The wanton life of a certain beauty

If you want to go to JFK International Airport from Manhattan, then Route [-], which leads directly to JFK International Airport, is the only way to go.

Almost as soon as the FBI led Wesley out of the gate of the New York Police Department, Booker and Firefox were already squatting at a fork in Route [-].

Booker was a little bored.

In fact, there is another rather obscure reason why he took the initiative to be an undercover agent in this life.

That's because Booker has never known what it's like to be undercover, so he wants to experience it. For example, he also wants to try it. Three years after another, I have become the big brother.

but……

By the way, are the other undercover agents as bored as me?

With this in mind, Booker looked at the busy traffic on the road through the car window, and then said to Firefox sitting in the driver's seat: "Are you sure you want to go down and find a place to have a drink?"

Firefox didn't reply, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Booker was speechless, shook his head, and changed the subject: "By the way, you said last time that if it weren't for me, you would have killed the detective. Why didn't you do it before?"

Firefox finally made some noise this time.

Firefox, who was leaning against the car window with one arm and one hand on his chin, wearing sunglasses and looking intently at Route [-], heard this and came back to his senses, glanced at Booker, and fell silent. After a while, he said: "The person who harmed my family was not him, but his father."

"Then why don't you go?"

"..."

Firefox was silent for a while, then retracted his gaze and looked at Highway [-] again: "I will only execute God's wanted order!"

"hiss!"

"what happened?"

"nothing?"

Booker waved his hand, indicating that his teeth were suddenly sore, and then said thoughtfully with a hint of curiosity: "By the way, I also know the purpose of the Brotherhood. By the way, I am very interested in the textile machine that conveys God's will." I'm very curious. I mean, do you really believe that there is a name on the cloth woven by the loom? Even if there is a name, is it really God's will?"

In the Marvel Universe, is there such a person as God?

Booker thought about it seriously. He had read a lot of Marvel movies and comics, but he had read very few comics. It seemed that there was no God in them. What about the characters?

When Firefox heard Booker's question that was like a blow to his soul, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses flickered a few times. Then, he took a deep breath and let go of his arm on the car window.

Booker touched his chin: "If there is really such a thing as God's will, don't you think your so-called concept of killing one person to save ten is a bit contradictory?"

Firefox shifted his attention to Booker.

Booker raised his eyebrows, looked at Firefox, spread out his hands, and gestured with his hands: "Look, according to the so-called concept of killing one person to save ten, your names should also appear on the textile cloth. Well, after all, you probably killed more than ten people."

Firefox frowned and said, "We are executing God's wanted orders and are God's sheepdogs."

Booker snorted and smiled: "In front of God, all lives are created equal. Moreover, there is a saying in the Bible, which says: Don't repay evil with evil, and do what everyone thinks is beautiful!"

Although Booker has little faith in this life, this does not prevent him from accompanying his mother and father to church when he was a child.

There is no way, who makes his family a democratic conservative?

and so……

In terms of understanding of God, it is estimated that all the killers in the entire textile factory combined do not know as much about God as he does, but Booker does not like religion.

Booker is still the kind of character who believes that no pain will lead to gain, so he usually won't take the initiative to talk about such ethereal gods and beliefs.

Only the weak will seek faith, the strong!You are your faith! !

Firefox said nothing.

Booker raised his eyebrows and continued: "And, do you really think that the reason why Cross is a traitor is because of his name..."

Firefox interrupted directly, took off his sunglasses, and looked at Booker with an affirmative tone: "Cross's name appeared on the wanted poster, so he defected!"

Booker looked at Firefox, who took off his sunglasses like a tigress showing off its power, raised his hand and smiled: "Okay, as long as you are happy, but do you really believe what you said?"

"I believe!"

Firefox stared at Booker expressionlessly and repeated: "Of course I believe it!"

Booker smiled.

Believe it or not, probably only Firefox knows.

Booker didn't say anything more or continue to irritate Firefox. Anyway, he would probably be undercover for some time, so there was no need to rush to break Firefox's belief.

at this time.

Booker seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye. Not far away, he saw a black Chevrolet SUV: "Here it comes!"

Federal law enforcement agencies are most interested in black Chevrolet sports cars.

As the most famous federal law enforcement agency, the FBI is an avid fan of Chevrolet. Not only official vehicles, but also most of the private cars of federal agents are Chevrolet-based.

After all, Chevrolet gives too much. Whenever a federal agent goes to buy a car, the discount Chevrolet gives them will break their bones.

Upon seeing this, Firefox's face straightened, he released the handbrake, the engine roared, and with a whoosh, the fiery red sports car jumped directly from the side of the road to the middle of the road, quickly approaching the Chevrolet car that was already driving in front.

"Drip, drip..."

Booker looked at the fast-moving red dot on the signal display: "Second...what the fuck?"

Just when Booker said that Wesley should be in the second Chevrolet, there was a bang, and a pickup truck from the opposite lane crashed through the guardrail and forced itself into the lane. Then, with a flick of the tail, burning engine oil, he forcefully corrected his position and hit the sports car directly.

A thud.

Firefox's sports car is very fast, but its ability to withstand hits is average.

Although in the flash of lightning, Firefox stepped on the accelerator, but at the last moment, he was hit by the unruly pickup truck and hit the rear of the car, causing the sports car to start spinning.

Buzz!

The sports car began to spin in circles, but after the pickup truck stabilized, it roared like a bison, increased its horsepower, passed by the sports car, and quickly headed towards The Chevrolet in front gave chase.

At that moment the sports car and the pickup truck ran side by side.

A man in a pickup truck, Firefox and Booker in a sports car.

The six eyes are facing each other!

……