The End of Marvel's Seraph

Following the trail of bullets, Wesley came to the monastery at his destination.

In a hall, he saw the goal of his trip.

Pekovsky was sitting in front of a handmade loom, quietly playing with the yarn on it.

Pekovaski originally had his back to Wesley, but it seemed that the sharpness in Wesley's eyes caused a tingling sensation in his back.

Pekovsky turned and met Wesley's eyes.

"Pekwalski?"

Even though Pekovsky was a gray-haired old man, Wesley still didn't dare to underestimate him. The next second Pekovski turned around, he pulled out the gun from his waist and pointed it at Pekovski. Waski.

But Pekwaski also moved very quickly. Just as Wesley took out his gun, he ran out of his original position and ran deeper into the monastery.

Seeing that the target was lost, Wesley cursed secretly and immediately followed.

Pekovsky was obviously very familiar with the road conditions in the monastery and almost lost Wesley several times. Maybe it was because of his old age that Wesley kept biting him.

But Wesley, who almost lost him several times, became a little impatient. He increased his speed and followed Pekovsky into a small church.

While keeping the pace, use the pistol to quickly aim under each row of seats to prevent the opponent from hiding.

After confirming that no one was there, Wesley planned to go to the next room, but as soon as he turned around, a silver pistol was pressed against his head. The person holding the gun was Pekovsky.

"Damn!"

Pekovsky took the gun from Wesley's hand, and Wesley raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I came to you just to ask you something. I have no ill intentions!"

"There is no malice?" Pekovaski increased the strength of his hands. "There is no malice and you draw the gun as soon as you see me? Is this the proper procedure for asking questions?"

"I just want you to cooperate!"

After that, regardless of whether Pekovsky would shoot or not, Wesley directly reached into his pocket and took out the strange bullet he pulled out of his body.

"Do you know this?"

Pekovski took the bullet alertly.

"This came out of my body. The person who shot me with this bullet killed my father. I know you made the bullet. Please tell me, where is he?"

"I did make this."

Pekovsky looked down at the bullet in his hand.

"But I am only the manufacturer of the weapon. I cannot and will not be responsible for the user."

Taking advantage of the moment when Pekovski lowered his head, Wesley suddenly stood up, raised his hand and snatched the pistol from Pekovski's hand, then turned his hand and put the muzzle of the gun on Pekovski's forehead, and asked sternly:

"I don't care! Tell me where he is!"

Seeing Pekovsky's silence, Wesley slowly pressed the trigger. "Look at my fingers, I can really shoot!"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Pekovsky looked into Wesley's eyes and said slowly, "I can find a way to arrange a meeting for you, and let the two of you talk in person."

Under Pekovski's arrangement, Wesley followed Pekovski to a small train station at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, Pekovsky was standing on the platform, nervously raising his hand to look at his watch from time to time, or looking at the storage container where Wesley was hiding.

Wesley huddled nervously in the narrow, damp container, observing Pekovsky through a crack.

Thinking that he would see the cross soon, he felt very nervous and a little excited, and even his body was trembling.

But what Wesley probably didn't expect was that the person he wanted to see so much was sitting on a bench in the waiting hall less than thirty meters away from him in a straight line.

"I really wronged him this time."

Cross looked at his old friends waiting on the platform, feeling a little apologetic in his heart, but mostly looking forward to seeing his son soon.

Seeing that the time was coming, Cross stood up and planned to get on the train.

But just when he was about to stand up, a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder, and it was very hard.

Cross was just about to shake off the hand on his shoulder, but unexpectedly, a stronger force suddenly came from that hand, forcing Cross, who was caught off guard, to sit back on the stool.

"do not move!"

A somewhat familiar voice came into his ears, calming down the cross that was about to explode.

Cross turned around and saw a black-haired Asian boy sitting next to him. At this moment, the other party was also looking at him, with a sly smile on his lips.

"It's you?"

Although Qianxiao's voice was deliberately lowered that night, a master of Cross's level had his own set of judgment methods. Combined with Qianxiao's body outline, Cross confirmed Qianxiao's identity.

"Why are you here? Didn't you promise me not to cause trouble for Wesley?"

"Yes, I promised, but I didn't include her."

Qian Xiao lowered the peaked cap on her head, looked at the cross, and vaguely pointed her finger in a certain direction.

"What?" Cross Cross was a little confused and looked in the direction pointed by Qian Xiao. A familiar figure in the distance almost made him scream.

"fox?!"

The cross quickly lowered itself so that the fox would not see him.

"In fact, it's not surprising that the fox appears here. After all, you are an elite assassin who has killed several assassins in the Assassin Brotherhood. It is normal for them to be worried about Wesley acting alone."

"But something strange is, have you noticed? They don't seem to be together?"

After listening to Qian Xiao's words, Cross observed carefully for a while and came to this conclusion.

"Do you have an answer?"

Qian Xiao glanced at the cross and said, "Why should I tell you?"

Seeing Qian Xiao's nonchalant expression, the cross was stuck in his throat. But when it came to his son Wesley, he had to pinch his nose and put on a good face.

"Just think I owe you a favor!"

"You owed me one last time..."

Qianxiao, who was muttering low, caught a glimpse of Cross's face darkening, and finally spoke:

"Let me tell you in advance, I can't be sure of anything!"

"It's just that I followed the fox's footsteps all the way to Moravia and found that she had been following Wesley. While following Wesley's traces, she also hid her own traces."

"But more than once I felt that the fox was too serious about hiding her traces, and her precautions were all directed against Wesley. It's like she didn't do it just because she wanted to see how Wesley would do on his own." Let yourself not be discovered by Wesley, but like..."

After a few seconds of pause, Qian Xiao expressed her guess.

"It's like I want to assassinate Wesley, so I don't want to be discovered by Wesley!"