Mr. X, who also wore a suit, slicked back hair and had a cold face, was the one who was caught by Luke and then handed over to Rebecca for disposal.
Rebecca used the Burning Firebird trick on Mr. X, and his death was a shame to the Mutual Aid Society.
This kind of guy was actually recognized as Wesley's biological father, and he vowed to avenge him.
Even Luke, who seemed to be indifferent to the matter, couldn't stand it any longer: Are you really real men trying to fool that silly kid like this
The Mutual Aid Society has more than 20 famous killers and hundreds of ordinary members. Faced with a cross, they don't even have the courage to fight head-on, but only dare to use other people's sons to fish.
The mutual aid society has really fallen.
Relatively speaking, Luke was more interested in the person of the cross.
It's not that he was attracted by Cross's fighting ability, but after Cross realized that Sloan was killing people and making money in the name of Destiny Loom, he rebelled against the Mutual Aid Society and wanted to completely destroy this killer gang.
Even though he might have killed innocent people before, Luke would look up to him just for his determination to drag the Mutual Aid Society to hell even at the cost of his life.
Admitting one's mistakes is something most people in the world cannot do.
Just like the argumentative people on the Internet, even if they know they are wrong, most of them would rather use all kinds of sophistry to argue, and disappear decisively when they lose the argument, and would never simply say "I was wrong".
The argument among the nitpickers is just an online debate. There is no conflict of interest between them and no one is willing to admit their mistakes.
The cross not only allows one to recognize one's mistakes, but also allows one to take action and personally make up for the mistakes made.
It is easy to say that one should be brave enough to act and take responsibility, but it is rare to find people who can do it.
It is also for this reason that Luke did not want to see Cross die at the hands of his son Wesley, as that would be the greatest tragedy for this unfortunate father and son.
Then, I will clean up the mutual aid association first! He made up his mind.
After all, the Mutual Aid Society is eager to get rid of the traitor Cross immediately. As long as there is accurate information about the Cross, they will definitely jump out impatiently.
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In recent months, Wesley Gibson feels like his life has reached its peak.
He cursed his fat supervisor in the office and slapped his "good buddy" Barry, who had wrongly labeled him, with a keyboard. Then he resigned and waved goodbye without taking a keyboard with him.
But then, he also experienced pain he had never experienced in his life.
Shooting, fighting, being tortured and beaten finally made him a strong man.
In addition, the extra deposit of more than 2 million in the bank card and the charming Firefox made him unable to extricate himself.
Money, power, and women are all at your fingertips.
Well, Firefox is not something he can control, in fact it is this woman who is guiding him in his studies.
Today, he finally got a mission, a mission he was destined to carry out since he joined the mutual aid society - hunting the cross.
His biological father, Mr. X, who had died before he even met him, was killed by the cross.
But he did not have much resentment towards this great traitor of the Mutual Aid Association.
Or maybe it was just that others told him that he should hate the cross, but deep down he felt more like curiosity.
The cross is really strong.
Despite repeated precautions, two famous killers from the Mutual Aid Society died at his hands in the past few months.
All the powerful people like Firefox, Gunsmith, Tinker and Butcher were helpless against him and could only place their hopes on the newcomer Wesley.
Thinking of having to deal with this powerful opponent, Wesley's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but feel his heart speed up, almost automatically entering a state of physical explosion.
But before he embarked on this most important mission, he needed to wrap up something.
Firefox leaned against the wall of the passage: "Five minutes."
Wesley smiled easily, "Two minutes should be enough."
As he said this, he banged on the door with his fist.
The sound of the man and woman talking in the room paused, and a man asked, "Who is it?"
Wesley didn't answer, but just knocked harder, banging the door so hard that dust fell off the door frame.
The man yelled in dissatisfaction: "Damn it, are you sick?"
Footsteps sounded, and after the door opened with a clatter, a five-centimeter gap appeared, revealing the face of a young man, who looked at him in surprise: "Wesley? Where are you going..."
Suddenly, he came back to his senses and moved his naked body away from the door: "Haha, it's great to see you. I have helped you take good care of Cathy in the past few months..."
Wesley had an expressionless face. He slammed the door with his palm. The security door chain broke instantly and the door hit the man's face hard, making his face bruised and falling backwards.
Wesley walked into the room, ignoring the man lying on the floor, and went to the bathroom.
A moment later, he came out with an opaque plastic bag in his hand, which contained the gun he had hidden in the toilet tank last time.
Walking to the bedroom, he gently kicked open the half-closed door. The woman lying there looked over: "Barry, er, Wesley? You're back?"
Wesley glanced at her, who was also naked, and walked straight to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a small box from the innermost part.
He opened it and saw that the simple small album containing his mother's photos was still there. He closed the lid, put it in his arms, got up and left.
The woman was a little confused, but quickly came to her senses, got up and chased after him: "Wesley, you scumbag, you disappeared for a few months and came back...ah, you beat Barry? You think you are a big shot, but you are still that stinky bastard who is not even as good as a fart. Barry is twice as good as you in bed, no, more than twice as good. Hey, put down Annabelle, she is mine."
Holding the white cat he had just caught in his hands to his chest, Wesley turned his back to her and smiled: I leave my good brother Barry to you, and your Annabelle belongs to me, it's fair.
He has learned that he doesn't care about the vicious words from his bitch ex-girlfriend Cathy behind him. He is just himself.
Firefox outside the door rolled his eyes, turned around and walked in, greeted Wesley who was walking towards him, hugged him and gave him a French kiss.
Cathy, the ex-girlfriend, paused for a moment, then shouted in disbelief: "Where did this bitch come from? Have you fallen to the point of spending money to satisfy your pitiful self-esteem?"
Firefox let go of Wesley and pulled him toward the door.
When she reached the door, she grabbed a football by the door and threw it back.
Bang.
Cathy stopped her vicious words and, like her fucker Barry, she collapsed to the ground with blood coming out of her mouth and nose.
She couldn't stand the woman's vicious language.
The reason Wesley allowed this woman to live until now was not because he could tolerate her, but because he completely ignored her.
Walking out the door, Firefox looked at the white cat he was holding: "Yours?"
Wesley smiled, "It used to be hers, but now it's mine."
"Then I'll go find a car." Firefox shrugged. He never thought that he would help someone steal a cat and then have to get the cat back.