Chapter 1115

Mr. X, who has the same suit and big back and a cold face, was caught by Luke and sent to Rebecca for disposal.

Rebecca gave this Mr. X a way to burn the Flamingo. His death was the shame of the Mutual Aid Association.

For this kind of goods, Wesley actually recognized him as a father and vowed to avenge him.

Luke, a man who has nothing to do with himself, can't see it any more: you fooled that silly child like this, a real husband?

There are more than 20 famous killers and hundreds of ordinary members in the fraternity. They don't even have the courage to fight in front of a cross, but they only dare to fish with their sons.

Fraternity, it's really degenerate.

Comparatively speaking, Luke is more interested in the cross.

It's not about the fighting power of the cross. It's about the cross's awareness that Sloane killed people and made money in the name of the destiny weaver, and then it turned out to be a mutual aid association, and it was about to completely destroy the killer group.

Even though he may have killed innocent people before, Luke needs to take a high look at the belief that he will drag the mutual aid association to hell if he wants to die.

Admitting mistakes is something most people in the world can't do.

It's like the elite on the Internet. Even if they know they're wrong, most people would rather sophisticate by all means. If they lose, they will disappear decisively. They will never simply say "I'm wrong".

It's just a network debate between the elite, without any interest relationship, and they are not willing to admit their mistakes.

The cross can not only recognize its own mistakes, but also practice and make up for them.

It's easy to say that there are few people who can do it.

That's why Luke didn't want to see the cross die in the hands of his son Wesley, which would be the greatest tragedy of the unlucky father and son.

Then, brush the mutual aid association first! He made up his mind.

After all, the mutual aid association is eager to kill the traitor, the cross. As long as there is the exact information about the cross, they will be eager to jump out.

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In recent months, Wesley Gibson feels his life has reached its peak.

In the office, he scolded the chief fat woman and gave Barry a keyboard fan to wear his hat. He resigned and waved away one keyboard.

But then, he also enjoyed the pain in his life.

Shooting, fighting, being tortured, being beaten, finally made him a strong man.

In addition, more than two million extra deposits on the bank card, as well as the enchanting Firefox, made him unable to extricate himself.

Money, strength and women are under control.

Well, Firefox is not something he can control. In fact, this woman is guiding him to learn.

Today, he finally got a mission, a mission he was destined to perform when he entered the fraternity - the hunt for the cross.

His father, Mr. X, who died before his face was covered, was killed by the cross.

But he didn't have much resentment for the big traitor.

In other words, he was told that he should hate the cross, and his deep feelings were just curiosity.

The cross is so strong.

Even if he is careful, two more famous killers of the mutual aid association have died in his hands in recent months.

Firefox, the gunner, the tinker, the butcher and other powerful people have no idea what to do with him. They can only rely on Wesley as a new man.

At the thought of dealing with this powerful opponent, Wesley's body shuddered a little, and even couldn't help his heart speeding up, almost automatically entering the state of physical burst.

But before he can carry out this most important task, he needs to finish something.

Firefox leaned against the wall of the tunnel: "five minutes."

Wesley smiled easily. "Two minutes should be enough."

He banged the door with his fist.

The men and women in the room were talking to each other. A man asked, "who is that?"

Wesley didn't answer. He just knocked harder and banged the door. The dust on the door frame was falling.

The man was very discontented and shouted, "Damn it, you are so sick."

After the footsteps and the clattering of the door, the door opened a five centimeter gap, and a young man's face appeared, looking at him in surprise: "Wesley? Where are you going... "

Suddenly, he came back to his senses and moved his body away from the door: "ha ha, it's so nice to see you. I've taken good care of Cathy for you in the past few months..."

Wesley's face was expressionless, and he slammed his hand on the door. The anti-theft door chain broke instantly, and the door slammed heavily on the man's face, blossoming all over his face and falling backwards.

Wesley walked into the door, ignoring the man lying on the ground, and went to the bathroom.

A moment later, he came out with an opaque plastic bag in his hand. It was the gun he had hidden in the toilet water tank last time.When he got to the bedroom, he gently kicked open the half closed door, and the lying woman looked over: "Barry, er, Wesley? Are you back? "

Wesley glanced at the same strand, went straight to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a small box from the inside.

He opened it and saw that the simple album containing his mother's picture was still there. He closed the cover, put it into his arms and left.

The woman was a little confused, but she quickly got back to her senses and climbed up to chase out: "Wesley, you rotten man, you have disappeared for several months and come back Ah, you hit Barry? What do you think you are? You're still the loser who can't even fart. Barry is twice as good as you in bed, no, more than twice as strong. Hey, put Annabel down. It's mine. "

Holding the white cat in his hand, Wesley put his back on her face and smiled: I'll leave my good brother Barry to you, and your Annabel belongs to me, which is fair.

He has learned that he doesn't care about the vicious language of his bitch ex girlfriend Cathy. He is himself.

Firefox outside the door rolled its eyes, turned and walked in. Facing Wesley, it was a French kiss to hold him.

My ex girlfriend, Cathy, lived here for a while, then cried out incredulously, "where is this green pool from? Have you fallen to spend money to satisfy your poor self-esteem? "

Firefox let go of Wesley and led him to the door.

When she got to the door, she grabbed a football by the door and threw it back.

Bang.

Cathy's vicious words stopped. Like her husband Barry, her mouth and nose were bleeding, and she fell on the ground straight.

She can't stand the woman's vicious words.

Wesley's ability to make this woman live to this day is not to bear it, but to completely ignore each other.

Walking outside, Firefox looks at the white cat he is holding: "yours?"

Wesley smiled. "It used to be her, but now it's mine."

"Then I'll find a car." Firefox shrugs. It never thought that it would help people rob a cat. It has to get the cat back.