A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

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

In the end, Wesley failed to prevent the two Destiny Killers from moving him.

the reason is simple.

Firefox will kill him.

Wesley dared to swear that his intuition was accurate, as long as he dared to stop, the Firefox with the gun would definitely shoot him to death.

So Wesley could only watch helplessly as the two killers removed his things from the room one by one.

soon.

It didn't take long for the two killers to clear his belongings from the room.

wrong.

There is one more thing.

Firefox opened his left hand towards Wesley blankly.

"key!"

"Firefox..."

"key."

"..."

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

Firefox took the key, turned around and left.

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing this, Wesley quickly shouted, "Then where do I sleep?"

Firefox paused, then left again: "Next door to the butcher!"

Butcher?

Wesley opened his mouth.

Next door to the butcher...

Isn't that right next to the bathroom?
When Wesley came back to his senses and was about to say something, he saw that Firefox had turned around and disappeared at the stairs not far away.

Who is it!

Wesley couldn't help but clenched his fists, looking around at the house that had lost all traces of himself, it was obviously his father, Mr. X's house, why should someone else live in it.

No!

I'm going to Sloane!

Wesley turned his thoughts around, took a deep breath, and then strode out of the room, ready to go to Sloan and ask for an explanation for himself.

Sloan is busy right now.

Busy starting from scratch, teaching Hawke how to read God's will from this unique woven cloth.

Sloan taught seriously.

Hawke, who was standing aside, also listened very carefully, and from time to time would point to the things in Sloan's church and ask Sloan in turn.

so many times.

After Hawk confirmed that Sloan was teaching seriously, he sounded more serious.

It has to be said that interpreting the will of God is indeed very complicated, and even a black spot can be expressed in five or six ways.

If it wasn't for Hawk's curiosity, and his memory is not bad, I'm afraid, before 10 minutes, Hawk would choose to give up on his own.

after awhile.

Sloan's head was also a little swollen. He looked at the time on his watch, rubbed his eyebrows, and said to the good student Hawke again: "I can only interpret your test from God. , It will be very difficult to teach you a complete interpretation method in a short while."

Hawke looked up at Sloan, and replied the same as before: "It's okay, I have plenty of time, you forgot, I'm going on winter vacation starting tomorrow."

Sloan was silent.

Hawk said with a slight smile: "Also, as you just said, in God's code, a small black dot needs to be considered from various aspects, so, without a specific form of expression, There may be errors in interpreting a paragraph directly.”

Sloan didn't want to talk anymore, rubbed his brows, nodded and said: "Alright then, let's stop here today, and tomorrow morning, after breakfast, we will continue."

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

at this time.

A thud.

Sloan's office door was pushed open.

Sloan and Hawk, who played a good teacher and a good student inside, immediately turned their eyes to Wesley who ran in from the outside.

"Wesley!"

"Sloane!"

This is Wesley.

If you didn't say it, I would have thought it was the young version of Professor X.

Huh?
In other words, are there any mutants in this world?

Hawke looked at Wesley, whose face was full of anger and questioning after he came in, and blinked, thinking so in his heart.

Wesley walked up to Sloan angrily, and asked directly, "That's my dad's room, why did you give up my dad's room to someone else?"

Sloane frowned.

"Wesley, you go out first..."

"Who is he!"

Wesley said angrily, "Who is the God-chosen representative you mentioned?"

Sloane's eyebrows jumped.

Hawke next to him asked knowingly, looked at Wesley Cross, and looked at Sloan curiously: "Sloan, is this one of us too?"

Wesley looked at Hawk for a moment.

Never seen it.

The face is very raw.

It's him.

Wesley narrowed his eyes, and looked at Hawk for a moment: "Damn bastard, it's you..."

"boom!"

"what!"

Before Wesley could finish his sentence, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then his arm hurt, and he subconsciously covered his arm.

Blood?

bleeding.

Wesley looked at the blood spilling from his palm, and looked in disbelief at Hawk who shot him directly after saying nothing.

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

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

Anyway, he had sent the cross away.

Sending his son down is considered a good deed.

