Chapter 201 Like a father, like a son (please subscribe!!)

Yes.

This is a bit similar to the Stockholm effect.

Wesley did not resent Sloan. Even now, in Wesley's view, it was Sloan or Sloan who saved him from that boring and boring life, and then told him who he was and what he should do.

Although from a certain perspective, Sloan ordered people to kidnap him.

But that doesn't prevent Wesley from thanking Sloan.

But the other person is not so lucky!

In Wesley's opinion, the reason why his life suddenly burst into a thousand miles after finally rushing into the sky was because of the appearance of this person.

If it weren't for him, he would still enjoy the treatment of God's operatives, live in his father's room, and work hard to restore his father's glory.

But this man who suddenly appeared not only took away his father's title, but even everything he has now.

This person is Mr. K, who is now the Destiny Killer organization.

Hawke Shaw!

right.

It's Hawk.

This can still be explained by the Stockholm effect.

It is like the hostages who were first kidnapped by the kidnappers will suddenly fall in love with the kidnappers, and even after the new hostage comes in, they will be hostile to the new hostages.

Wesley can be explained in this sentence.

Especially these days, when Wesley was working in a textile factory, he saw with his own eyes how Hawke talked to the Destiny Killers, and there were scenes of talking and laughing. When Wesley looked at the Destiny Killers who were not fake these days but showed a charming smile to Hawke, the anger in his heart kept burning.

These objects of flattering smiles should be mine.

I am Mr. X's son, and I should be the new Mr. X, not Mr. K, who came from somewhere and suddenly snatched his father's position inexplicably.

But that was not what made Wesley's anger reach its peak.

What really made Wesley's anger reach its peak was when Hawke came to him and shook hands with a gesture of not knowing who he was, or even having no impression of him.

The volcano in Wesley's heart erupted completely.

then……

Wesley wants to poison Hawk.

Just last night, Wesley took advantage of the poison he had accumulated when he was favored before and learned various poison formulas with the pharmacist. Then, at night, he used the Firefox to teach him stealth, and came to his former father, Mr. X, and now Mr. K's room door, ignited this poison.

As long as Hawke dies, he will be favored.

This is the truest thought in Wesley's mind.

result……

The development of things once again exceeded Wesley's expectations.

Hawke was not dead.

How is it possible.

Only Wesley himself knew how the ten-level waves were stirred up in his heart when he saw Hawke safe and sound, not even a little depressed.

Even knowing that when Wesley returned to his work station, this incredible mood did not calm down.

Is my medicine expired?

Wesley thought in his heart.

Next second.

Bang!

"Wesley!"

The foreman who was patrolling to prevent someone from being distracted and causing problems with textile fabrics, looked at the movements in Wesley's hands and his eyebrows were beating, and he threw a big fight on Wesley's head: "Damn it, you stupid guy, what are you doing? How much material have you wasted these days."

Wesley came back to his senses, and the foreman's squirting and scolding made Wesley suddenly feel dazed, as if the picture had suddenly come back to his once unforgettable life.

Next second.

Wesley whistled, and his eyes were cold to look at the ugly foreman in front of him who was very close to the fat woman he remembered.

In the pharmacy room.

Hawke directly put Sloan's pigeon, and after leaving the room, he came here directly and found the pharmacist lying in the pool, drinking a martini and enjoying his own bath.

The pharmacist looked at the bathhouse with expressionless expression, squatted down, then looked straight at Hawk, and was silent for a while, lowered his head, grabbed the bath towel soaked in the water, and covered his shoulders.

“K.”

"Um."

"Sorry, I like girls."

"Such a coincidence, so do I."

“…”

The pharmacist looked up and happened to see Hawke with a smile on his lips. He instantly realized that he had been fooled and was about to get up and fight Hawke desperately!

but.

"Dong!"

Hawke stretched out his right hand and directly pressed the pharmacist who wanted to get up. With a light force, he sent the pharmacist back to the pool, and said in a very serious tone: "Don't seek death!"

The pharmacist was stunned.

"What?"

“Quickly ask!”

Hawke retracted his right hand and recalled the feeling he felt when he woke up in the morning: "It can make people feel that their lungs are burned, their abdomen seem to be perforated, and even their eyes feel congested, but it is colorless, not noticed, tasteless, and not smelled. The usage pattern should be gas. Is there such poison here?"

The pharmacist frowned and was a little confused, so he said: "Why do you ask this? Don't you have no mission?"

Hawke shrugged.

"Ask any questions."

"Well……"

The pharmacist naturally would not believe Hawk's answer, but he didn't want Hawk to continue staring at him and taking a shower. He frowned, thought for a while, then nodded and said, "You should be Augustine!"

Hawke raised his eyebrows: "Augustin?"

The pharmacist nodded.

"Yes, Augustine, this is a strong poison, specially used to attack some enemies hiding in safes and safe houses. After igniting, Augustine can enter the place he wants to attack well, without any smell or even with any color, but the effect is obvious. Normal people, as long as they inhale more than ten grams, you will feel your eyes burning and you will want to pull out your eyes. Secondly, the lungs, the lungs will feel like they are burning with fire, and then..."

"Okay!"

That's it.

That's right.

Hawke thought in his heart, and directly interrupted the pharmacist's description and praise of this poison. He looked at the pharmacist: "Is this poison difficult to buy?"

The pharmacist smiled and said, "It's hard to buy, it's impossible to buy at all. This is my exclusive development."

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

"your?"

"right."

The pharmacist nodded proudly, then looked at Hawk who was grabbing him with his big hand, and subconsciously blocked his chest with both hands: "Fuck..."

The words have not ended.

The pharmacist felt like a stripped-out little cock, Hawke was lifted with his arms effortlessly and pulled out of the bath.

"Bang!"

Hawke tilted his right foot, threw the towel hanging from the floor directly to the pharmacist, and walked towards the pharmacist's office: "Put it on, take me to see your poison."

Since the pharmacist said that, it would definitely not be the one who did it.

so……

This is the last possibility.

Someone used the poison from the pharmacist.

After a while.

The pharmacist with wet hair walked into his office. When he was about to ask a speechless question, he looked at Hawk who was rummaging on his bottles and jars, and hurried forward and stopped him: "Don't just move my things here, K."

Hawke raised his hand, took a step back, and gave the position to the pharmacist: "Where is the Augustine you just mentioned, can you show me?"

The pharmacist sorted out his beloved bottles and jars, turned his head to look at Hawk: "What Augustine, I've long gone."
To be continued...