The strong man of national art in the United States

Chapter 112
"I was discovered not long after I went in. Hundreds of vampires were ambushing in the manor. Dickon had expected that I would get information about his location from Old Neil, so he evacuated ahead of time and deployed his men by the way. Just wait for me to throw myself into the trap!
Damn it! "

Whistler had a complex look on his face, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he patted Wesley on the shoulder lightly a few times.

"Although Dickon couldn't be eliminated, the killing scheme he set up also failed to kill you. As long as people are still alive, there is still hope.

You have a good rest, and you will be better at dawn tomorrow.

At that time, we will continue to play with him. "

After finishing speaking, Whistler stood up, carrying cigarettes and wine, and walked towards the door.

"Teacher," Whistler just stepped out of the door with one foot, and there was a weak call from behind.

Wesley's complexion was pale, but his voice was still firm and powerful: "Dickon's plot this time is no small matter, and he will definitely do his best to make this operation a success at all costs."

Because he was too emotional, the injury in his body was triggered. For a while, the house was filled with Wesley's coughing and panting.

After a long time, Wesley spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, calmed down his shortness of breath, and then continued: "This matter involves a lot. I must admit that the two of us alone are not enough to deal with the situation at hand."

"What are you going to do?" Whistler turned his head and asked calmly.

"..." After a moment of silence, Wesley gave a wry smile, and then replied, "We need helpers and we need to concentrate our strength to win the final victory in this battle."

Hearing this, Whistler showed an almost imperceptible smile, nodded, and said, "I agree with you. I will contact my old friends in a while and ask them to come and act together."

After finishing speaking, Whistler walked straight out of the room, leaving Wesley alone to rest in the silent room.

"Wesley, you don't have to worry too much." Whistler, who had just left, came back at some point and comforted Wesley: "I believe that with the help of old friends, we will be able to successfully eliminate Dee." Ken's.

And what you have to do now is to rest with peace of mind and return to peak condition as soon as possible. "

After saying a word, Whistler left in a hurry, hurrying to contact those old guys.

Seeing this, West showed a shallow Ken smile, but his heart became more and more urgent.

In today's experience, although Wesley didn't see Dickon, he felt the madness from Dickon.Even if Whistler calls all his old friends, the final outcome is still unknown.

Such a thought made Wesley feel confused for a while.

Perhaps, there are other ways to allow one's own side to win the final victory!
In an instant, the figures of Li Yang and the other three appeared in Wesley's mind. As time went on bit by bit, the figures of the three became clearer and clearer, as if they were imprinted in his mind. Lingering.

Amidst the entanglement, Wesley fell into a deep sleep, hoping for a good answer tomorrow.

……

The next day, there was no need for a rooster to crow or an alarm clock to remind him, just so naturally, at exactly seven o'clock in the morning, Wesley just opened his eyes to welcome the arrival of a new day.

The habits developed over the years have been engraved in Wesley's bones, and they can't be erased.

Wesley moved his hands and feet carefully, and then removed the blood-stained gauze, exposing the skin inside.But I saw dozens of wounds all over my body yesterday, all of them healed overnight, and there was not even a single wound left.

Facing such a miracle that shocked the medical world, Wesley was not surprised.In general, Wesley didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart, and even felt a little like laughing.

This scene did not arouse Wesley's emotions at all, because in the past life, there were countless such things, and he had long been numb to it.

Such a strong self-healing ability, even if placed on Li Yang, is enough to make him ecstatic.But for Wesley, it was a love-hate relationship.It is too ironic for a person whose life goal is to eliminate vampires, but he himself has vampire blood.

In Wesley's view, such a powerful self-healing ability is not the glory of God, but more like a curse, urging him to destroy vampires all the time.

If given a choice, Wesley would give it up without hesitation, even though the vampire blood brought him extraordinary power with basically no flaws.

O mighty yet pathetic Sunwalker!
While Wesley was still lamenting his injuries, the door was pushed open amidst a creaking sound.

Whistler strode into the room, then threw a set of clothes to Wesley: "Go take a shower, change your clothes, and then go to the restaurant for dinner."

After speaking, Whistler turned around and left the room.

It's not that I don't want to talk, but facing a naked man, no matter how close the relationship between the two is, they will only feel extremely embarrassed.

Wesley shrugged indifferently, showing no sign of blushing.Of course, it is also possible that he is too dark to be seen.

Wesley is of pure black descent!

Wesley took a hot shower comfortably, washed off all the dirty blood from his body, changed into the set of clean clothes Whistler gave him, and then walked towards the restaurant.

Small but complete.Although it used to be an abandoned factory, after it became Wesley's residence, it has everything it should have, including the kitchen and dining room.Even if the restaurant is very simple.

Breakfast is very simple, milk, toast, butter, bacon and the essential fried eggs.Of course, the portion size is very different from that of ordinary people, as if Whistler has a portion of all kinds of food, but Wesley has seven or eight times as much.

"Wow, today's breakfast is not bad!" As soon as Wesley sat down, he took a fried egg with a fork and put it into his mouth, chewing continuously.

When Wesley was alone before, he didn't eat so much. He baked some toast every day, spread butter on it, and the day passed like that.

But today, there are delicious fried eggs, only a little bit more, but it makes people feel happy.

Whistler smiled fatherly as he watched Wesley wolf down his fried eggs and bacon.

Since adopting Wesley, seventeen or eighteen years have passed in a flash, how time flies!

Compared with Wesley's eating appearance, Whistler is much more elegant, like an old gentleman, eating breakfast meticulously.

Although Wesley's breakfast was seven or eight more than Whistler's, Wesley had already licked his plates clean before Whistler finished eating!
"Wesley, I contacted many old friends yesterday. If there is no accident, they will arrive in New York tonight."

(End of this chapter)