The End of Marvel's Seraph

Cross thought for a moment and lowered his hand on the holster.

"Why do you know about me?"

"Everyone has a secret! This is my secret! You can't catch me and interrogate me anyway, so why bother to get to the bottom of it?"

Cross sighed, "Okay, can you stay away from my son in the future? After all, with my secret protection, you can't kill him. A real fight will only make you uncomfortable."

Qian Xiao was silent for a while and said: "For your sake, I can pretend that this incident didn't happen. But! Only this time!"

Cross nodded and said no more.

Listening to the rapid footsteps coming from behind, Qian Xiao no longer struggled with the cross, crossed the cross and walked towards the distance.

"Whoever you are, thanks!"

Cross turned to look at Qian Xiao's back and shouted.

Qian Xiao didn't look back, she just raised her hand and waved behind her to show that she heard.

"You should worry about your son!"

Looking at Qian Xiao's retreating figure, Cross smiled helplessly and turned to look at a figure running not far away.

As he got closer, Wesley finally spotted the cross in the shadows. He pulled out his gun and took a defensive stance.

"who are you?"

He recognized that the middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket in front of him was not the same person as the target of his mission, but the other person was obviously waiting for him here specially, which made him have to be cautious.

Cross looked at his son in front of him with mixed feelings in his heart.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand towards Wesley, but Wesley was so frightened that he stepped back and raised the gun in his hand, aiming it at the cross.

"Are you a cross?"

Wesley realized something and became emotional.

Wesley's action woke Cross from his emotions, and he then remembered that his son didn't recognize him at all now! It is precisely because of this that he was deceived by the Assassin Brotherhood to assassinate him!

"Wesley, listen to me..."

"Are you a cross?"

"Wesley, put down the gun so we can communicate! Put down the gun!"

"Are you a cross?"

Wesley became more and more agitated and even turned on the gun's safety switch.

"Wesley, things are not what you think."

"is not it!"

Wesley's finger on the trigger began to press downwards.

Seeing this, there was nothing the cross could do. He first raised his hands to indicate to Wesley that he was not a threat.

"Okay, I'm a cross, but..."

Before the words of Cross were spoken, Wesley pulled the trigger hard!

"What the hell!"

Cross cursed helplessly and turned on [Bullet Time].

Time slowed down in his eyes, and the traces of bullets were clearly visible. Cross tilted his head slightly and dodged the bullet fired by Wesley.

Cross pulled out the gun, but only held it in his hand and did not shoot Wesley.

"Hey! Listen, kid! I'm not your enemy!"

"Don't worry, I will tell your body the same thing later!"

Wesley, who was in a state of rage, obviously couldn't listen to the words of Cross, the "enemy who killed his father." With that said, he pulled the trigger again.

"Why don't you guys want to listen to others and talk properly? I really regret not being by your side to educate you from an early age!"

Cross was helpless, raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

The bullet was fired from the muzzle, spinning and drawing a curve in the air, and collided with the bullet fired by Wesley in the air.

The two warheads collided, buckled together due to deformation, and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound in the silent night.

Seeing this scene, Wesley calmed down a little.

He held the gun and looked at the cross.

For some reason, he felt a very special, indescribable feeling from the man in front of him.

It seems...familiar?

Cross looked at the son he had not seen for many years, and felt a warm current in his heart.

"Wesley, I..."

"Oh!"

An incoming bullet forced the cross back.

In the distance, the fox was driving a sports car, driving towards this side like crazy, holding a gun in his hand and shooting at the cross.

Further away, there were several cars rushing this way frantically.

Seeing the brothers and sisters surrounding him, Cross realized that he had to leave.

"Wesley!"

Cross looked at Wesley and said with a serious expression: "Remember! Everything you see now is not the truth! It is a fabricated lie! No matter what they say, don't believe it! They are deceiving you! Never believe it !”

Wesley was stunned for a moment by the serious look on the cross.

The surrounding cars were approaching.

While Wesley wasn't paying attention, Cross raised his hand and shot Wesley in the chest.

A burst of blood mist exploded from Wesley's chest and he fell down.

But the cross didn't hit the vital point. Wesley fell to the ground and could even look at the cross with shocked eyes.

"I'm waiting for you!"

Then, Cross took a deep look at Wesley, turned and walked into the darkness of the night.

Just ten seconds later, a large number of assassins from the Assassin Brotherhood caught up.

The others passed Wesley and pursued him in the direction where the cross had disappeared. The fox helped Wesley who fell to the ground and asked him, "Are you okay?"

Wesley endured the pain of the wound and pretended to be relaxed. "I'm fine!"

"That's good, what did that guy say to you?"

Wesley was about to answer truthfully, but when he met the fox's eyes, he subconsciously said, "Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by your shot."

"You didn't have time to say a word?" The fox's eyes narrowed.

"I can see that he wants to say something to me. Fox, is he a cross? What does he want to say to me?"

Wesley's rhetorical question made the fox relax. She looked into Wesley's eyes seriously and warned:

"Yes, he is the cross! But remember! Wesley, no matter what the cross says to you, don't believe it! You have the potential to kill him, he is confusing you to save his life!"

Wesley nodded numbly.

"Okay, you get in the car and we go back. [The repairmen] should have failed."

Sure enough, the assassins who had just been chasing him all returned, with sighs and sighs on their faces.

The fox shook his head and pulled Wesley back to the car.

The convoy left quickly. Cross stood on the roof of a small building on the roadside, quietly watching the retreating convoy disappear into the night.

After standing in silence in the cold wind for a while, the cross also left.