"Please, stop fighting!"

Wesley begged the repairman with blood on his face.

A few days ago, a young lady with long legs and big waves found him and told him that he was the son of the world's number one killer and that he had the blood of a peerless killer flowing in his body.

Originally, he would never believe such a thing, but when he shot off a fly's wings for the first time under threat of life, Wesley realized that he was actually so awesome!

Although at the age of twenty-five, he had passed the age of middle school disease, he suddenly discovered that he was probably a peerless master hidden among ordinary people. In addition, his bank card was transferred to his bank card, which was said to be the entire property of his dead boss.

After earning more than one million US dollars, Wesley suddenly felt that the world was becoming a better place.

He directly fired his boss, while jumping around and using the computer keyboard to give his friend who was sleeping with him a mild concussion.

There is no way, I have plenty of money now, but what I want is arrogance.

Besides, go to hell with that ugly woman with no breasts, no butt, and a face full of freckles. I can sleep with a sexy and beautiful female killer in no time. Who cares about that ugly woman!

It's just that the career of a killer is not as beautiful as he imagined.

In the past few days, he would be beaten wildly by this guy called the repairman every morning. The guy would beat him until his nose bone was broken and his head was dizzy every time.

Then when he finally wakes up, he will be taken to learn knife skills from a guy named the Butcher.

But in Wesley's view, the so-called learning of knife skills is completely one-sided torture. He has been chopped by butchers so many times in the past few days!

To be honest, if the Brotherhood hadn't possessed a special nutrient solution that could quickly stimulate cell division in the human body and heal most injuries, he would have been carried into the crematorium by now.

As for other activities such as shooting practice, jumping off buildings, climbing walls, etc., they will torture him to death.

Now Wesley is about to feel regretful in his intestines. How can he think so hard that he wants to become a killer?

Don’t you know what you are made of?

His daily life was about being beaten severely, and he felt like he was about to collapse!

"Damn it!" The repairman angrily punched Wesley in the face again, knocking out two of his teeth.

"He still can't understand?" Looking at Wesley who was knocked to the ground and passed out in a daze, Sloan walked in like a ghost.

"No, this kid has a stupid head. I think it might be better to just beat him to death!" The repairman angrily untied the bandage on the back of his hand, which was covered with blood stains from beating Wesley.

"Where are the other courses?" Sloan's face was as dark as a charcoal, and he asked Firefox.

Of course, because he is originally black, everyone can only guess based on their feelings as to whether he is black or not. It is absolutely impossible to tell by looking at him.

"There is no progress. No matter how much I stimulate him, he can't trigger bullet time!" Fire Fox shook his head, feeling ashamed of his ability to lead his disciples.

A few days ago, without any systematic training, Wesley could shoot off the wings of a fly with a gun, but now after training, it was getting worse day by day. This really made her not know what to say.

Ordinarily, Wesley's performance in the past few days can be regarded as hard work. In order to give him the confidence to train, Firefox has contributed his own thighs. As a result, this guy's fighting spirit has improved, but his strength has actually declined!

"Damn it! Increase the amount of training!"

Sloan said depressedly.

"But he is already at his limit now. If he increases the amount of training, he will die." Firefox said while looking at Wesley who was lying on the ground and vomiting blood from the corner of his mouth.

"We don't have time!" Sloan clenched his fists fiercely. Cross had gone crazy these past few days and frantically started sniping at the killers in the organization.

Twelve members have been killed in a row in the past few days. It can be said that as long as a member of the Brotherhood dares to be alone, he will definitely be killed by a cross.

Now all the outer strongholds of the entire Brotherhood have been uprooted, and they are as if they were surrounded by the Cross!

"I understand!" Firefox nodded silently. Although she did have a slight affection for Wesley, the little fool, as a fanatical believer, Firefox was absolutely loyal to the organization, let alone a mere one.

Wesley, she can kill even herself.

Sloan shook his head and walked out of the training room. Wesley's training speed was too slow, and the attack frequency of the cross was too fast. He had to go to the office to consider whether he should send a team of experts to surround the cross.

'The Brotherhood dispatched two decoys, located at the News Plaza on No. 9 Street. There were four hunters next to the decoys, and their locations were...'

Cross looked at the message that suddenly popped up on his phone, and pursed his lips uncontrollably.

This message without any annotated number suddenly appeared on his mobile phone four days ago.

At first he thought his whereabouts had been exposed, so he threw away his cell phone and fled in disguise. However, when he finally found a new base and bought a new cell phone, the same message immediately appeared on his cell phone screen.

After running away three times in a row and searching for his stalker without any results, Cross could only reluctantly accept the fact that he was being watched.

Fortunately, the other party did not have any strange intentions against him. Instead, he sent him all the peripheral information of the brotherhood and the detailed information of the members who were out during this period.

After seeing this information, my heart that was hanging in the air finally dropped.

In his opinion, the guy on the other side of the phone must be a senior executive of the Continental Hotel!

The Continental Hotel has been trying to unify the underground killer world for many years, but because of the existence of the Brotherhood, the Continental Hotel has stopped trying.

Now that we are encountering such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if Continental Hotel does not take advantage of it, it will be in vain.

Although Cross Cross knew that he was being used as a knife by the Continental Hotel, he didn't care at all.

After all, for the cross of fanatic believers, since all the members of the Brotherhood have been marked by the loom of destiny, they should follow the orders of the loom and send all their original colleagues to see God!

As for whether he was being used as a gunman, that doesn't matter at all.

After packing his luggage, Cross began to pick up his beloved firearms and put them on his body in an orderly manner.

This time Sloan sent out four experts who were second only to him. Without this information, even he would definitely not be a match.
Chapter completed!