Marvel Movie Destruction

"Please, don't fight anymore!"

Wesley pleaded to the repairman with blood on his face.

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

Originally, he would never believe in such a thing, but when he shot off the wings of a fly for the first time under the threat of his life, Wesley knew that he was such an awesome man!

Although the twenty-five-year-old is past the age of Secondary Two Disease, he suddenly realized that he was probably a masterpiece hidden among ordinary people. In addition, the bank card was transferred to all the property of his dead boss. After more than one million dollars, Wesley suddenly felt that the world was better.

He directly fired his boss's squid, and used the computer keyboard to get a mild concussion on his friend who was sleeping on his horse.

No way, the Lord now has money, but he wants arrogance.

Besides, let the ugly woman with no breasts, **** butt and freckles go to hell, I will be able to sleep in a **** and beautiful female assassin right away, who is rare for that ugly woman!

It's just a killer's career, but it's not as good as he thought.

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

Then when he finally woke up, he would be taken to learn the sword technique with a guy called the butcher.

But in Wesley's view, the so-called learning of knives is completely unilateral abuse. He has no idea how many knives were cut by the butcher in the past few days!

To be honest, if the Brotherhood hadn't had 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 long ago.

As for other activities such as practicing shooting, jumping off the building and climbing walls, he will be tortured to death.

Now that Wesley is about to repent of his intestines, how hard is it for him to think about running as a killer?

Don't you know what you are?

Everyday life is being beaten up, he feels that he is about to collapse!

"Damn it!" The repairman punched Wesley in the face angrily, and knocked away two of his teeth.

"He still can't comprehend it?" Sloan walked in like a ghost as Wesley looked at Wesley who had been knocked over with a stool to the ground.

"No, this kid is simply an elm head, I think it might be better to kill him directly!" Angrily, the repairman untied the bandage on the back of his hand, which was covered with blood stains from beating Wesley.

"What about the other courses?" Sloan asked Firefox, his face as black as charcoal.

Of course, because he was originally black, he is not black. Everyone can only guess based on their feelings. It is absolutely invisible.

"Without any progress, no matter how you stimulate him, he can't trigger bullet time!" Firefox shook his head, ashamed of his ability to lead an apprentice.

A few days ago, without any systematic training, Wesley could use a gun to knock off the wings of flies, but now, after training, one day is worse than one day. This really makes her wonder what to say.

It is said that 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 thighs. As a result, this guy's fighting spirit has improved, but his strength has regressed!

"Damn it! Increase the amount of training!"

Sloan said depressed.

"But he is already at the limit now. If you increase the amount of training, you will die." Firefox said while looking at Wesley, who was spitting blood on the corner of his mouth.

"We don't have time!" Sloan squeezed his fists fiercely, and the Cross did not know what was going crazy these days, and frantically began to snipe the killers in the organization.

In the past few days, twelve members have been killed in a row. It can be said that as long as the members of the Brotherhood dare to stand alone, they will definitely be killed by the cross.

Now all the strongholds on the periphery of the entire Brotherhood have been pulled out, and they are equivalent to being surrounded by a cross!

"I get it!" Firefox nodded silently. Although she did have a slight affection for Wesley, this little stunner, but as a fanatic, Firefox is absolutely loyal to the organization, let alone a mere mere mention. Wesley, even she can kill herself.

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

‘The Brotherhood dispatched two decoys. The coordinates are in the Newspaper Plaza on 9th Street. There are four hunters next to the decoy. Their positions are...’

Cross looked at the message that popped up on the phone and squashed his mouth uncontrollably.

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

At first he thought that his whereabouts had been exposed, so he threw away his mobile phone and pretended to flee, but when he finally found a new base and bought a new mobile phone, the same message immediately appeared on his mobile phone screen.

After fleeing three times in a row and looking for stalkers without any results, the Cross had no choice but to accept the fact that he was being watched.

Fortunately, the other party did not have any strange attempts against him. Instead, he sent him all the peripheral information of the Brotherhood plus detailed information about the members who went out during this time.

Seeing these messages, the heart hanging in the air with the cross finally fell.

In his opinion, the guy on the opposite side of the phone should be the top of the Continental Hotel!

The Continental Hotel has been trying to unify the underground assassin world~www.NovelMTL.com~ but because of the existence of the Brotherhood, the Continental Hotel has become a rat-in-law.

Now that we encounter such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if the Continental Hotel does not take advantage of the opportunity, it will be really useless.

Although Cross knew that he was treated as a knife by the Continental Hotel, he didn't care.

After all, for the mad believer's cross, since all the members of the Brotherhood are now marked by Fate's Loom, then I should follow the Loom's order and send all those original colleagues to see God!

As for whether you are being used as a gun, it doesn't matter at all.

After packing up, the cross began to pick up his favorite gun and put it on his body in an orderly manner.

This time Sloan sent four masters second only to him in one go. Without this information, he would definitely not be an opponent.

But now that I already know where the colleagues are hiding, then there is no suspense in this battle!