Chapter 9 Step on the accelerator to the end, and the rest is random
With a pained face, Cross soaked Russell in the slightly turbid pool and said stiffly: "That's it for tonight. We will continue tomorrow. You should have a good rest first!"
Cross left without looking back. Every time he recalled how Russell was shot neatly, his head hurt. I thought that with a little training, Russell would be able to quickly become a talented person, but now it seems that he was too idealistic.
If you were to grade Russell's performance just now, the choice for the cross would be D, Double D, no more!
The good news is that he didn't aim at the head when he fired, otherwise it would be difficult to find an excellent assistant!
Russell also had a sore face. The people on TV who were still alive after being shot were all lies. He was just shot in the thigh and basically lost his ability to fight. Those who were shot in the arm continued to fight back with guns, or were shot in the body by dozens of people.
The gun hasn't fallen yet, I really don't know what kind of physiological structure it has.
Russell expected that the cross would suddenly fire, but he did not expect to fire twice. It can be seen that with his current strength, it is very difficult to deal with top killers without equipping cards.
While soaking in the pool, Russell felt that the wound on his thigh was a little itchy, and there were also several injuries suffered during the day, like ants crawling on the wound, which was very uncomfortable.
This is a normal reaction of wound recovery. It causes discomfort because it is too fast. The turbid liquid in the pool is not simple. In the world of [Assassin League], apart from bullet time and looms, the most mysterious thing is the medicine soaked in his eyes.
bath.
The medicine in the water can stimulate white blood cells through skin contact, speeding up the recovery process. Bruises, cuts, and fractures can be recovered in a few hours, which is much better than Russell's unreliable system.
In the Brotherhood headquarters, Textile Factory No. 17, there is a place called the recovery room, which also has this kind of potion pool that can quickly repair damage.
The leader of the Brotherhood, Morgan Freeman, no, it’s the leader Sloan, who is the biggest gauze in the textile factory. He is sitting on a treasure trove without knowing it. There are many ways to make money, why must he choose to kill? He can just apply with the formula.
Patent, then open a factory to mass-produce diluted versions of the healing elixir.
With this kind of magic medicine in hand, dominating the medical world is a piece of cake. Being rich and powerful is no longer a dream!
"If Sloan goes to a certain point, he will definitely fall into the street..." Russell closed his eyes and immersed his body in the water.
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The next day, Russell's biological clock automatically woke him up. He broke away from the completely solidified potion on the surface and climbed out of the pool. After changing his clothes, he waited and saw no sign of the cross.
Russell practiced shooting in the shooting range of the factory. Due to the improvement of his intelligence and the remaining firearm memory of the subway police, he shot the human target with perfect accuracy. After firing five magazines in a row, he gave up the unchallenging practice.
Without him, it has expanded!
Russell waited for a while, but when he saw that the cross hadn't come yet, he was hungry and decided to go out to look for food. The effect of the medicinal bath was very effective, and all his injuries were restored. It was impossible to tell that he had suffered a gunshot wound last night. On the contrary, he was now
Very hungry.
Still the old KFC guy, not because he is poor and has no choice, but because junk food is high in calories and can replenish the energy consumed.
After filling his stomach, Russell returned to the factory, but there was still no ghost of the cross. He guessed that the other party might be spying on his cuckold son's girlfriend's daily life, so that he could not type with both hands, or he might be chasing a certain target.
Russell picked up the pistol and practiced boringly for an hour again, and then he gave up. The rigid low-level training could not improve him except killing time.
There were not many pistols on Cross's rack. This was not his home base. Russell could see that Cross had no intention of openly announcing it. But it didn't matter. Russell had read the original work and knew his biggest weakness, his son - Wei
Sri!
If the Child of Destiny really exists, then in the world of the League of Assassins, Wesley is the Child of Destiny.
Throughout life, some people become legends, while others are downright losers. If you look into the reasons, do you think it’s because of your own incompetence?
No, your ability is enough, but your genes are not!
All roads lead to Rome, but some people were born in Rome and became Roman princes!
