Marvel Movie Destruction

Chapter 163 Killing God is alive (33)

"Please, don't fight again!"

Wesley begged the repairman with blood on his face.

A few days ago, a young lady with long legs and big waves found him and said that he was the son of the world's number one killer, and that he had the blood of a peerless killer flowing in his body.

He would never believe this kind of thing at first, but when he shot the fly's wings for the first time under the threat of his life, Wesley realized that he was so good at it!

Although the twenty-five-year-old has passed the age of the second-year illness, he suddenly found out that he is very likely to be a peerless master hidden among ordinary people, and the bank card was transferred to all the property of his dead ghost boss. After more than a million dollars, Wesley suddenly felt that the world was a better place.

He fired his boss directly, and by the way, he jumped and used the computer keyboard to hit his friend who was sleeping on his horse with a mild concussion.

There's no way, now that what I have is money, what I want is arrogance.

Besides, let that ugly woman with no boobs, buttocks and freckles go to hell, I can sleep with a sexy and beautiful female killer in no time, who cares about that ugly monster!

It's just that the killer's career is not as good as he imagined.

In the past few days, he would be madly beaten by this guy called the repairman every morning.

Then when he finally wakes up, he will be taken to learn knife skills with a guy called a butcher.

But in Wesley's view, the so-called learning knife skills is completely unilateral abuse. He has no idea how many knives have been cut by the butcher these days!

Seriously, if the Brotherhood had not possessed a special nutrient solution that could rapidly stimulate cell division in the human body to heal most injuries, he would have been carried into the crematorium by now.

As for other activities such as practice shooting, jumping off buildings, and climbing walls, they would torture him to the death.

Now that Wesley is about to give up his bowels, how can he think about it before he wants to run and be a killer?

Don't you know what you are?

Everyday life is to be beaten, he feels like he is about to collapse!

"Damn it!" The repairman angrily punched Wesley in the face again, knocking two of his teeth out.

"He still can't figure it out?" Sloan walked in like a ghost, looking at Wesley, who had been knocked over and stunned.

"No, this kid is just an elm head. I think it might be better to kill him directly!" The repairman angrily untied the bandage on the back of his hand, which was covered in blood from beating Wesley.

"What about other courses?" Sloan asked Firefox, his face as black as a charcoal.

Of course, because he was originally a black man, he was not black or not. Everyone can only guess based on feeling, and it is absolutely impossible to tell by looking at it.

"There is no progress, no matter how much you stimulate him, he can't trigger the bullet time!" Firefox shook his head, ashamed of his ability to lead an apprentice.

A few days ago, without any systematic training, Wesley could shoot off the wings of flies with a gun, but now after training, it is worse day by day, which really makes her not know what to say.

It is said that Wesley's performance in the past few days can be regarded as hard work. In order to give him confidence in training, Firefox has contributed his thighs. As a result, this guy's fighting spirit has improved, but his strength has regressed!

"Damn! Increase the amount of training!"

Sloan said sadly.

"But he is already at his limit now, and if he trains more, he will die." Firefox said, looking at Wesley, who was slumped on the ground and spitting blood at the corner of his mouth.

"We don't have time!" Sloan squeezed his fist fiercely. The Cross didn't know what happened in the past few days, and frantically started sniping at the killers in the organization.

Twelve members have been killed in a row in the past few days. It can be said that as long as the members of the Brotherhood dare to stand alone, they will definitely be killed by the cross.

Now all the strongholds on the periphery of the entire Brotherhood have been pulled out, and they are equivalent to being surrounded by a cross!

"I understand!" Firefox nodded silently, although she did have a slight liking for Wesley, a stunner, but as a mad believer, Firefox is absolutely loyal to the organization, not to mention a mere one Wesley, she could kill herself.

Sloan shook his head and walked out of the training room. Wesley's training speed was too slow, and the attack frequency of the cross was too fast. He went to the office to consider whether he should send a team of experts to kill the cross.

'The Brotherhood has dispatched two decoys. The coordinates are at Newspaper Plaza on No. 9 Street. There are four hunters next to the decoys. Their positions are at...'

Cross looked at the message that suddenly popped up on the phone, and pursed his mouth uncontrollably.

The message, without any annotation number, suddenly appeared on his phone four days ago.

At first, he thought his whereabouts had been exposed, so he threw away his mobile phone and disguised himself as fleeing, but when he finally found a new base and bought a new mobile phone, the same news immediately appeared on his phone screen again.

After fleeing three times in a row and searching for the stalker without any results, the cross could only reluctantly accept the fact that he was being watched.

Fortunately, the other party did not have any strange intentions against him, but instead sent him all the peripheral information of the Brotherhood plus the details of the members who went out during this period.

Seeing this information, the heart of the cross hanging in the air finally fell.

In his opinion, the guy on the opposite side of the phone should be the top of the Continental Hotel!

The Continental Hotel has been trying to unify the underground killer world all these years, but because of the existence of the Brotherhood, the Continental Hotel has been thrown out.

Now encountering such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if the mainland hotel does not take advantage of the opportunity, it will be really blind.

Although Cross knew that he was being used as a knife by the Continental Hotel, he didn't care at all.

After all, for the cross of the mad believers, since all the members of the Brotherhood are now marked with their names by the loom of destiny, then they should follow the orders of the loom and send all those original colleagues to see God!

As for whether or not he was used as a gunman, that doesn't matter at all.

After packing his bags, the cross began to methodically pick up his favorite firearm and put it on him.

This time, Sloan dispatched four experts who were second only to him in one breath. Without this information, even he would definitely not be an opponent.

But now that I even know where those colleagues are hiding, there is no suspense at all in this battle!