Check the water meter?

...What the hell?

The anger on the cross's face disappeared, and there were three polite knocks on the door.

Next second.

The door was opened.

To be precise, someone shot the door lock and then opened the door openly.

The cross was stunned and untied the rope that bound Wesley.

but.

Wesley, who was tied to a chair, suddenly burst out and hit the cross's chin with a head hammer. Then, he stood up and ran towards the stairs on the second floor.

The cross covered his bleeding nose.

"Yo!"

Locke pushed the door open and walked in, and then took it intimately, still wearing sunglasses, staring at the cross with nosebleeds in the living room not far away.

After saying that.

Rocket raised his hand.

"Bang!"

"Dong!"

Two bullets instantly collided in the air.

The expression of the cross is not much different from the expression of Firefox that he knew that Locke's bullets could turn.

Locke chuckled, pressed against a pillar, and said with a faint expression: "I think you took one of my things and I want to take him back."

Cross hiding in the kitchen changed his magazine: "I had no intention of disturbing your game, I just wanted to save my son, Wushuang Assassin!"

"Oh."

Locke's lips raised, feeling the movement of the windows being smashed upstairs: "You said you are his father, do he believe it? Firefox said you are not, you are not."

cross:"……"

When Locke got off the car just now, he looked at it and the glass was bulletproof.

Smash?

I'm afraid it won't be able to smash it through after a long time, so Locke naturally wouldn't worry that Wesley would sneak away.

but……

Lock looked at the time of the watch in his hand, looked up and said to the second floor: "Wesley, I'll count three times. If you don't come out, I'll kill Firefox."

The cross shouted, "Don't come out, the fire fox has been killed by him."

"I don't!"

"The Firefox has been killed by you."

"hehe."

Lock ignored the cross and looked directly at the stairs: "You will believe in a stranger, or believe in an executioner who calls himself your father but killed your father. Don't forget that you are wearing your father's suit!"

That's Mr. X's.

Not mine.

The Cross actually didn't know about his son's recognition as a father, but after he saw the suit Wesley was wearing, the Cross knew about it.

Even though my son is stupid, he is his own stupid son after all.

The movement of smashing the window on the second floor stopped.

Locke's expression was faint: "I'll count on three. If you don't come out, you can hold a funeral for Firefox."

"three!"

Locke generally disdains to play tricks that are not allowed to play.

But special circumstances, special treatment.

It's already very late now, Locke guessed that George Stacey would come to him at the earliest half an hour, and tomorrow morning at the latest.

Although he has reported the case that the Audi R8 was stolen.

But if George Stacey believes it, she still needs some remarks.

So he doesn't have so much time in Northwest to play hide-and-seek games here. If he wants to play, he will not press his killing intention and adjust the time to erase the brotherhood to Monday and workday.

"two!"

"one!"

"Wesley, say goodbye to Firefox..."

"etc!"

"Don't come out!"

"Bang!"

"Dong!"

A figure flashed past, and it roared directly, jumped up, and then used its flesh and blood to stop a turn and shoot bullets at his silly son's ankle.

But even so, the second bullet penetrated the cross's shoulder and hit Wesley's ankle with a puff.

moment.

Wesley fell from the stairs on the second floor like a rolling gourd.

The cross is not uncomfortable!

With a puff.

The cross hit the wall directly, and couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood.

"Bang!"

"Dong!"

"Bang!"

"Why do you have to?"

Locke walked out of the entrance hall at the door, tsk twice, looking at the cross that blocked the bullet for his son in front of him, showing the great father: "Do you think he can live if you die?"

"Give him aside!"

The cross covered the bullet holes in his chest, his chest undulating, staring at Locke.

Locke smiled!

"Give me a reason!"

"He was cheated."

"Um."

Locke nodded, looking like you said it makes sense: "So, I'll give him a chance!"

Said.

Locke got up and pulled Wesley, who was obviously in poor spirits, and fell to the cross when he was fussed tonight.

"Bang!"

Locke directly mentioned the cross's gun to Wesley: "He is your father-killing enemy. Don't you want to kill your father-killing enemy? I'll give you a chance to kill him."

Wesley, who covered his ankles and was sweating profusely, looked down at the pistol that was kicked in front of him.

gun!

Wesley's eyes lit up and he held the pistol.

He was a softie a month ago, and he has always been.

but……

It was the gun that gave him a second chance to get hard.

The moment Wesley held the gun, he felt a little safe.

Locke didn't care about Wesley's gun in his hand, but said thoughtfully: "Why, the enemy who killed his father is right in front of him, won't he kill him?"

Wesley looked at the cross that was obviously about to die before him.

The cross with blood on his face showed a smile and let go of all his defenses.

Wesley was silent.

Locke smiled and increased his bargaining chips: "The Firefox is not dead, he is in the trunk of my car. Do you want to see her?"
To be continued...