The world of the League of Assassins is a world of blood. Without the blood of adrenaline, you cannot become a top killer. It only took Wesley two weeks to surpass the 20 years of hard work of many geniuses. Who can reason with this?
But Russell didn't panic at all, he was cheating!
Speaking of Wesley, Russell felt that it was necessary to get in touch with him. This kid was super awesome in the later stage. Apart from the cross, he was the most popular. Now that he is still a porn star, it is necessary to invest in him.
Although doing this may offend Cross, he can't be blamed for it. It was just a chance encounter. How could he know that Wesley was the son of Cross.
Before he had any use value, Russell decided to take a chance!
Russell put on his baseball cap and walked out of the factory gate, followed the light rail route, and searched according to the clues in his memory.
Wesley's rental house is near the light rail, but Russell found that the neighborhood is full of old-fashioned rental houses with three or five floors; there is an ATM machine next to Wesley's house, but Russell has discovered more than 30 ATM machines; Wesley
He often buys medicine to suppress anxiety attacks in supermarkets near his home. However, along the light rail track, Russell found five supermarkets, each of which sold this medicine.
Russell: "..."
"Okay, let's just pretend that I'm familiar with the terrain. At least I won't get into a dead end when I'm being chased."
Looking at the moon rising after sunset, Russell gave up his plan to find Wesley. There were too few clues, and it was very possible that Wesley would appear in front of him and he would not recognize him.
Because no one stipulates that in his world, Wesley looks exactly the same as in the movie.
As for asking passers-by for Wesley's address, Russell did not use this method. What he needed was a chance encounter.
Holding the family bucket in his arms, Russell was wandering under the street lights when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
"Shit, where did you go again?"
Russell moved the phone slightly away. The roar of the cross was so noisy that his earwax almost popped out.
"I have been waiting for you in the factory for a long time and came out to find some food. The current location is..." Russell looked around and saw a supermarket called 'THE EGG STORE'. Next to it was an ATM machine embedded in the wall.
"Okay, as long as you are still alive, no matter where you are now, go back to the factory and stay there. The Brotherhood's killers are nearby, so be careful." Cross said and hung up the phone.
Russell listened to the blind tone on his cell phone and looked at the supermarket not far ahead. His heart began to beat faster, and his consciousness told him that this place would be very dangerous next.
"You're right, I'll go back right now!"
Some things and some people can't be avoided even if you want to. Just when Russell turned around and took a few steps, gunshots suddenly rang out in the supermarket.
After an explosion, a young man wearing a dark blue coat with silk hangings ran out in a panic.
Russell leaned against the wall, his eyes locked on the young man hanging from the silk. Although his face had changed slightly from what he remembered, his intuition told him that the young man in front of him was Wesley.
Tsk!
The screeching sound of tires rang in Russell's ears. Cross drove a pet truck out of the alley and slammed on the brakes to stop beside Russell.
"Fcuk, what are you doing here?" Cross was dumbfounded. What a coincidence.
Russell shrugged and said nothing. He picked up the chicken leg in the Family Bucket and took a bite. The meaning was already obvious.
Of course I am here to eat, otherwise what else could I do?
On the other side, Wesley ran into the parking lot in a panic and was taken away by a cool-looking red supercar.
Dodge Viper SRT-10!
The tradition of American sports cars is to carry out large displacement to the end. This SRT-10 is an out-and-out representative of American displacement, with a 600-horsepower 8.4-liter engine, larger displacement, greater power, and greater torque.
, like a ferocious viper.
Russell nodded repeatedly: "This car is great, what do you think?"
Cross rolled his eyes and dragged Russell into the car: "You drive, don't get lost... Uh, how are your driving skills?"
"My driving skills are average, just press the accelerator to the bottom and let the rest go!"
"What!?"
"Fasten your seat belt, pay attention to abide by the traffic laws, we are going to hit the road..." Russell fastened his seat belt, his eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
[The host is equipped with ‘Character Card: BABY’, the countdown is 400 seconds, the timer starts! 】
Cross swallowed and subconsciously fastened his seat belt. He felt a heart-stopping power from Russell, an aura only possessed by those who have reached the pinnacle in a certain field.
This is an experienced driver!
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【Street Diary】
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