moment, the fist suddenly accelerated, and a straight uppercut suddenly came at an angle.
The huge force instantly broke through the support of the Tinker's hands, and the fist, which was the size of a sandbag, fell almost vertically.
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