Super Detective in the Fictional World

The same suit with a big back and a cold face, Mr. X, was caught by Luke and then sent to Rebecca for disposal.

Rebecca gave the Mr. X a flaming Firebird, and his death was a shame for the Mutual Aid Society.

In this kind of goods, Wesley was actually regarded as a father and vowed to avenge him.

People like Luke who have nothing to do with hanging up are a little bit indifferent: You stupid kid like this, really big husband?

There are more than twenty killers and hundreds of ordinary members of the Mutual Aid Society. They have no courage to face a cross, but dare to use their sons to fish.

The Mutual Aid Society has really fallen.

Relatively speaking, Luke was more interested in the cross.

It wasn't the fancy power of the cross, but the cross, after realizing that Sloan was using the name of the destiny loom to kill and collect money, he returned to the Mutual Aid Society and completely destroyed the killer group.

Even if he might have killed innocent people before, even if he died, he would have to drag the Mutual Aid to Hell, and Luke would take a look.

Admitting mistakes is something most people in the world cannot do.

It ’s like a stubborn stubborn person on the Internet. Even if they know they are wrong, most people will do everything possible to quibble, and they will disappear decisively when they lose the argument.

Gang Jing is just a network debate, there is no interest relationship, and he is unwilling to admit his mistakes.

The cross not only recognizes its own mistakes, but also does it by itself to make up for the mistakes made.

Dare to dare to say it is simple, and people who can do it are really rare.

That's why Luke didn't want to see the cross die in the hands of his son Wesley. That would be the biggest tragedy for the unlucky father and son.

Then, brush the mutual aid club first! He made up his mind.

After all, the Mutual Aid Society is anxious to kill the traitor of the cross immediately. As long as the exact news of the cross is available, they will certainly be impatient to jump out.

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In recent months, Wesley Gibson feels that his life has reached its peak.

In the office scolding the fat woman in charge, a keyboard fan flew to the "good buddies" Barry who wore a hat in a mess, and he resigned, waving a hand without taking a keyboard.

But then, he also enjoyed the pain never before in his life.

Shooting, fighting, being tortured and beaten up finally made him a powerful man.

In addition, more than two million deposits in the bank card, and the fascinating Firefox, made him unable to extricate himself.

Money, strength, and women are all under control.

Well, Firefox is not in his control, in fact, this woman is guiding him to study.

Today, he finally got a mission, a mission destined to be performed when he entered the mutual aid society-hunting the cross.

His own father, Mr. X, who had been killed before, was killed by the cross.

But he didn't have much resentment against this mutual aid traitor.

In other words, it was just that someone told him that he should hate the cross, and deep down he felt more curious.

The cross is really too strong.

Even after being wary, the Mutual Aid Society has two other killers killed in his hands in recent months.

Powerful people like fox, gunsmith, tinker, butcher can do nothing about him, and can only pin their hopes on the newcomer Wesley.

Thinking of dealing with this powerful opponent, Wesley's body shuddered, and even couldn't help his heart speeding up, and almost automatically entered a state of physical outbreak.

But before he can carry out this most important task, he needs to finish something.

Firefox leaned against the wall of the passage: "Five minutes."

Wesley smiled easily: "Two minutes should be enough."

Then he banged the door with his fist.

In the room, the anti-mother Aung Yee's men and women kept talking, and a man asked, "Who?"

Wesley didn't answer, but just stepped on the door, slammed the door, and the dust on the door frame was falling.

The man shouted with dissatisfaction: "Damn, are you sick?"

Footsteps sounded, and after the sound of the door opened, a five-centimeter seam opened. A young man's face was exposed and he looked at him in amazement: "Wesley? Where are you going ..."

Suddenly, he turned around and removed his body from the crack of the door: "Haha, it's great to see you. I've taken care of Cathy for you in the past few months ... ... "

Wesley was expressionless, slamming his palm on the door, and the anti-theft door chain broke instantly. The door slammed heavily on the man's face, blossomed his face, and fell backwards.

Wesley walked into the door, ignored the man lying on the floor, and walked to the bathroom.

After a moment, he came out with an opaque plastic bag in his hand, which was the gun he had hidden in the toilet tank last time.

When he reached the bedroom, he kicked the half-hiding door gently. The lying woman looked over and said, "Barry, uh, Wesley? Are you back?"

Wesley glanced at the same piece of her, walked straight to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and took out a small box from the inside.

I opened it and looked at it. The small photo album containing my mother's picture was still there. He closed the lid, put it in his arms, and got up and left.

The woman was a little aggressive, but quickly came back and got up and chased out: "Wesley, you rotten man, disappear for a few months and come back ... Ah, you hit Barry? What do you think you are, you still That rotten **** that is not as good as fart. Barry is twice as strong in bed as you, no, more than twice as strong. He, let down Annabelle, it's mine. "

Hold the white cat just caught in your chest, Wesley turned her back on her face, and smiled: I leave you my good brother Barry, your Annabelle belongs to me, this is fair .

He had learned that he didn't care about the vicious language of Cathy, the slut's ex-girlfriend behind him, he was himself.

Firefox outside the door rolled his eyes, turned around and walked in, facing Wesley walking around, holding him in a French kiss.

Ex-girlfriend Cathyton lived at ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ after a moment, incredulously called: "Where is this bitch? Have you fallen into spending your money to satisfy your poor pride?"

Firefox let go of Wesley and pulled him towards the door.

When she reached the door, she grabbed a football by the door and threw it back.

Alas.

Cathy's series of vicious words stopped, and like her female husband Barry, her nose and mouth bleed, and she stumbled to the ground.

She couldn't stand the vicious language of this woman.

Wesley can make this woman live to this day, not tolerate, but completely ignore each other.

Walking outside, Firefox looked at the white cat he was holding: "Your?"

Wesley smiled. "It used to be her, but now it's mine."

"Then I'll find a car." Firefox shrugged, never thinking he would help someone grab a cat, and he had to get the cat back.