After returning to the factory, Cross was depressed, shooting randomly at the human-shaped target. He tried every means to keep his son away from the whirlpool of the killer, but Wesley was still involved and fell into the murderous brotherhood.
in hand.
Thinking of Sloan's sanctimonious face, Cross became angry. He was worried that Wesley would be persecuted. What would he do if Sloan threatened Wesley's life...
"Are you worried about your son?" Russell came to the cross, pressed the bullet into the magazine, loaded the gun and started shooting slowly.
Crossing snorted coldly, knowingly asking questions, which parent could be so cruel as to ignore the safety of their children?
Russell finished firing the magazine and said casually: "Actually, you don't have to worry. As long as you are alive and Sloan has trouble sleeping and eating, your son is worthy of living. I bet he will get a beating at most.
, won’t die.”
"I understand everything you said, but..." Cross sighed dejectedly: "Wesley, my son's name, I left him and his mother when he couldn't remember. On the one hand,
I don’t want him to be harmed by his enemies, but on the other hand..."
When Cross said that he was stuck, Russell took over and continued: "On the other hand, he inherited your bloodline and has the potential to become a top killer, but you don't want his hands to be stained with blood, you just want him to be an ordinary person.
Live."
Cross glanced at Russell in distress: "Why do you know that again?"
Russell shrugged: "You know the reason, because my parents are killers, and they don't want me to follow this old path."
"Okay, I'm a little confused now and almost forgot about it. By the way, your parents are very qualified and they really love you!" Cross said, thinking of himself and Wesley, his expression changed again.
There was a moment of sadness.
"My parents were successful for a time, but you dragged me in again."
Russell spoke harshly. His words made Old Cross blush, and he opened his mouth but did not dare to speak. No matter what he said, it would be too contrary to his will.
"Don't be decadent. If you have time to be a quiet and bearded uncle, why not think about how to rescue your son Wesley? Sooner or later there will be problems if he is left in the brotherhood."
Cross looked deeply at Russell, probably because Wesley was in danger, he lowered his guard against Russell and said bluntly: "A long time ago, I started to make an assassination plan against the Brotherhood. If nothing happens,
We can directly destroy their nest."
"Then just follow the plan!"
"I want to do it too, but the time is not yet ripe! There are still many core members of the Brotherhood. These people are top killers. Before we deal with them, the success rate of the plan is very low. I don't want to do anything meaningless."
"Then Wesley is miserable. Every time you kill a member of the Brotherhood, Wesley will be fed an oily fish..." Russell was speaking venomously when he saw the cross's vicious eyes and changed his words decisively:
"Well, there is no Happy Gay Fish. Wesley will be beaten once every five minutes at most, or you can receive his spare parts every morning."
"Shut up, or I will kill you! I swear!"
Russell blinked: "Let me say the last sentence, I guarantee you will like to hear it."
Cross had no expression on his face and looked directly at Russell. The latter was completely unaware and began to spoil the story. No, he began to explain his own analysis.
"Have you ever thought about another possibility? Wesley has inherited your bloodline of top killers. After cultivating it, he will be full of adrenaline. Sloan may use him to deal with you."
"This is impossible. I am Wesley's father. It is so stupid to train Wesley to assassinate me!" Cross categorically denied.
"It is precisely because you are Wesley's father that Sloan will do this even more, because you cannot shoot when facing Wesley..." Russell looked directly into the eyes of the cross and broke his illusion: "You are Wesley
His father, but who knows? Anyway, Wesley doesn’t know, he only knows that he has not had a father since he was a child, right?”
Russell's words made Cross unable to refute. He was unwilling to accept this reality and forcefully defended: "It's still impossible, Wesley is not that stupid!"
Sorry, your son is so stupid!
Russell clearly remembers that in the original work, Wesley, the unlucky guy, never figured out who his father was. Sloan told him that he was the son of Big Beitou, and Big Beitou was killed by a cross. By the way, he described the cross as
A heinous villain used Wesley's determination to avenge his father to train him into a top killer in his own right.
Thinking of this, Russell was suddenly stunned, because the person who killed Big Back Head now was not Cross... but him!
Damn it, I became Wesley’s father-killing enemy!?
Russell looked confused. When he killed Big Back Head, he had not thought of this before. Looking back now, this is really the truth.
Thinking of becoming the son of Destiny's father-killing enemy, Russell felt extremely sad. This was not a way for him to survive!
"It would be really bad if they really trained Wesley to be a killer. I don't want him to follow my old path, but he still...this damn fate." Cross said sadly, probably because of his own strength.
He is confident and has no awareness that his life will be threatened by his son.
Russell decisively interjected: "Destroy the Brotherhood, and maybe you can live a normal life!"
"It's not that easy. The killer is not a cleaner. He doesn't just change his job if he wants to..."
"If you don't do it, you will definitely fail. If you do it, there is still a chance. For the sake of your son, you should fight for it." Russell said with a straight face, for the sake of my life, you should fight for it.
Cross was stunned, and after a while he smiled and said: "You are right, I should try hard, fate is not always fixed."
Looking at the refreshed cross, Russell nodded with satisfaction. With the cross as cannon fodder in front to attract firepower, his sense of security increased greatly: "Next, let's start training. I want to learn some new techniques. Your long-range sniping is good, counterattack
When we reach the brotherhood headquarters, I can cover you from 10 kilometers away!"
"Sorry, the plan has been disrupted. I don't have time to train you now. In the next few days, I will speed up the cleanup of brotherhood members. The more I kill, the safer Wesley will be."
Russell was anxious: "Then what should I do? Are you going to let me, a newbie, cover you from 10 miles away?"
Believe it or not, I will blow your head off!
"Don't worry, although I can't train you, I know a pretty powerful guy, and I will ask him to help train you." Cross picked up the sticky note, started writing quickly, and soon handed Russell an address.
Russell had a rough guess in his mind. In the original book, the Cross did not fight alone in the fight against the Brotherhood. He had a reliable partner, the bad old man who provided him with special bullets.
The bad old man is just a superficial phenomenon. Someone who can carve warheads into flowers must be extraordinary. He might have been the number one killer in the world 30 years ago!
Russell thought so, and happily took the note, only to see a list of addresses written on it, and a name attached.
"Mr. Smith!" Russell raised an eyebrow: "Who is he, your Robin?"
The moment he saw this name, Russell thought of Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Then the question came, what is the relationship between Firefox and Mr. Smith?
"He is a gun friend I met when I was working. He won the shooting championship at the National Sports Games at the age of ten. His marksmanship is superb and he is absolutely perfect. If he hadn't been recruited by the army and signed a confidentiality agreement, he would have been
Olympic champion!"
"He works in the army?"
"No, like me, he changed his profession and became a killer."
Duke pondered for a while: "Is he handsome?"
Cross looked at Russell with a strange expression, and silently took two steps back. Thinking of the oily fish Russell mentioned before, his eyes instantly became alert.
"Damn, what's that look in your eyes?" Russell realized that his words were confusing and changed his words: "Okay, my bad. Let's change the question again, is his wife beautiful?"
The cross's eyes are even weirder, what on earth do you want to do?
"Please, can you please stop thinking nonsense, I don't mean that. Also, answer my question, this is very important."
"As far as I know, he is a single and poor man. He has no wife at the age of thirty. Well, he doesn't even have a girlfriend!" Cross sneered twice and continued: "Do you have any questions?"
"Yes! Where did you work before?"
"IRS!"
Chapter completed!