Firefox went to find the car, leaving Wesley standing there, distracted.
Wesley didn't have any feelings for that bitch-like ex-girlfriend, or that it was a shared female roommate, except that this roommate would use his money to pay rent, keep cats, buy condoms, and the like.
It's not that he's cheap, he just always thought he was crazy.
He'd lost interest in anything a few months ago, and when his ex-girlfriend hooked up with his ex-buddies, he acted like it happened to strangers and didn't care.
Only now did he know that the inexplicable heartbeat speeding up and the feeling that the world was distorted and turbulent was a talent, a talent that could do justice for the heavens and eradicate evil.
So he came back, finished everything, and immediately felt relieved.
Suddenly, his sight fell on the street not far away. A man came out of the darkness and raised the gun in his hand.
In an instant, his hair stood on end, and he felt a kind of murderous intent on his back, his pupils shrank slightly: "Cross!"
How dare this traitor appear in front of him
Wesley pulled out the pistol behind him and shot decisively.
boom!
Cross immediately returned a shot.
boom!
Two bullets knocked a little spark in the air.
Wesley was shocked: so strong.
The next moment, the cross... turned around and ran.
Wesley was stunned for a moment, and immediately ran after him.
In the past few months, the repeated teachings of the Mutual Aid Society made him subconsciously feel that he must kill the traitor Cross, otherwise he would kill everyone in the Mutual Aid Society, including Wesley himself.
The two figures chased and fled, and soon rushed into the old factory area not far away.
Cross watched Wesley charge, then glanced in the other direction.
Firefox was sneaking up from there, and her departure just now was just a temptation and temptation.
The cross knew there was a trap, but he came anyway.
Mutual Aid was able to find Wesley, which was beyond his expectations.
Originally, he thought that no one would know that he had this son.
As a result, that old fox Sloan knew about this for a long time, but he just didn't take any action.
Cross is not afraid of Firefox, but Wesley, who trusts Firefox to the bone, is the best hostage.
He didn't want to take any risks, and this temptation might only leave a few clues to remind himself of this silly son.
While making such calculations, he found that Firefox had been blocked.
The cross saw that a figure sprang out from the darkness and knocked her into a dark corner. There was a burst of fists and feet, and the sound of objects shattering.
good chance! His brain turned, and he immediately decided to grab his stupid son and run away.
As long as Wesley got out of the fraternity's grip, he'd have a million ways to teach the fraternity bastards how to behave.
Think and do it without hesitation.
The cross turned back in an instant and rushed towards Wesley.
Bang bang bang!
Bullets flew across, and the father and son fought.
The fighting styles of the two are quite similar, except that the cross is more sophisticated and efficient. It used up the bullets of the rookie Wesley a few times, pushed him close, and beat up the stupid son before barely knocking him out.
Gasping for breath, the cross couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Fake, this kid is improving so fast?"
While cursing, he also felt an inexplicable surprise in his heart: This is my seed! Lao Tzu's seed is so powerful!
A certain father scolded in his mouth, feeling secretly relieved, picked up his son and ran away.
In the dark old factory building area, it seems that quietness has returned.
But around the corner, a simple conversation is going on.
Luke squatted on the ground with the typical m legs, put his hands on his knees, and hung naturally, just like those African-American punks 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 pitifully and sighed: "Why bother? Why bother?"
"Who are you?" Firefox looked very calm, and the aloof and charming charm in his expression remained unchanged.
But at this moment, she was tied up and lay on her side in an arched position, much like those undercover investigators caught in neon movies.
And the guy in front of her was about two meters tall, wearing a gray and black hooded sweater, gray and black jeans, and black military boots.
Under the pulled-up hood, the face is not exposed, but an all-black hood with yellow polarizers, giving him a carefree look.
Luke: "You can call me puncher. Well, excuse me, you seem to have a companion coming."
While speaking, his figure disappeared.
Firefox's heart sank: too strong! This guy is really too strong.
Just now, she noticed the appearance of the cross and sneaked over, ready to fight with her companions.
As a result, the puncher appeared without warning and rushed to her side.
As the strongest name killers in the mutual aid association, Firefox reacted extremely quickly.
The physical explosion was completed in an instant, and they fought with puncher.
Well, now that I think about it, it was because she was unilaterally played by the other party.
The strength, reaction, and fighting skills she was proud of were completely crushed by this psychopath who broke out halfway.
The opponent just slapped her several attacks lightly, and then pinned her to the ground.
Then, in the blink of an eye, she found that her hands and feet were tied behind her back, and she completely lost the power to resist.
The frightening thing is that within a few seconds of being pinned down and tied up, she only suffered a little scratch due to her own struggle.
This can only show that the other party is able to easily subdue her without hurting her at all.
She couldn't stand the fighting skills of this strength.
The tinkers who came to ambush the cross with her are the ones with the strongest fighting skills among the famous killers, but it may be difficult to defeat this puncher.
Just as she was worrying and trying to untie the rope that bound her, the tinker on the other side had arrived.
Looking at the locator in his hand, he found that Wesley's signal had disappeared, and Firefox's signal was not far away.
Without much hesitation, he quickly approached Firefox with a gun, ready to turn to his companion.
As he turned a huge old machine, a fist came to him.
The tinker dropped the pistol without hesitation and put his hands on the shelves.
The opponent just punched him, but his body was still behind the corner of the machine.
The probability of him shooting the opponent is infinitely close to 0, and it will delay his chance to evade.
A punch at close range is called in the triangle area of the face, which is fatal.
Even if he is not dead, his eyes will turn black in severe cases, tears will flow in light cases, and he can't aim a gun.
Physical energy burst into action!
The tinker's hands were finally in front of the fist, and he supported the arm behind the fist, while squatting and twisting his body.
His body movements are similar to the standard posture of a boxer avoiding his opponent, but his hands are joint skills, which can be said to be integrated, eliminating and hitting.
But at the next moment, that fist suddenly accelerated, and the flat uppercut suddenly came diagonally.
The huge force broke through the lifting force of the tinker's hands in an instant, and the sandbag-sized fist fell from an oblique direction to an almost vertical direction under the approach of both sides.