One Thousand One Hundred and Sixteen Chapters 1 Stroke to the Sky

Firefox went to find the car, leaving Wesley standing there, not thinking about it.

Wesley didn't have any feelings for that ex-girlfriend like Bitchi, or that she was a shared female roommate, except that the roommate would use his money to pay the rent, keep cats, buy condoms and so on.

It's not that he's cheap, he just always thought he was a lunatic.

A few months ago, he lost interest in anything, and when his ex-girlfriend and ex-buddy hooked up, it seemed like something happened to a stranger, and he didn't care at all.

Only now did he know that the feeling of the inexplicable heartbeat speeding up and the world twisting and shaking is a talent, a talent that can act for the heavens and eradicate evil.

So he came back, put it all together, and felt relieved all of a sudden.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the street not far away, and a man came out of the darkness and raised his gun to him.

In an instant, his hair stood on end, feeling a murderous intent on his back, and his pupils shrank: "Cross!"

How dare this traitor appear in front of him?

Wesley pulled out the pistol behind him and shot decisively.

boom!

The cross immediately returned a shot.

boom!

Two bullets knocked out 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, then immediately chased after him.

In the past few months, the repeated teaching of the mutual aid society made him subconsciously feel that he must kill the traitor Cross, otherwise he will kill everyone in the mutual aid society, including Wesley himself.

The two figures chased and fled, and quickly rushed into the old factory area not far away.

Cross watched Wesley rush, then glanced in the other direction.

Firefox was sneaking close from there, and her departure just now was just a temptation and a temptation.

The cross knows there is a trap in it,

But he still came.

Mutual Aid was able to find Wesley, more than he expected.

He originally thought that no one would know that he had this son.

As a result, the old fox Sloan knew about this long ago, but he just didn't do anything.

The cross is not afraid of Firefox, but Wesley, who trusts Firefox to the core, is the best hostage.

He didn't want to take risks, and this trial might only leave a clue to remind himself of this silly son.

While doing so, he found that Firefox was stopped by someone.

The cross saw that a figure who came out of the darkness knocked her into the dark corner, fists and feet intersected, and the sound of objects shattering sounded.

good chance! In his mind, he immediately decided to grab his stupid son and run away.

Just get Wesley out of Mutual Aid's grip, and he'll have 10,000 ways to teach the Mutual Aid bastards to be human.

Do it when you think of it, without hesitation.

The cross turned back instantly and charged towards Wesley.

Bang bang bang!

Bullets flew, and the father and son fought.

The fighting styles of the two are quite similar, except that the cross is more old and efficient. It used up the little rookie Wesley's bullets a few times, and when he got close, he beat the silly son and barely knocked him out.

Breathing quickly in his mouth, the cross couldn't help but scolded: "Fake, this kid is progressing so fast?"

While scolding, he also had an inexplicable surprise in his heart: This is the seed of Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu's seed is so powerful!

A certain father scolded him in a low voice, feeling dark in his heart, he carried his son and ran away.

In the dark old factory area, it seems that silence has returned.

But in the corner, a simple conversation is going on.

Luke squatted on the ground with his typical legs, put his hands on his knees, and hung down naturally, having the same virtue as those flying African-American gangsters squatting on the side of the road doing nothing.

Looking at the woman whose hands and legs were tied together, he shook his head and sighed pitifully: "Why? Why bother?"

"Who are you?" Firefox seemed very calm, and the cold and charming charm in his demeanor remained unchanged.

But at the moment, she was tied in a reverse bow and lying on her side, much like those secret investigators who were caught in neon movies.

The guy in front of her was almost two meters tall, with a gray-black hooded sweater, gray-black jeans, and black military boots.

Under the pulled-up hood, his face was not exposed, but an all-black hood with yellow polarizers, looking like a fool.

Luke: "You can call me punher. Well, excuse me, you seem to have a companion here."

While speaking, his figure disappeared.

Firefox's heart sank: Too strong! This guy is really too strong.

Just now, she discovered that the cross appeared, sneaked over, and was ready to start with her companions.

As a result, the punher appeared without warning and rushed to her side.

As the strongest name killers in the mutual aid club, Firefox responds extremely quickly.

The burst of physical energy was completed in an instant, and he fought with punher.

Well, now that I think about it, she was unilaterally being played by the other party.

Her proud strength, reflexes, and fighting skills were completely overwhelmed by this halfway madness.

The other party just patted off her several attacks lightly, and pressed her to the ground.

Then, in the blink of an eye, she found that her hands and feet were tied back, and she completely lost the power to resist.

What's terrifying is that within a few seconds of being pushed down and tied up, only because of her own struggle, she suffered a little scratch.

This can only show that the other party is at ease, so that he can easily subdue her without hurting her in the slightest.

She couldn't stand this kind of fighting skills.

The tinkers who came to ambush the cross with her are those with the strongest fighting skills among the famous killers, but I am afraid it will be difficult to defeat this punher.

Just when she was worried and tried to untie the rope that tied 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's position with the gun, ready to turn to this companion.

As he turned around a huge old machine, a fist hit him.

The tinker didn't hesitate to drop the pistol and put his hands on the shelf.

The opponent just punched, but his body was still behind the corner of the machine.

The probability of his shooting hitting the opponent is infinitely close to 0, and he will also delay his chances of evading.

A close-range punch was called in the facial triangle, and it was killing people.

Even if he didn't die, his eyes would turn black, or tears would flow from his eyes, and he couldn't even aim a gun.

A burst of physical energy!

The tinker's hands finally caught up in front of the fist and the arm behind the fist, and at the same time he squatted and twisted.

His body movements are similar to a boxer's standard stance to avoid opponents, except that his hands are articulated techniques, which can be said to be integrated, even eliminating and hitting.

But the next moment, that fist accelerated suddenly, and the flat hook suddenly came diagonally.

The huge force instantly broke through the lifting force of the tinker's hands, and the fists the size of sandbags fell from an oblique direction to an almost vertical fall under the approach of both sides.