Chapter 1116

Firefox looks for the car, leaving Wesley standing in the same place, not thinking.

Wesley doesn't have any feelings for the green pool ex girlfriend, or that's a roommate who rents together, but the roommate will use his money to pay the rent, raise a cat, buy a condom and so on.

It's not that he's cheap. He just thinks he's a psychopath.

A few months ago, he had no interest in anything. When his ex girlfriend and his ex friends got together, he seemed to have happened to strangers and didn't care at all.

Now he knows that the inexplicable sense of rapid heartbeat and distorted world is a talent, a talent that can do things for heaven and eradicate evil.

So he came back and finished everything. He felt relaxed.

All of a sudden, his eyes fell on the street not far away. A man came out of the darkness and raised his gun to him.

In an instant, his hair stood on end, and he felt a murderous machine on his back. His pupils narrowed: "cross!"

How dare this traitor appear before himself?

Wesley pulled out the pistol behind him and shot decisively.

Bang!

The cross immediately returned with a shot.

Bang!

Two bullets hit a little bit of Mars in the air.

Wesley was shocked: so strong.

The next moment, the cross Turn around and run.

Wesley was stunned, and immediately ran after him.

In recent months, the repeated teaching of the mutual aid association made him feel that he had to kill the traitor cross, or he would kill all the members of the Mutual Aid Association, including Wesley himself.

As soon as the two figures ran after each other, they rushed into the old factory area not far away.

The cross looks at Wesley coming and glances in the other direction.

Firefox is stealthily approaching from there. She left just now. It's just a temptation.

The cross knew there was a trap, but he came.

It was beyond his expectation that the fraternity could find Wesley.

At first, he thought that no one would know that he had this son.

As a result, Sloane, the old fox, had known about it for a long time, but he had never done anything.

The cross is not afraid of Firefox, but Wesley, who believes in Firefox, is the best hostage.

He didn't want to take risks. Maybe he could only leave a clue to remind himself of this stupid son.

In such a calculation, he found that Firefox was stopped.

The cross saw that a figure running out of the darkness hit her into a dark corner, and a sound of fists and feet intersecting and objects breaking was heard.

Good opportunity! He turned his brain and immediately decided to catch his silly son and run.

As long as Wesley is allowed to get out of the control of the fraternity, he has 10000 ways to teach the fraternity.

Do it when you think about it. Never hesitate.

The cross turned back and rushed to Wesley.

BAM BAM bam!

The bullets were flying and the father and son were fighting each other.

The fighting style of the two men is quite similar, but the cross is more sophisticated and efficient. After a few times of using up the bullets of Wesley, the rookie, and forcing him to the nearest place, they beat up the silly son, just barely stunned him.

Gasping for breath, the cross could not help cursing: "LEGO, this boy has made such rapid progress?"

While scolding, he also had a kind of inexplicable surprise in his heart: This is Laozi's kind! That's how powerful I am!

A father scolds in the middle of his mouth. He feels cool in his heart. He carries his son and runs away.

In the dark old workshop area, it seems that the silence has been restored.

But in the corner, a simple conversation is going on.

Luke squats on the ground with his typical m-leg, hands on his knees, and hangs naturally. He has the virtue of squatting on the side of the road and doing nothing with the African Americans.

Looking at the woman with her hands and legs tied together, he shook his head pitifully and sighed: "why? Why? "

"Who are you?" Firefox seems very calm, and the high cold and charming charm still remains the same.

But now she's tied up in a reverse bow and lying on her side, much like the secret searchers caught in neon movies.

In front of her, this guy is about two meters tall. He has a Grey Black Hoodie, a pair of grey black jeans and black army boots.

Pulled up under the hood, but all black headgear plus a yellow polarizer, covering all the features of the face.

Luke: you can call me puncher. Well, excuse me, you seem to have a companion coming. "

As he spoke, his figure disappeared.

Firefox's heart sinks: too strong! This guy is really too strong.

Just now, she found that the cross appeared, lurked over secretly, and was ready to work with her companion.

As a result, the puncher appeared without warning and rushed to her side.Firefox, as one of the most famous killers in the fraternity, has a quick reaction.

The physical burst was completed in a flash, and we fought puncher.

Well, now I think it's her one-sided play.

Her proud strength, reaction and fighting skills were completely crushed by this half killed neuropathy.

The other side only lightly opened her several attacks, and pressed her to the ground.

Then, in the blink of an eye, she found that her hands and feet were tied up in reverse, completely losing the resistance.

What's terrible is that within a few seconds of being knocked down and tied up, she has only scratched a little because of her own struggle.

This can only show that the other side is able to easily subdue her without hurting her.

She can't resist this kind of fighting skill.

The mender who came to ambush the cross with her is the most skilled in fighting among the famous killers, but I'm afraid it's hard to defeat the puncher.

Just as she was worried and trying to untie the rope, the mender on the other side had arrived.

Looking at the positioner on your hand, you can see that Wesley's signal has disappeared, while Firefox's signal is not far away.

Without much hesitation, he quickly approached Firefox with a gun and was ready to meet the companion.

Turning around a huge old machine, a fist came to him.

The tinker threw the pistol away without hesitation and put his hands on the shelf.

It's just a punch, but the body is still behind the corner of the machine.

His chances of shooting at each other are close to zero, which will delay his chance to avoid.

A punch in the face triangle at close range is for the dead.

Even if you don't die, your eyes will turn black when you are heavy, and tears will flow when you are light. You can't aim with a gun.

Get ready!

Finally, the mender's hands were in front of the fist's face, and he reached the arm behind the fist. At the same time, he squatted down and twisted.

His body movement is similar to the boxer's standard posture of dodging his opponent, but his hands are also joint skills, which can be called fusion, even elimination and beating.

But the next moment, the fist suddenly accelerated, and the flat hook suddenly came obliquely.

The huge power broke through the upper supporting force of the mender's hands in an instant. The big fists of sandbags, close to each other, changed from oblique to vertical.