Super Detective in the Fictional World

Firefox finds the car and leaves Wesley standing where he belongs.

Wesley had no feelings for the same ex-girlfriend as Beatrice, or that was a shared roommate, except that the roommate would pay his rent, have cats, buy condoms, etc.

Not that he's cheap, he just always thought he was a psychopath.

A few months ago, he was not interested in anything, and when his ex-girlfriend hooked up with his ex-brother, he seemed like something that happened to a stranger, not at all concerned.

Now he realizes that the mysterious acceleration of the heartbeat, the sense that the world is twisting and shaking, is a gift that can take the place of the way of God and eradicate the gift of evil.

So he came back, and he ended it all, and he suddenly felt relaxed.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the street not far away, and a man came out of the darkness and raised a gun in his hand.

For a moment, he sweats upside down and feels like a killer on his back, his pupils narrow: “Crucifix! ”

How dare this traitor appear before himself?

Wesley pulled out a pistol behind him and made a decisive move.

Boom!

The cross immediately returned a shot.

Boom!

Two bullets hit a little Mars in the air.

Wesley's heart is shaken: so strong.

The next moment, the cross... turns around and runs.

Wesley stunned and pulled his leg and chased him.

Over the past few months, the Society's repeated teachings have subconsciously made him feel that he must destroy the traitor of the Cross, or he will kill all of its people, including Wesley himself.

The two men ran after each other and quickly rushed into the old factory building not far away.

The cross looked at Wesley and glanced in the other direction.

Firefox was sneaking up from there, and her departure was just a test and a lure.

The cross knew there was a trap in it, but he came.

Mutual Aid can find Wesley, which is beyond his expectations.

He thought no one would know he had this son.

Turns out Sloane, the old fox, knew about this a long time ago, but he never did anything.

The cross is not afraid of the Firefox, but Wesley, who trusts the Firefox in his bones, is the best hostage.

He didn't want to take any chances, so this attempt might just leave a little clue to remind himself of his stupid son.

In such a reckoning, he found that the firefox had been stopped.

The cross saw a man coming out of the darkness and crashing her into the dark corner, crossing her fists and feet, and the sound of the broken objects.

What an opportunity! He had an electric stroke in his head and immediately decided —— to grab his stupid son and run away.

As long as Wesley is removed from the control of the Mutual Society, he has 10,000 ways to teach the Mutual Society's bastards to be human beings.

Do what you want, never hesitate.

The cross instantly folded back and rushed towards Wesley.

Boom, boom, boom!

The bullets flew across, and the fathers and sons fought hard.

The fighting style of the two men was quite similar, except that the cross was older and more efficient, took up a few bullets of the little rookie Wesley, forced him to the vicinity, beat his silly son to a fat beating, and then barely knocked him out.

He gasped in a hurry, and the cross could not help but scold: “Fako, is this boy making progress so fast? ”

As he scolded, he also had an unknown surprise in his heart: this is my seed! That's how good I am!

One of his own father whispered in his mouth, his heart was refreshed, and he lifted his son and ran away.

Quiet seems to have been restored in the dark old factory area.

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

Luke squatted on the floor with those typical M-legs, hands on his knees, naturally drooling, and hanging out with those little Afro-descendants who squatted on the side of the road for nothing.

Looking at the woman with her hands and legs tied together, he shook his head sadly and sighed: “Why should I? Why bother? ”

“Who are you?” Firefox looks calm, and the cool, mellow flavor of the divine remains unchanged.

But at this moment, she was tied to the side of the anti-bow, much like the covert searchers caught in the neon movies.

And this guy in front of her, about two meters tall, grey black hooded sweatshirt, grey black jeans, black military boots.

Under the hood pulled up, the face was not revealed, but a full black head coat with a yellow polarizer, a hanging look.

Luke: “You can call me puncher. Um, excuse me, you seem to have company. ”

In the talking room, his figure disappeared.

Heart of the Firefox: too strong! This guy is really too strong.

Just now, she discovered the cross and snuck in, ready to work with her peers.

As a result, this puncher appeared unannounced and rushed to her side.

Firefox is extremely responsive as some of the strongest names killers in the club.

Physical explosion instantly completed and puncher fought.

Okay, now I want to come over and that's when she was unilaterally played by each other.

She was proud of her strength, reaction, martial arts and was completely crushed by this half-way psychopath.

The other side just took a few understatements of her offense and pushed her to the ground.

Then, in the blink of an eye, she found herself tied up and completely defeated.

The scary thing is that in just a few seconds she was strapped upside down, just because she struggled, she had a little scratch.

This can only mean that the other side has more than enough swimming edges to easily conquer her without hurting her.

She can't handle this powerful martial arts.

The patch artist who came with her to ambush the cross was the most skilled fighter in the name of the killer, but I'm afraid it's also hard to beat this puncher.

Just as she feared that the patch artist on the other side had arrived as she worked to untie herself.

Looking at the locator on his hand, it turns out that Wesley's signal has disappeared, and the Firefox's signal is not far away.

He didn't hesitate much and quickly approached the Firefox position with a gun, ready to round this companion up.

One fist came to his face as he turned a giant old machine.

The patch artist did not hesitate to throw the pistol away and put his hands on the shelf.

The other party just punched him, but his body was still behind the corner of the machine.

His chances of hitting each other are infinitely close to zero, which can also delay his chances of escape.

A punch at close range is called in the facial triangle, and that's a dead man.

If you don't die, your eyes will be dark, if you light them, tears will flow, and you won't be able to target a gun.

Boom! Boom!

The patch artist's hands finally hurried in front of his fist and pulled his arm behind his fist, while he squatted down.

His body moves like a boxer avoiding his opponent's standard posture, except that his hands are a technique of joint technique, which can be called a fusion, even a knockout.

But the next moment, the fist suddenly accelerated and the flat hook suddenly slanted.

The immense power instantly broke through the support of the manipulator's hands, and the big fists of the sandbags fell from inclination to near vertical as they approached each other.