Firefox went to look for the car, leaving Wesley standing there, distracted.
Wesley had no feelings for his bitch ex-girlfriend, or rather, she was just a female roommate who used his money to pay rent, keep a cat, buy condoms, etc.
It's not that he is mean, he just always thinks he is a psychopath.
A few months ago, he lost interest in everything. When his ex-girlfriend hooked up with his ex-friend, he treated it as if it was happening to strangers and didn't care at all.
Only now did he realize that the inexplicable accelerated heartbeat and the feeling of the world twisting and shaking were a talent, a talent that allowed him to enforce justice and eradicate evil.
So he came back, put everything to rest, and immediately felt relieved.
Suddenly, his sight fell on the street not far away. A man walked out of the darkness and raised the gun in his hand towards him.
Instantly, his hair stood on end, and he felt a murderous intent like a thorn in his back. His pupils shrank slightly: "Cross!"
How dare this traitor appear in front of him
Wesley pulled out the pistol from behind him and shot decisively.
Bang!
The cross immediately fired back.
Bang!
The two bullets collided and created a spark in the air.
Wesley was shocked: So strong.
The next moment, the cross… turned and ran.
Wesley was stunned for a moment, then immediately ran after him.
Over the past few months, the mutual aid society's repeated teachings made him subconsciously feel that he must kill the traitor Cross, otherwise he would kill everyone in the mutual aid society, including Wesley himself.
Two figures, one chasing and one fleeing, soon rushed into the old factory area not far away.
Cross watched Wesley rushing towards him and glanced in the other direction.
The fire fox was sneaking up from there, and her departure just now was just a temptation and temptation.
Cross knew there was a trap, but he came anyway.
It was beyond his expectation that the mutual aid society could find Wesley.
He originally thought that no one would know that he had this son.
It turns out that the old fox Sloan had known about this for a long time, but he just didn't take any action.
The Cross is not afraid of Firefox, but Wesley, who trusts Firefox to his core, is the best hostage.
He didn't want to take any risks. This attempt might only leave a few clues to remind his silly son.
While he was thinking about this, he found that Firefox was stopped by someone.
Cross saw a figure rushing out from the darkness and knocking her into a dark corner. There was a flurry of fists and kicks, and the sound of objects breaking.
What a good opportunity! His mind raced, and he immediately decided to grab his stupid son and run away.
As long as Wesley can get away from the control of the mutual aid society, he will have ten thousand ways to teach those scum in the mutual aid society a lesson.
Do it when you think of it, never hesitate.
The cross turned back instantly and rushed towards Wesley.
Bang bang bang bang!
Bullets flew and the father and son fought each other.
The fighting styles of the two were quite similar, but Cross was more experienced and efficient. He used up all the bullets of the rookie Wesley in a few hits, and then he got close and beat up the stupid son before he barely knocked him out.
Panting rapidly, Cross couldn't help but curse, "Fakko, this kid is improving so fast?"
While cursing, he felt an inexplicable surprise in his heart: This is my seed! My seed is so powerful!
A father cursed under his breath, secretly pleased in his heart, and ran away with his son on his back.
The dark old factory area seemed to have returned to silence.
But around the corner, a simple conversation was taking place.
Luke squatted on the ground with his legs spread out in a typical M position, his hands on his knees, hanging naturally, just like those African-American thugs squatting on the side of the road doing nothing.
Looking at the woman whose hands and legs were tied behind her back, he shook his head and sighed with pity: "Why bother? Why bother?"
"Who are you?" Firefox seemed very calm, and the cold yet charming charm in her expression remained unchanged.
But at this moment, she was tied up and lying on her side in a reverse arched position, looking very much like those secret agents who were caught in Japanese movies.
The guy in front of her was about two meters tall, wearing a gray and black hooded sweatshirt, gray and black jeans, and black combat boots.
Under the pulled-up hood, there is a completely black headgear and yellow polarized glasses, which cover all the features of the face.
Luke: "You can call me Puncher. Um, excuse me, it seems like you have a companion coming."
As he spoke, his figure disappeared.
Firefox felt heavy in his heart: Too strong! This guy is really too strong.
Just now, she discovered the appearance of the cross and lurked over, ready to take action with her companions.
As a result, the puncher appeared without warning and rushed to her side.
As one of the strongest killers in the mutual aid association, Firefox reacts very quickly.
The physical burst was completed instantly, and he started fighting with Puncher.
Well, now that I think about it, she was being fooled by the other party unilaterally.
The strength, reaction, and fighting skills that she was proud of were completely crushed by this psychopath who showed up out of nowhere.
The opponent simply swatted away her attacks a few times and pushed her to the ground.
Then, in the blink of an eye, she found her hands and feet tied up behind her back, completely losing her strength to resist.
The scary thing was that during the short few seconds when she was pinned down and tied up, she only got a few scratches because of her struggle.
This only shows that the other party is very skilled in this matter, and was able to easily subdue her without hurting her at all.
She couldn't withstand fighting skills of this strength.
The tinker who came with her to ambush the cross was one of the most skilled fighters among the Name Killers, but it would probably be difficult for him to defeat this puncher.
Just as she was worried and trying to untie the ropes that bound herself, the repairman arrived on the other side.
I looked at the locator in my hand and found that Wesley's signal had disappeared, while Firefox's signal was not far away.
Without much hesitation, he quickly approached Firefox's position with a gun, ready to meet up with his companion.
As he turned a huge old machine, a fist came towards him.
Without hesitation, the tinker dropped his pistol and put his hands on the rack.
The opponent just threw a punch, but his body was still behind the corner of the machine.
The probability of him hitting the opponent with a gun is infinitely close to 0, and it will also delay his chance to dodge.
A close-range punch to the triangular area of the face can be fatal.
Even if they don't die, their eyes will turn black at worst, or they will burst into tears and won't be able to aim even with a gun.
Physical energy burst launched!
The tinker's hands finally got to his face before the fist hit his face, and he supported the arm behind the fist, while he squatted and twisted his body.
His body movements are similar to the standard posture of a boxer dodging his opponent, but his hands use joint techniques, which can be said to be a comprehensive combination of defense and attack.
But the next moment, the fist suddenly accelerated, and the hook punch suddenly came diagonally.
The enormous force instantly broke through the upward force of the repairman's hands, and as the two sides got closer, his fist as big as a sandbag changed from an oblique direction to a vertical downward direction.