Chapter 198 When a tool person is useless (please subscribe!!)

Wesley finally failed to stop the two Destiny Killers from moving him.

The reason is very simple.

Firefox will kill him.

Wesley dared to swear that his intuition was accurate. As long as he dared to stop it, the Firefox who was drawing his gun would definitely shoot him directly.

So Wesley could only watch the two killers move away from the things that belonged to him in the room one by one.

soon.

It took the two killers to emptie his belongings from this room without much time.

wrong.

There is one more thing.

Firefox opened his left hand to Wesley with expressionless face.

"key!"

"Firefox..."

"key."

“…”

Wesley's mouth moved slightly, but after looking at the very cold expression of Firefox, he was silent for a while, and took out the key from the door from his pocket and returned it to Firefox.

Firefox took the key and turned around and left.

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing this, Wesley hurriedly shouted, "Then where will I sleep?"

Firefox paused and left again: "Next to the butcher!"

Butcher?

Wesley opened his mouth.

Next door to the butcher...

So isn't it just next to the bathroom?

When Wesley came to his senses and wanted to say something, he saw that the Firefox had turned around and disappeared from the stairs not far away.

Who is it!

Wesley couldn't help but clench his fists and looked around the house that had lost his traces. It was obviously his father, Mr. X's house, so why should someone else move in?

no!

I'm going to find Sloan!

Wesley turned his mind, took a deep breath, and then strode away from the room, preparing to find Sloan and ask for an explanation for himself.

Sloan is very busy now.

Busy to start from scratch, teaching Hawke how to read the will of God from this unique piece of textile fabric.

Sloan's seriousness.

Hawke, who was standing aside, also listened very seriously. From time to time, he would point to the things from Sloan Church just now and ask Sloan in reverse.

Repeat this many times.

Hawke sounded more serious after confirming that Sloan was teaching seriously.

I have to say that interpreting God’s will is indeed very complicated, and even if you really achieve a black dot, you can actually have five or six ways of expressing it.

If Hawk hadn't been curious about it and his memory was pretty good, I'm afraid Hawk would have chosen to give up on his own ten minutes ago.

After a while.

Sloan also had a little swelling of his head. He looked at the time on his watch, rubbed his eyebrows, and said again to Hawk, a good student beside him, "I can only interpret your test from God."

, for a while, it is difficult to teach you a complete interpretation method."

Hawke looked up at Sloan and replied the same as before: "It's okay, I have time, you forgot, I'll start winter vacation tomorrow."

Sloan was silent.

Hawke said, smiling: "And, what I just said, in God's Code, a small black dot needs to be considered from all aspects, so, without a specific form of expression,

There is an error that can be caused by interpreting a passage directly.”

Sloan didn't want to talk anymore, rubbed his eyebrows and nodded, "Okay, let's just teach this today. We will continue tomorrow morning after breakfast."

Hawke was like a good student: "Okay, teacher!"

Just then.

There was a thud.

Sloan's office door was pushed open.

Sloan and Hock, who were performing good teachers and good students, immediately looked at Wesley running in from outside.

"Wesley!"

"Sloan!"

This is Wesley.

If you don't say anything, I would have thought it was a young version of Professor X.

Huh?

By the way, are there mutants in this world?

Hawke looked at Wesley, whose face was full of anger and questioning, blinked his eyes and thought in his heart.

Wesley walked to Sloan angrily and asked directly: "That is my dad's room, why do you want to give my dad's room to someone else?"

Sloan frowned.

"Wesley, you go first..."

"who is he!"

Wesley said angrily: "Who is the proxy you are talking about who was chosen by God?"

Sloan's eyebrows were beating.

Hawke next to him asked knowingly, looked at Wesley Close, and looked at Sloan curiously: "Sloan, is this our person too?"

Wesley looked at Hawk in an instant.

Never seen it before.

The face is very good.

It's him.

Wesley's eyes shrank slightly, and his eyes instantly looked at Hawk: "Damn bastard, it's you..."

"Bang!"

"ah!"

Before Wesley could finish his words, he felt a flash in front of him, and then his arm hurt and subconsciously covered his arm.

Blood?

Bleeding.

Wesley looked at the blood that was overflowing from his palm, and looked at Hawk who shot him directly after a disagreement.

Hawke narrowed his eyes: "If you are not polite, I can teach you, but if you want to die, I will also help you."

If it weren't for George's sake, Hawke would have shot Wesley away.

Anyway, he had sent the cross away.

Giving his son down was a kind thing.

Can……

Who made Wesley the prey that George wanted? As soon as he reached a cooperation agreement with George, he directly snatched George's prey. No matter how he looked at it, it looked very bad.

but……

How do I remember that Wesley's personality is not very cowardly, otherwise he would not have been cuckolded by his good brothers and would have helped them guard the door.

But why does this Wesley have a little temper?

and.

He looks like a naughty man.

Hawke looked at Sloan next to him with a confused look.
To be continued...