Super Detective in the Fictional World

Boom!

The body of the patcher rests.

Almost instantly, his mouth, eyes, ears and nose bleed.

A low laugh sounded: “I'm a puncher now. ”

If a patch artist can restore a slurry brain and broken neck bones at this moment, he will surely yell at someone: where is the vertical bottom punch in boxing!

That dimpled heavenly lid must have many crude words to say about it, but his body was thrown into space number one at the next moment, and he never had a chance to protest.

The fire fox over there was so tough that it loosened the knot a little, you could hear the footsteps approaching.

The giant figure squatted down again, and he was a little surprised: "You're very good, you can get away with it if you come back a few minutes later. ”

Firefox:... but I'm still tied up!

Then she was picked up.

“Let's go, take you to talk to an old acquaintance." The puncher sounded, and the two disappeared into the factory.

……

In a small two-story building not far from the city track, the cross looked at Wesley with suspicion, not too disappointed, just saying: "You don't believe it now, when I destroy the mutual aid club, I'll have enough time to prove it. ”

Wesley barely stayed calm on his face, but he was confused.

He didn't want to believe each other, but it was less than a hundred meters from the apartment he had previously rented, and there was a window facing the window of his apartment.

This proves, at least, that the other party is watching him.

Faced with all this, he was lost, confused.

Wesley was just an ordinary young man, at least a few months ago he was.

He didn't have enough experience and brains to analyze the words of the cross and draw conclusions that would convince him.

There's only one thought in his mind now-- why, why would he want to be my father? Shit, I thought my dad had been dead for over 20 years, and it turned out to be two.

What the hell are you doing? Wesley wanted to yell.

Knock, knock!

The small building door was suddenly knocked and the cross was tight.

Surveillance and traps have long been set up around the building, and no one can knock on the door without his knowing it.

“Crucifix, I brought you a good witness.” There was a low noise outside the door.

The crucifix frowned and the remote opened the door, and several defenses against intruders in the room started.

A figure approaching two meters walked in, carrying a woman in his hand.

The hidden fathers and sons stunned together.

“Firefox?” It's Wesley's voice.

The cross would never make the low-level mistake of "shouting out”.

The corner of Luke's head curled up: "Guys, relax, your big sister is fine. Wait, you can keep hugging each other and making out. ”

The vigilance of the cross does not diminish but rises back.

He's in the old business, prudence is an instinct, and that's why mutual help gets Wesley out against him.

Without this interference from his own son, it is almost impossible for the Cross to make mistakes.

Now forced to the door, the cross naturally feels dangerous.

Wesley's shock revealed his position and he could not necessarily protect his stupid son under the mystery of the unknown.

Instead of caring about the reaction of the cross, Luke unwrapped his hands and feet tied together by the Firefox.

Of course, he simply untied his hands and feet and did not untie the separate ties on his legs.

Firefox can finally speak standing up, not like a strapped pig.

“You are indeed the son of the Cross.” He said, “Your eldest sister can testify to that. ”

Wesley looked incredibly at the Firefox.

“She certainly won't admit it now.” Luke continued: “So the cross, can you tell me why you're backing out of the mutual aid club and destroying it? ”

The cross frowned, silent.

Luke said softly, “I forgot to tell you, I'm a friend of Red Back Spider and Blood Mint. You take that as a request and exchange information here. ”

The divine colour of the cross and the fire fox moves slightly.

Blood peppermint is nothing, not that Luke said, the cross hasn't thought of this reserve name killer in a long time.

But Red Back Spider Rebecca is no ordinary name killer.

She's kind of Mr. X's student, solid and talented.

If she hadn't separated herself from the club, she'd be one of the strongest name killers in a few years.

On the other hand, she has quite a personal relationship with Firefox.

In a ruthless gang of killers like Mutual Aid, they're both "girlfriends."

The Crucifix knows better that Rebecca was murdered half a year ago by the Mutual Society, which ordered her to be killed.

Luke kept a constant eye on Mutual Aid, basically figuring out the personal data of more than twenty named killers.

Doesn't Mutual Aid kill innocent people? Yes, and a lot.

But Rebecca, Firefox, Crucifix, are the very minority in mutual aid.

Subjectively, they do not want to kill innocents indiscriminately, but truly believe that they are acting on behalf of God.

Most of the targets killed by them were convicted criminals.

Sloane, the old fox, simply entrusted the three of them with the most difficult tasks of eating black.

As a result, the mission of the three men has always been aimed at people such as gangsters, killers and mercenaries.

Low difficulty tasks for those who compete in ordinary commerce and kill innocent people are entrusted to others who do not want to move their minds, or who do not care at all, such as night wolves and doves.

In that way, Sloane had really kept the three of them in the drums for years, and the cross had simply implicitly perceived that some of his companions were not doing the right thing.

The so-called one-leaf barrier was blind to Tarzan, and many of his thoughts had flashed in his mind before, without any real suspicion.

It wasn't until Rebecca's sister was murdered last year that he became suspicious when his anger turned against the mutual aid club.

The ability to lay out killing first among crucifix killers is undoubtedly strong in logical reasoning.

All Sloane's lies are harder to hide as long as he really wants to find out.

Luke saw the cross without saying a word, and suddenly he said, "Firefox, tell me first, whose son is Wesley? ”

The Firefox was disturbed and unconsciously said, “He is the son of the Cross. ”

She was stunned when she spoke: How did I tell the truth all of a sudden?

Wesley is the only way to deal with the cross.

This pair of fathers and sons now recognize that mutual aid societies will have little chance to kill the cross in the future.

Luke didn't give you a chance to think about it, and went on immediately: "Firefox is sincere enough to give you this answer that matters most to you. So, Crucifix, should you tell the Firefox the truth? ”

This time without hesitation, the Cross spoke of Sloane's forgery of the Fateful Woven Machine password, replacing the real assassination list with his own list.