Mr. X, who was also in a suit with a big back and a cold face, was caught by Luke and given to Rebecca for disposal.
Rebecca gave this Mr. X a trick of burning the fire bird, and the way of death was a shame for the Mutual Aid Society.
For such a thing, Wesley actually recognized him as his own father and vowed to avenge him.
People like Luke, who have nothing to do with themselves, can't stand it any longer: Are you really a real man fooling that silly boy like this
There are more than 20 famous killers and hundreds of ordinary members in the Mutual Aid Association. Facing a cross, they don't even have the courage to fight head-on, but they only dare to use other people's sons to fish.
Mutual aid, really depraved.
Relatively speaking, Luke is more interested in the man of the cross.
It's not because of the cross's fighting power, but after realizing that Sloan was using the name of Destiny Loom to kill people and make money, the cross turned out of the Mutual Aid Society and wanted to completely wipe out this killer gang.
Even though he may have killed innocent people before, Luke will take a high look at the belief that this death will drag the Mutual Aid Society to hell.
Admitting mistakes is something most people in the world cannot do.
It's like the bullies on the Internet, even if they know they are wrong, most people would rather try their best to argue, and disappear decisively if they lose the argument, rather than simply say "I was wrong".
It's just an online debate between the gangsters, there is no interest relationship, and they don't want to admit their mistakes.
The cross can not only recognize his own mistakes, but also take action to make up for the mistakes he made.
Dare to act is easy to say, but people who can do it are really rare.
It was also for this reason that Luke didn't want to see the cross die at the hands of his son Wesley. That would be the greatest tragedy for the unlucky father and son.
Then, brush up the mutual aid meeting 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 definite news about the Cross, they will definitely jump out eagerly.
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In recent months, Wesley Gibson has felt like he has reached the pinnacle of his life.
In the office, he scolded the fat woman in charge, and slapped his "good buddy" Barry, who was wearing a hat indiscriminately, with a keyboard. He resigned and waved his hands without taking a keyboard.
But then, he also enjoyed pain that he had never experienced in his life.
Shooting, fighting, being tortured, and beaten violently finally made him a tough man.
In addition, there are more than 2 million deposits in the bank card, and the charming Firefox, which makes him unable to extricate himself.
Money, strength, and women are all under his control.
Well, Firefox is not something he can control. In fact, this woman is guiding him to study.
Today, he finally got a mission, a mission that he was destined to perform when he entered the mutual aid club—hunting and killing crosses.
My own father, Mr. X, who was killed before he even masked his face, was killed by a cross.
But he didn't have much resentment towards the great traitor of the Mutual Aid Society.
In other words, it was just that others told him that he should hate the cross, but deep down he felt more just curiosity.
The cross is really too strong.
Even with repeated precautions, two famous killers of the Mutual Aid Society have died in his hands in the past few months.
Firefox, gunsmiths, tinkerers, butchers and other powerful people are helpless against him, and can only pin their hopes on Wesley, a newcomer.
Thinking of going against this formidable opponent, Wesley's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but his heart speeded up, almost automatically entering a state of physical explosion.
But before he embarks on this most important task, he needs to wrap things up.
Firefox leaned against the wall of the tunnel: "Five minutes."
Wesley smiled easily: "Two minutes should be enough."
As he spoke, he slammed the door with his fist.
The conversation between men and women who were fighting against their mother Angye's death in the room paused, and a man asked, "Who is it?"
Wesley didn't answer, but knocked harder, banging the door so hard that dust fell off the doorjamb.
The man yelled in dissatisfaction: "Damn it, you are so sick."
Footsteps sounded, and the door opened a crack of five centimeters after the clattering sound. A young man's face was revealed, and he 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 crack of the door: "Haha, it's great to meet you, I've helped you take good care of Cathy these past few months... "
Wesley was expressionless, and slammed his palm on the door. The anti-theft door chain broke instantly, and the door slammed heavily on the man's face, causing his face to bloom, and he fell backwards.
Wesley walked into the door, ignored the man lying on the ground, and walked to the bathroom.
After a while, 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, and the lying woman looked over: "Barry, uh, Wesley? Are you back?"
Wesley glanced at her who was also blind, and went straight to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a small box from the inside.
Opened it and looked, the simple small photo album with mother's photos was still there, he closed the lid, put it in his arms, got up and left.
The woman was a little dazed, but she quickly came back to her senses, got up and chased after her: "Wesley, you bastard, you came back after disappearing for a few months... Ah, you hit Barry? Do you think you are a big shot, you are still that A stinky bitch worse than a fart. Barry is twice as good as you in bed, no, more than twice as good. Hey, put down Annabelle, it's mine."
He hugged the white cat he had just caught in his hand, and Wesley turned his back to her face, showing a smile: I leave my good brother Barry to you, and your Annabelle belongs to me, which is fair .
He has learned that he doesn't care about the vicious words of the slut ex-girlfriend Cathy behind him, he is himself.
Firefox outside the door rolled his eyes, turned and walked in, met Wesley who was walking, and hugged him like a French kiss.
The ex-girlfriend Cathy paused, and after a moment she exclaimed in disbelief: "Where did this bitch come from? Are you down to spending money to satisfy your poor self-esteem?"
Firefox let go of Wesley and pulled him towards the door.
When she reached the door, she grabbed a football by the door and threw it back.
Boom.
Cathy's series of vicious words stopped, and she collapsed on the ground with bleeding from her mouth and nose, just like Barry the female godfather.
She couldn't stand this woman's vicious language.
Wesley could keep this woman alive until now, not because he could bear it, but because he completely ignored her.
Walking outside the door, Firefox looked at the white cat he was holding: "Your?"
Wesley smiled: "It used to be hers, but now it's mine."
"Then I'll go find a car." Firefox shrugged, never thinking that he would help someone rob a cat and have to get the cat back.