The wanton life of a certain beauty

Yes.

A very bold, but extremely reasonable idea, the moment he heard that Wesley was not dead, sprouted in his mind and then grew like a demon.

Murderers are always killed.

Although these killers who left the textile factory in twos and threes were all trainee killers, their hands were all stained with human life. Without a certificate of surrender, it would be impossible for them to be accepted by the textile factory.

and so……

It is natural for officers and soldiers to catch thieves!

As for Wesley?

Booker didn't know whether Wesley was a good person or not, and he didn't care at all. Booker only needed to know a little.

sinner!

Wesley, who also had the lives of innocent people on his hands, was undoubtedly a sinner. After all, he had no right to execute or deprive another person of his life.

In a word.

Wesley, you don't have a license to kill!

Who gave him the power to execute and deprive another person of life without restraint?

Is he a policeman?

Or a federal agent?

Do not!

Wesley is just a murderer who has not been caught.

Unfortunately.

At the same time, it’s also Wesley’s misfortune!

Because Booker happens to be a police detective!

The cat catches the mouse!

The police catch the murderer!

Justified!

Not to mention, there is still a murderer who is trying to steal his head. If he doesn't take advantage of it, Booker feels that he is simply a mallet!

While his thoughts were racing, Booker said this to the approaching Firefox with a smile.

Firefox turned his head and glanced downstairs. They left in groups in twos and threes. The colleagues who were in a happy mood nodded and looked at Booker: "The cross is dead. Sloan said that you can have a day off tonight."

During this period of time, everyone has been nervous because of the cross. Even when they stayed in the textile factory, they were afraid that the cross would sniper them from thousands of miles away and take away their lives.

Not to mention, during this period of time, except for formal killers such as Firefox, these trainee killers can only live in the castle, which is no different from being in jail for the federal people who are naturally uninhibited and love freedom.

If there hadn't been a cross outside threatening to carry people's heads away at any time, at any other time, these people would have protested long ago.

Therefore, after knowing that the cross was killed, these people could no longer bear it. Sloan also knew this, so in order to avoid the powder keg being ignited, he immediately said that these people could go out and relax tonight.

then……

Booker raised his eyebrows after listening to Firefox's words. He looked at Firefox and said with a raised corner of his mouth: "It's a holiday, so you can have a drink with me when you have time?"

Firefox laughed, then glanced at Booker, turned around, and walked towards the stairs from where he came.

Booker blinked.

at this time.

Firefox, who had already reached the stairs, stopped, turned around, looked at Booker who was standing there, and said loudly: "I know a good bar, are you interested?"

Booker's eyes lit up: "Of course, I'm interested at any time."

Do you need to take care of your health when you are young?

No need!

When you get older, save some money and buy the Iron Kidney of the Power of Demacia...

Pooh.

When you feel your interest is running out, wouldn't it be possible to buy Man of Steel and resurrect with full health?

If you don’t spend time when you are young, when will you?

after an hour!

A small bar in Brooklyn.

Once in the door!

Booker knew why Firefox chose this bar.

Without him!

From the layout of the bar, to the drinks, and then to the music in the bar, it is full of North Carolina style.

As for what is North Carolina and South Carolina wind.

Uh……

Booker couldn't tell clearly, but that didn't stop Booker from knowing it. After all, that was where he was born. Although he didn't know how to describe it, it didn't stop him from knowing.

The bartender at the bar seemed to recognize Firefox.

As soon as Firefox and Booker came over, they immediately took out two cleaned beer glasses, received a full glass of craft beer from North Carolina and South Carolina, and greeted them warmly: "Jane ,Long time no see, this is..."

"long time no see!"

Firefox laughed, replied, and then introduced to the bartender: "Tailon, my friend."

The bartender and Booker nodded, then pushed the beer in front of Booker, with a proud voice: "Authentic craft beer from North Carolina."

Booker smiled slightly, took the beer, then looked at the bartender who was going to serve other guests, blinked, and looked at Firefox sitting next to him: "Jane?"

Firefox glanced at Booker and just raised the beer in his hand: "Cheers!"

"……cheers."

Booker smiled and clinked glasses with Firefox: "Jane, Jane Fox, a very nice name."

Firefox said nothing, put down his wine glass, and looked in front of him, at the large mural of the Moore Manor, a typical North Carolina building. Then, he looked at Booker: "Do you believe in God?"

God?

I often swear by him, does this count as my trusting him?

Booker raised his eyebrows, then shook his head and said: "No, I believe in the real thing. I believe in Mephisto more than God."

God, who knows if that thing exists.

Mephisto is better.

Visible and tangible.

Firefox crossed his arms and propped himself up on the bar, looking at the mural in Moore Manor in front of him: "When I was young, my mother, my neighbor and I went to church. The godfather told us that as long as you believe in God, God will always bless you, Mom. I believe in God, and so do I, but my mother still died."

"Feel sorry!"

Booker said a word of sympathy for Fire Fox's experience, and then looked at Fire Fox: "Now..."

Firefox looked at Booker, holding the beer in his hand, looked at Booker, and said with a smile: "The only thing my mother left me is this belief. If I don't even have this, I have nothing."

Booker: "..."

after an hour.

A thud.

Booker didn't even look at it. While he and Firefox were gnawing at each other, he kicked open the open door. Accompanied by rapid breathing and the rising temperature, a pair of dog men...

Pooh!

A man and a woman who were interested in a concubine almost stumbled into the room.

Another thud.

The door endured the unbearable weight and was shut tightly once again.

next second!

The firefox who was nibbling each other jumped directly, and the pair of tight muscle thighs wrapped directly around Booker's waist. It seemed that he planned to take back the initiative in this way. He was condescending and was as eager to take off his clothes as the monkey. Booker started chewing each other.

Accompanied by a screeching sound!

Room……

I was instantly fascinated!

……