Beauty Comic Hero Dress

Chapter 21 The Last Bullet

Yarn!

What was pinched by Firefox at the fingertips were the yarns pulled out of the gauze one by one!

With a bang in his head and a blank space, a hot flame slowly burned from the bottom of Firefox's heart.

"Huh!" Taking a deep breath, Firefox suppressed the flame in his heart, put the yarn on the workbench, looked at a piece of gauze on the workbench with flustered cold eyes, and noticed a After pulling out half of the silk thread, she finally got an answer that made her hands and feet cold.

Sloan is faking assassination targets!

The gauze is woven by the fate loom, and Sloan interprets the fate gauze, and obtains the name of the assassination target from it.

And now, the gauze of fate is being tampered with!Or, has there never been a gauze of fate?

Thinking of the second possibility, Firefox felt his heart beat violently, as if his whole body had been hit by a giant hammer, his head was stuffy, and he lost the ability to think.

After a while, a whisper came from Firefox's mouth.

"No, it won't, it won't be like this. Fate exists, and the fate gauze exists. If there is a mistake, it is also the reason why Sloan modified it without permission!"

She couldn't deny the existence of fate, otherwise, she would have denied her beliefs for so many years and why she existed.

After whispering, Firefox recovered a little bit of energy, his eyes fixed, and he began to search for new evidence in the archives room.

With just a few threads and a piece of gauze, she still couldn't completely determine Sloan's crime.

"Yes, this is not enough!"

Firefox's expression was painful, maybe she also knew that what she said was not enough, not referring to Sloan's crime, but not enough to break the belief she had established for so many years, that's why she was so entangled.

But, after she got new evidence, the dust settled.

Holding the assassination lists that he found from the hidden compartment of the archives, Firefox's face was pale without a trace of blood.

Her name, Sloane's name, and the names of other assassins in the mutual aid society were all on the assassination list.

She didn't know whether the list was real or a fake list made by Sloan, but these were not important anymore. The important thing was what she believed and what she should do.

The next moment, Firefox seemed to have thought of something, showing a relieved smile.

What was wrong was not the guidance of fate, but the fake Sloan. Since they are all on the list, then, all of them should die!

Killing one person saves a thousand... The shaky faith, in the cold killing intent of Firefox, worked hard to maintain...

The picture freezes on Firefox's face, and the relieved smile makes Russell sigh.

Putting down the drink that he had warmed, Russell, who hadn't moved for a long time, twisted his neck and said, "When did this happen?".

The screen from Firefox entering the archive room was not transmitted in real time. Russell had already discovered this when the screen began to play.

"This is what happened when you were talking to Nick Fury." Looking at his watch, Caesar said indifferently: "An hour ago.".

"Oh?" Russell sat up straight and asked, "What's going on now, what did Firefox do?".

"She quietly restored everything in the archive room to its original state, left the archive room, and is now sleeping in her room." Caesar gave an answer that surprised Russell.

"Sleep?" Russell blinked, feeling the calm before the storm.

After pondering, Russell said slowly: "Caesar, I will have to work hard for you next...".

If Firefox didn't start to deal with the members of the Mutual Aid Society as he expected, he would be rude.

Caesar nodded, and said coldly: "If she is in danger, do you want to save her? Master?".

"Will it be troublesome?"

"No!" Caesar's voice was very sure.

"Then save it." Russell said casually, stretched himself, stood up, and said, "Let me know if there is any new situation."

"Okay, master." Caesar nodded, followed Russell, and walked out of the viewing room together.

……

At night, in the silent Mutual Aid Textile Factory, on the tallest building, Caesar, who was not noticed by anyone, sat quietly like a ghost, paying attention to all the movements in the textile factory.

An exquisite bird fell from mid-air, stood on Caesar's finger, gently pecked its own feathers, and brought new news to Caesar.

After stretching out a finger and gently touching the hummingbird's head, Caesar directly connected to the hummingbird. Through the parasite released by the hummingbird, he saw the Firefox in the textile factory, which started to move.

Firefox's goals are clear, Sloan.

Touching Sloan's room, in the dark, according to the memory of the place where Sloan slept, Firefox let the weapon in his hand spit out flames and shoot a rain of bullets. Lights up, surprising Firefox.

Subconsciously, her body was about to move, but the cold black gun barrel pressed against the back of her head.

Stiffened, Firefox looked at Sloan who came out from behind her, and several Mutual Aid Assassins who stood around the room and pointed their guns at her.

"Firefox, I didn't expect you to really betray us!" Sloan looked sad, as if he had been hit very hard.

However, Firefox, who had been staring at the opponent since Sloan's appearance, saw a trace of happiness and fierceness in Sloan's eyes.

Sloan should really be thankful. If he hadn't noticed that the positions of the yarns he pulled out on the workbench were inconsistent with his usual placement, he would never have thought that someone had broken into the archive room, let alone The person who broke in turned out to be Firefox.

However, no matter who it is, everything is over, and he, Sloan, is still the winner.

Just like the cross marked by him as a traitor, Firefox will also become a traitor, but unfortunately, Firefox is not as lucky as the cross, and there is no way to escape here tonight.

Looking at Sloan's face now, Firefox suddenly felt sick.

With a sneer, Firefox said lightly: "You won.".

In order to ensure that tonight's assassination will not be discovered, she did not release the assassination files that belonged to them, so now she has no evidence to convince other people, and, more importantly, she can't guarantee that other people After seeing those own names printed on the gauze of fate, she will make the same choice as her.

So, she lost, without a doubt.

"Firefox, you let me..." When Sloan was about to speak with a sad expression, a heartbeat as dense as a drum suddenly sounded from Firefox.

Without any hesitation, Sloan quickly left the spot with a swiftness that didn't match his old appearance, took out his weapon, and pulled the trigger on Firefox's head.

At the same time, in the face of several tongues of flames, Firefox flicked his arm and fired the last bullet.

(End of this chapter)