Firefox's injuries were a bit serious. Not to mention the gunshot to the shoulder, just being shot in the abdomen had already made her lose her fighting ability. In the bullet time state, the adrenaline did not make her feel much pain, but as this period of time ended,
Her condition became worse and worse.
With trembling hands, Wesley lifted Firefox from the cold ground, gently held her in his arms, and reached out to press her wound.
Firefox smiled faintly, the smile was very sad, put the M1911 in Wesley's hand, and started the standard equipment before death...the revolving door!
"You don't have to do this at all... Then nothing will happen..." Wesley's trembling voice was filled with fear, and warmth gushed out from the wound he was pressing, and it was so dazzling through the gaps between his fingers.
"That day at the train station, you asked me if I wanted to change my life...I lied..." Firefox looked at the ceiling above his head and said to himself: "I often dream that I am an ordinary person with my own family.
With the person I like, but it can only be a dream, I can’t look back..."
Wesley hugged Firefox tightly: "Okay, the Brotherhood is over, you can start over if you survive!"
Fire Fox smiled miserably: "It's impossible. When I close my eyes now, many faces will appear in my mind. They are all innocent people... I bear too many sins... I thought I was the assassin of fate, but it's just the opposite.
, I am the type of person who is spurned by fate..."
"Fuck your fate, you think too much, just live your life well!"
"Thank you, help me kill Sloan... I want to dream again, please don't disturb me, okay?"
After the firefox finished speaking, she closed her eyes, and Wesley hugged her and sobbed softly, her face covered with snot and tears.
On the other side, the killers who were not dead yet hid for a while and saw that no one was shooting. They stood up carefully and pointed their weapons at the desk.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The shooter was Russell. He used the bullet time skill card and killed five people with three bullets, two of whom died in the same arc.
Sloan was not in the office. Russell raised his eyes and glanced around the office. His sharp senses did not detect any extra heartbeats in the room. Apart from himself, there were only Wesley and... Firefox.
Seeing Wesley hugging the goddess and about to cry to death, Russell walked over and squatted down, reaching out and touching the firefox's neck.
"Stop crying, she's not dead!"
Wesley raised his painted face and blew a nose bubble: "Really!?"
"The bullet didn't hit the internal organs, otherwise she would have the strength to talk nonsense to you!"
"But she..."
"She passed out. If you don't take her to the hospital, she will die of excessive blood loss. Let me think about it, it seems to be 1000CC..."
Before Russell could finish his words, Wesley picked up Firefox like a princess and ran out of the office. At the end, he threw down the M1911: "Kill Sloan, please!"
Russell picked up the M1911 pistol on the ground: "Of course, otherwise what do you think I'm doing here!"
After checking whether there was enough ammunition, Russell walked around the study and found a half-covered wooden door.
The door was locked from the inside, and unlocking it was a delicate job. For inexperienced people, it required more luck. Russell was very lucky. He had a Remington M870, and he shot the door lock away with one blast.
Behind the door is a spiral iron staircase. Along the stairs, you can reach the top floor where the Destiny Loom is placed. When the butcher was killed, Sloan came here alone.
It was not because he lived and died with the loom, he did not have such a noble consciousness, but because he put all the wealth he had accumulated over the years in a hidden safe.
This is an extremely blasphemous act of faith. If the killers knew that money exchanged for innocent lives was placed next to the sacred loom of destiny, Sloan would be eaten alive.
It's a pity that no one knows that the killers always thought that Sloan was a conscientious leader... I can only say that he is a good actor!
Is money or life more important?
Many people will say that life is important, and why do you need money if your life is gone? But the fact is completely opposite. If you really give people a choice, they would rather have money than life. Sloan also thinks so. He has struggled for most of his life, isn't he just trying to make a living?
Money?
Now that the brotherhood is gone, what's the point of living if he loses his money?
…
In the spacious room, the Destiny Loom was placed in the center. Sloan was in front of the secret compartment in the corner, desperately stuffing gold and silver jewelry into his pockets. At his feet were piles of beautiful knives scattered around.
.
There is a backpack behind him, which is already filled with valuables, and he is preparing to escape with these treasures.
There was a secret passage in the room that only he knew, which led directly to the river behind the textile factory. Sloan prepared a speedboat and could escape at any time. But because he was reluctant to part with money that was more important than his life, he missed the best time to escape.
When he heard the sound of the wooden door being blown open, he woke up from a dream and felt a little regretful.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sloan fired at the iron stairs, trying to prevent Russell from climbing up, and said loudly: "I know who you are, your name is Russell, a low-life killer... Now it seems that there is something wrong with my intelligence source."
, your strength is very good."
Russell was leaning against the wall, listening to the sounds coming from upstairs, and wanted to throw out a shot and kill Sloan with a curved bullet. But Sloan kept changing positions, and he couldn't aim accurately, so his efforts were in vain.
Russell raised his head and said to the upstairs: "Sloan, you have no way to escape, give up! I will plead with the cross. As long as you promise to stay safe in your next life and be a lonely old man in a nursing home, I will let you live... Really
Yes, I swear!"
"hehe……"
Sloan chuckled and didn't take these words to heart. As a clergyman, he was a staunch materialist and firmly believed that money could settle everything.
"What good the cross has given me, I will pay twice as much... no, I will pay ten times as much!"
"He gave me a chance to kill you."
"Don't be ridiculous, we have no grievances, and you have no reason to kill me." Sloan raised his gun to prevent Russell from going upstairs, but still refused to give up: "Russell, don't be too naive, you shouldn't believe the lie of the cross. You
He was just used by the Cross, what kind of good person do you think he is?"
"You were deceived. He is a complete bastard, a cold-blooded, unscrupulous killer. I don't know what agreement you have, but I am sure that the second you leave the textile factory, you will be shot by a sniper rifle."
Explode your head, he is the best at betrayal!"
"It makes sense..."
"This is a fact! If you and I join forces, we still have a chance..."
"But I want to kill you now!"
"..."
"You may not believe it, but I am the one chosen by fate. Because you arbitrarily changed the instructions of fate, the old man gave me a dream and asked me to kill you."
Sloan was speechless for a while, and then said kindly: "Times have changed, let fate go to hell, I have been disobeying his orders, how can I still live well!"
Russell was convinced that he did not understand the principle of the binary code on the loom, but if this world really has a so-called destiny, it must be a loser who can only talk.
"I agree with what you said, but everything has its rules, right?"
"Rules are just something that was created to protect the weak. They are so hypocritical that they are vulnerable to attack. In this era of the jungle, why should we, the strong, be bound by rules? Moreover, even if there are rules, they should be made by the strong.
, we have the qualifications and the power!"
Russell laughed when he heard this: "No, neither you nor I are strong, you know nothing about power!"
【Street Diary】
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