Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 18 You shouldn't steal my things (please recommend, please collect!)

Check the water meter?
...what the hell?

The anger on the face of the cross disappeared, and it seemed that there were three knocks on the door very politely.

next second.

The door was opened.

To be precise, someone shot the door lock, and then opened the door grandiosely to come in.

The cross was taken aback for a moment, and he untied the rope that restrained Wesley.

but.

Wesley, who was tied to the chair, suddenly jumped up and hit the chin of the cross with a head hammer. Then, he got up and ran towards the stairs on the second floor.

The cross clutched his bleeding nose.

"Yo!"

At this moment, Locke opened the door and walked in, and then closed the door very intimately, still wearing sunglasses, staring at the nosebleed cross in the living room not far away.

Done.

Locke raised his hand.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The two bullets collided instantly in the air.

The expression of the cross was not much different from Firefox's expression when he knew that Locke's bullets could bend.

Locke chuckled, leaned against a pillar, and said with a flat expression: "I think, you took one of my things, and I want to take him back."

The cross hiding in the kitchen changed his magazines: "I have no intention of disturbing your game, I just want to save my son, Peerless Assassin!"

"Ah."

The corner of Locke's mouth turned up, feeling that upstairs, it should be the movement of smashing windows: "You said you were his father, would he believe it? Firefox said you were not, so you were not."

cross:"……"

When Locke got out of the car just now, he looked at it and found that the glass was bulletproof.

hit?
I'm afraid I won't be able to smash it through for a long time, and Locke naturally doesn't worry that Wesley will sneak away.

but……

Locke looked at the time on his watch, looked up, and said to the second floor, "Wesley, I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I will kill Firefox."

The cross shouted: "Don't come out, Firefox has been killed by him."

"I do not have!"

"Firefox has been killed by you."

"Ha ha."

Locke ignored the cross and looked directly at the stairs: "Will you believe a stranger, or will you believe that an executioner who claims to be your father but killed your father, don't forget, you are wearing your father's suit !"

That's Mr. X's.

not mine.

Cross actually didn't know about his son's confession of a thief as his father at first, but after he saw the suit Wesley was wearing, Cross knew.

A son is stupid, but he is his own stupid son after all.

The smashing of windows on the second floor stopped.

Locke's expression was light: "I'll count to three, if you don't come out, you can give Firefox a funeral."

"three!"

Under normal circumstances, Locke disdains to play tricks that are not on the table.

But special circumstances, special treatment.

It was very late now, and Locke estimated that George Stacey would come to the door in half an hour at the earliest, or tomorrow morning at the latest.

Although he has reported that the Audi R8 was stolen.

But if George Stacy would believe it, it still needs some rhetoric.

So he doesn't have so much Northwest time to play peek-a-boo here, and if he wanted to, he wouldn't press Killing Heart and adjust the time to obliterate the fraternity to Monday working day.

"two!"

"one!"

"Wesley, say goodbye to Firefox..."

"and many more!"

"Stay out!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

A figure flashed past, and with a bang, he jumped up abruptly, and then, with his flesh and blood, blocked a bullet that turned around and shot at his stupid son's ankle.

But even so, the second bullet penetrated the shoulder of the cross, and hit Wesley's protruding ankle with a puff.

moment.

Wesley fell down the stairs on the second floor like a ground gourd.

The cross is not good either!
puff.

The cross hit the wall directly, and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

"Why bother?"

Locke came out of the entrance, clicked his tongue twice, and looked at the bullet in front of his son, showing the great father's cross: "Do you think that if you die, he can live?"

"Forgive him!"

The cross covered the bullet hole in his chest, his chest heaved, and he stared at Locke.

Locke laughed!

"Give me a reason!"

"He was tricked."

"Ah."

Locke nodded, as if what you said made sense: "Well, I'll give him a chance!"

talking.

Locke got up, and dragged Wesley, who was obviously in a bad state of mind after being made such a fuss tonight, to the front of the cross.

"Bang!"

Locke directly raised the gun with the cross in front of Wesley: "He is your father-killing enemy. Don't you want to kill your father-killing enemy? I will give you a chance to kill him."

Clutching his ankle, Wesley, who was sweating profusely, looked down at the pistol that was kicked in front of him.

gun!
Wesley's eyes lit up and he grabbed the pistol.

He was a jerk a month ago and always has been.

but……

It was the gun that gave him a second chance to get hard.

The moment Wesley held the gun, he felt that he had found a sense of security.

Locke didn't care about the fact that Wesley had a gun in his hand, but said thoughtfully: "Why, killing your father and enemy is right in front of you, don't you want to kill him?"

Wesley looked at the cross in front of him, clearly already dying.

The bloody cross showed a smile and let go of all his defenses.

Wesley was silent.

Locke smiled and increased his bargaining chips: "Firefox is not dead, he is in the trunk of my car, don't you, do you want to see her?"

The image of Firefox flashed in Wesley's mind.

and also……

passion!
Looking at the expression on Wesley's face, Cross looked at Locke with an inexplicable expression, and sighed inwardly: "Come on, I shouldn't have left you alone to your mother."

Wesley looked up at Locke, and stretched out his right hand: "I'll kill you..."

"boom!"

"Uh!"

Wesley's eyes were wide open, his head was raised instantly, a bullet hole appeared between his eyebrows, he stared at the ceiling in disbelief, and then, with a bang, he fell towards the floor.

Cross opened his eyes, and looked at Wesley, whose head turned to him, with a complicated expression.

Locke put down his right hand and looked at the cross: "Don't you want to say thank you?"

obviously.

The moment Wesley shot Locke, for whatever reason, was on the side of the cross, his father.

only……

The mantis' arm is like a car, and it's just overthinking what it can do!
Cross glanced at Locke who was speaking, and closed his eyes expressionlessly.

Locke smiled.

"boom!"

"You shouldn't have taken my prey, Cross!"

"or……"

"You shouldn't have dumped Mr. Y's body in my car in the first place!"

"..."

　Cute new writers also need to be cared for!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)