"That's right," Sloan, who felt uncomfortable being stared at by Fawkes, roared in anger, "Our names all appeared, all of them. You want me to do this? Do you want to resist, or do you want to shoot yourself in the head? "
After waiting for a few seconds and seeing that Fawkes didn't speak, Sloan immediately asked, "Tell me, Fawkes, what do you plan to do?"
What do I plan to do? When Fawkes heard this, she was immediately confused. However, she immediately remembered that her parents died because an assassin suspected the Loom of Fate and let go of a person whose name appeared on the loom.
Fawkes quickly made up her mind. She glanced at William and saw that William gestured for her to do whatever she wanted. She immediately bent down to pick up her gun and shot Sloan in the head.
"Wait."
"Bang!" Before Sloan could finish speaking, he fell to the ground and stopped breathing.
She then turned the gun to point at William. Unfortunately, to her disappointment, she only heard Wesley shouting for her to stop.
However, what she expected didn't happen. She expected him to be killed by William or Carlos of the Cross not far away.
Fawkes didn't even look when she heard Wesley rushing over from behind. She elbowed Wesley's face and said calmly to William, "So you're saying that you deliberately sent Wesley to the Brotherhood for training?"
"That's right," William nodded and looked at Wesley, who had fallen to the ground with a bloody nose after being elbowed by Fawkes. He sighed helplessly and said, "Maybe I should wait another month before acting."
He then explained, "You have to understand the difficulties of being a father. Other than people like you who use Wesley as a tool, only you can desperately train him and change him. However, it seems that the results are much worse than I expected."
"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you now?" Fawkes stared into William's eyes and threatened him again.
"Hah, my name didn't appear on that loom that you all believe to be God's will, right?" Fawkes was stunned for a moment. Seeing this, William laughed and continued, "So, you see, you have no reason to kill me. You even have to thank me.
Thank me for helping you complete the mission that you should have completed by yourselves. I sent these assassins, who were implicated by Sloan's fear of death, to meet Satan one after another.
Besides, you can't kill me, "William said confidently.
Just as Fox was about to retort, she saw William snap his fingers. A gust of wind blew, and she sensed that someone was rapidly approaching. Before she could turn her gun halfway, a shiny katana appeared at her neck.
A chill came over, and Fox immediately did not dare to move. He could only turn his head halfway and look askance at his white battle suit and white hair.
Only people with completely closed eyes were wearing black glasses.
The White Spirit ignored Fox and turned her head to look at William. "You still haven't told me who my enemy is. So, next time, if you dare to take such a risk and stand in front of a gun, I'll personally kill you."
"Up to you." William grinned. "Congratulations, I didn't expect you to learn the teleportation skill of Ancestor Ao's crossbow so quickly. Looks like you're getting along well with Black Phantom."
"F * ck, didn't you hear what I just said?" the White Spirit scolded angrily. "I've f * cking completed three missions for you. If you die, not only will my enemy continue to live, who the f * ck am I going to ask for the mission fees that he owes me?"
"You didn't pay?" William asked Sunday in surprise. "Sunday, I didn't pay him?"
"No, sir. Other than the payment for the first mission, the payment for destroying Ancestor Ao's crossbow's nest and this mission has not been paid."
"Okay, I'm sorry, buddy." Even someone as thick-skinned as William could not help but feel awkward when he knew that he had not paid. "Pay him an extra 10%, Sunday."
"Understood, sir. The transfer is successful."
Hearing that the payment was successful, William immediately said, "Okay, the money has been paid. Now, I'm the boss. Move aside. Can't you see that Mr. Wesley Gibbs is staring at you?"
"F * ck, bastard." The White Spirit turned to look at Wesley, snatched the gun from Fox's hand, and threw it to William. Then, she sheathed her sword and took three steps back.
She waved her sword in the air a few times to scare Wesley before putting it back into the scabbard on her back. She threatened Wesley fiercely, "If you look at me like that again, I promise I'll gouge your eyes out."
"I'm sorry, sir." Wesley, who did not have any weapons in his hands, quickly waved his hand. "I promise there won't be a next time."
"Hmph, idiot." The White Spirit glared at Wesley arrogantly. Ever since she got the battle suit from William, which could defend against heavy machine guns, sniper rifles, and armor-piercing bullets, the White Spirit looked down on gunmen.
In the past, she was confident that she could fight against ten special forces soldiers without any pressure. Now, she could even destroy a small squad of 36 people without any pressure, much less a hundred.
Unfortunately, the White Spirit did not understand that Wesley and his father were best at sniping from a few kilometers away.
William, who had a hobby of collecting guns, looked at Fox's gun in his hand and suddenly asked, "Where was this gun custom-made?"
It had been a long time, and Fox had already confirmed that William did not harbor any hostility towards him. "It was made by a gunsmith, but you've already sent him to meet God."
"Ah, that's a pity."
Even though he said it was a pity, anyone who was not blind would be able to tell that William did not seem to find it a pity at all.
William checked the gun in his hand and tested the feel of it. Then, he raised his head and looked at Fox. "Alright, it's time to deal with your problem." Once he finished speaking, he tossed the gun in his hand back to Fox. "If you want to keep your beliefs, just as Sloan said, shoot yourself in the head."
Fox glanced at William before she turned around to look at Wesley. Under Wesley's terrified gaze, she placed the gun under her chin. "Sorry, I lied to you. Cross is indeed your father."
"NO!" Wesley roared as he charged over. "NO! NO! NO!"
Click. He pulled the trigger. Fox, who had her eyes closed, did not receive the result she expected. She immediately understood that William had tampered with the gun. When she opened her eyes, she saw Wesley grabbing her arm with a face full of concern and regret. He snatched the gun from her. "God, god, it's good that you're fine. It's good that you're fine."
William rolled his eyes at Wesley, who was showing off his affection. He shrugged at Carlos, who had been hiding in the shadows. "Bring him here."
Carlos did not say anything. He only looked at Wesley for a few seconds before he turned around and left.
"Benny, we should talk about you now," William said as he looked at Benny.
"Mr. Devonshire, I promise that I won't tell anyone what I saw today." Benny, who had been trying his best to avoid being noticed by anyone, immediately said respectfully when he heard William's words. "Don't worry, I'm the father of three children."
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