Can……

Who made Wesley the prey that George wanted? As soon as he reached a cooperation agreement with George on the front foot, he directly snatched George's prey on the back foot. No matter how you look at it, it looks very bad.

but……

How do I remember, isn't Wesley's character very cowardly, otherwise, he wouldn't have been cuckolded by his good brother, and he would have to help them guard the door.

But why does this Wesley have a bad temper?

and.

It looks like a stupefied young man.

Hawke looked at Sloan next to him with a puzzled look.

Old Hey Sloan couldn't see any expression, after all, he was dark, but after receiving Hawke's gaze, he said to Wesley in a cold tone: "Get out!"

Wesley, who was clutching the muzzle of his arm, heard this and looked at old Heslon in disbelief.

What did he just hear?
get out?
Don't you want me to kill the cross for you?

Old Hesloan looked at Wesley who was standing there motionless, couldn't help but frowned, and said in a deep voice again: "Didn't you hear, get out, remember, you are the destiny killer, aren't you Destiny Proxy, what kind of decision I make is not for you to interfere or even question, now, get out of my office!"

In the Destiny organization, Lao Hei has well controlled the concepts of Destiny Killer and Destiny Agent.

Let's say that.

In the Destiny Organization, the Destiny Agents are nobles, and the Destiny Killers are ordinary people. Even, if the Destiny Agents need it, they can order any Destiny Killer.

Just like the twelve Templars back then, they could command knights who were not Templars.

Wesley gritted his teeth, turned around, clutched his injured arm, and chose to leave.

It wasn't that he wanted to leave, but Wesley felt that if he didn't go to the infirmary soon, this arm of his would be useless from bleeding.

soon.

Wesley disappeared through the office door.

Old Heslong tried his best to calm down the anger in his heart, and then questioned himself over and over again, the cross is already dead, why do you keep such a thing?

Or just chop it up and send him on the road together.

Old Hesloan was thinking anxiously.

next second.

Seeing Hawke, the old Heislon immediately hid this thought well, with a smile on his face, and shook his head: "Sorry, I made you laugh."

Hawk waved his hand, and continued to ask knowingly: "The sentence he just said, asked if it was me, he was..."

Old Hesloan shook his head, and then paid attention to the expression on Hawke's face: "He is Mr. X's son, Wesley."

Hawk raised his eyebrows, looked at the door, nodded, and seemed to understand something: "So that's it, so, he is angry that I robbed his father's room?"

The old Heslon continued to watch the expression on Hawke's face, and nodded: "After his father was killed by a cross, we found him and hoped to train him, but it seems that he misunderstood something. "

Hawke smiled and said, "He thinks that maybe he is the next agent who is guided by God to inherit Mr. X's name?"

Old Hesloan gave a wry smile and nodded.

"Obviously, yes."

"Haha."

Hawk showed a slight smile, seemed to think of something very interesting, shook his head and said, "It's actually your fault, Sloan."

Sloan was taken aback for a moment and looked at Hawke.

"I?"

"That's right, it's the same as my questioning that you may have made a mistake in the translation. You actually made it clear when you picked him up from the beginning."

"……I said that."

"Ok."

Hawk shrugged: "Then this is not your problem."

Old Hesloan shook his head.

The conversation turned.

After Hawke finished speaking, he looked at old Hesloan and said with a smile: "However, Sloan, I don't need to worry, he will become my problem, you know, since I came to replace him His father's place."

If he knows that you killed his father, he will.

Old Hesloan thought so in his heart, and completely concluded that Hawke didn't know Wesley's true identity yet. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will handle this matter well."

"That's good."

Hawke said so, stretched his waist, and looked at old Hesloan: "So, my room is tidy, I can go to the room first, you know, I was just instilled by you So much new knowledge, I need to digest it."

Old Hesloan smiled and said, "Of course, I'll ask Firefox to take you to your room. You can see what is missing. If there is anything missing, you can tell Firefox, and she will help purchase it as soon as possible."

Hawke smiled and said, "I will."

"correct!"

Old Heslon extended his right hand to Hawke.

"Welcome to the Destiny Organization!"

"Thank you!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)