Chapter 1115 If You Want to Live a Good Life

Mr. X, who was in the same suit with a big back and a grim face, was caught by Luke and gave it to Rebecca for disposal.

Rebecca gave this Mr. X a trick to burn the flamingo, and his death was a shame for the mutual aid association.

For this kind of thing, Wesley actually recognized him as his biological father and vowed to avenge him.

People like Luke who have nothing to do with themselves, can't stand it a little bit: You fool that stupid child like this, are you really a man?

There are more than 20 famous killers and hundreds of ordinary members in the mutual aid association. They don't even have the courage to fight head-on in the face of a cross, but they only dare to use their sons to fish.

Mutual Aid Society, really degenerate.

Relatively speaking, Luke is more interested in the cross.

It's not because of the fighting power of the cross, but because the cross realized that Sloan was making money by killing people in the name of the destiny loom, he turned out of the mutual aid association and wanted to completely destroy this killer gang.

Even if he may have killed innocents 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 gangsters on the Internet. Even if they know they are wrong, most people would rather do everything possible to argue sophistry. If they lose the argument, they will disappear decisively, and they will never simply say "I was wrong."

The gangsters are just online debates, they have no interest, and they are unwilling to admit their mistakes.

The cross can not only recognize one's own mistakes, but also practice and make up for the mistakes made by himself.

People who dare to act and dare to say it are easy to say and can do it are really rare.

It is also for this reason that Luke did not want to see the cross die at the hands of his son Wesley, which would be the biggest tragedy for the unfortunate father and son.

Then, let's brush the mutual aid club first! He made up his mind.

After all, the Mutual Aid Club could not wait to kill the traitor Cross immediately. As long as there was exact news about the Cross, they would definitely jump out impatiently.

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In recent months, Wesley Gibson feels like his life has reached its peak.

In the office, scolding the fat lady in charge,

As soon as the keyboard fan flew to his "good buddy" Barry who was wearing a hat, he resigned, waving his hand without taking a keyboard.

But then, he also enjoyed the pain that he had never had in his life.

Shooting, fighting, being tortured, and beaten, finally made him a strong man.

In addition, there are more than two million deposits in the bank card, and the charming Firefox makes him unable to extricate himself.

Money, strength, and women are all within your grasp.

Well, Firefox is not something he can control, but this woman is actually guiding him in his studies.

Today, he finally got a mission, a mission that he was destined to perform since he entered the mutual aid club - to hunt crosses.

His own biological father, Mr. X, who was killed without a face covering, was killed by a cross.

But he didn't have much resentment towards this big traitor of the mutual aid society.

In other words, it was just that others told him that he should hate the cross. Deep down, he felt more and more just curious.

The cross is really too strong.

Even with repeated precautions, the Mutual Aid Association has killed two more famous killers in his hands in the past few months.

Firefox, gunsmiths, tinkers, butchers and other powerful people were helpless against him, and they could only pin their hopes on Wesley, the newcomer.

Thinking of dealing with this formidable opponent, Wesley's body shuddered slightly, and he couldn't even help his heart speed up, almost automatically entering a state of physical energy explosion.

But before he can undertake this most important task, he needs to settle a few things.

Firefox leaned against the wall of the passage: "Five minutes."

Wesley smiled lightly. "Two minutes should be enough."

Saying that, he slammed the door with his fist.

There was a pause in the conversation between the men and women who were anti-mother Anye who died, and a man asked, "Who is it?"

Wesley didn't answer, just stepped up the knock, slamming the door, and the dust was falling off the door frame.

The man shouted in dissatisfaction: "Damn, you are so sick."

The footsteps sounded, and after the slamming of the door, the door opened a five-centimeter gap, and a young man's face was exposed, looking 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 see you, I've helped you take good care of Cathy for the past few months... …”

Wesley was expressionless, slammed his palm on the door, and the anti-theft door chain broke instantly, and the door slammed heavily on the man's face, his face was full of flowers, and he fell backwards.

Wesley walked through the door, ignoring the man lying on the ground, and walked to the bathroom.

Moments later, he came out with an opaque plastic bag in his hand containing 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 invisible, and went straight to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a small box from the innermost.

He opened it and took a look. The simple album containing his mother's photo was still there. He closed the lid, put it in his arms, got up and left.

The woman was a little confused, but she quickly recovered, got up and chased out: "Wesley, you bastard, disappeared for a few months and came back... ah, you beat Barry? You think you are a big man, you still That stinky silk that can't even fart. Barry is twice as strong as you in bed, no, more than twice as strong. He, put down Annabelle, it's mine."

Holding the white cat he just fished to his chest, Wesley turned his back to her face and smiled: I leave my good brother Barry to you, your Annabelle belongs to me, that's fair .

He'd learned that he didn't care about the vicious words of the slut's ex-girlfriend, Cathy, behind him, he was himself.

Firefox outside the door rolled his eyes, turned around and walked in, facing Wesley who was approaching, and hugging him was a French kiss.

Ex-girlfriend Cathy paused for a moment, then exclaimed in disbelief: "Where is this Bi Chi? Are you degenerate enough to spend money to satisfy your poor self-esteem?"

Firefox released Wesley and dragged him out the door.

When she got to the door, she grabbed a football by the door and threw it back.

Bang.

Cathy's series of vicious words stopped, and like the female godfather Barry, she slumped to the ground with blood from her nose and mouth.

She couldn't stand the vicious language of this woman.

Wesley made this woman live to this day, not being able to bear it, but completely ignoring the other party.

Walking outside 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 find a car." Firefox shrugged, never thinking that he would help someone snatch a cat and have to get the cat back.