Wesley was not charmed by the beauty. His hands on the steering wheel were very steady. From time to time, he turned the steering wheel to overtake the car, because the accelerator had been held up by the beauty with the small fire extinguisher in the car. The speeding sports car would not stop unless it hit something.
This time Wesley did not shout for the police, and Beauty did not rely on ramming the police car to call the police, but their gunfight and flying car performance had alerted the police, and the sound of sirens could be heard from far away.
The beautiful woman held two guns in her hands and fired handsomely behind her. However, the person behind her was a top assassin with the same ability as her. It was too difficult to hit him. Wesley was multitasking and his heart was beating fast.
If he hadn't been in a speeding sports car, he would have been more focused. But now he couldn't, because he still needed to look up at the road from time to time, which annoyed him.
"Give me the gun under the seat," the beautiful woman suddenly shouted. Wesley moved quickly and found a double-barreled shotgun with a short barrel. Then he handed it out. "Be careful," he reminded her again. Afraid that she would fall, he hugged her tighter.
The sound of the shotgun was louder, and the pet carrier behind him finally slowed down. It must have hit the engine. Beauty climbed back in and took control of the steering wheel again. Wesley looked in the rearview mirror and saw two bullets arcing toward him. He could see them clearly. The rapid beating of his heart had made his vision, hearing, and sense of smell unusually sharp. He had been in this state for several minutes without realizing it, and he was not in the least uncomfortable.
The tire on the right side was blown up. This was the strength of a top assassin. Wesley was very excited to be able to fight to this extent without wanting to kill him. He would be one of them.
The right tire of the sports car burst, but this did not affect the driving. Because the car was stolen, the beauty naturally did not stop for someone else's car. She reentered the car, moved the fire extinguisher on the accelerator, and held the steering wheel.
"How does it feel?" the beauty asked.
"What? Touch? Oh, that's great. I didn't expect the steering wheel of a sports car to feel like this. Unfortunately, I can't afford it." Wesley led the conversation directly to the car.
"Haha." The beauty smiled and didn't dwell on it. Police cars began to gather here. Wesley waited for the plot of the sports car leap, but it didn't appear this time. Some things changed because of his change. First, there was the problem of the route. He didn't run around, so he got into the car from the back door of the convenience store. Then the whole route was different.
The handsome leap was not realized, but it was safer now. After changing to another car halfway, he arrived at Textile Factory No. 17 without any danger, and he was not carried in unconscious.
"Get out of the car and go through the gate," the beautiful woman said coolly and walked straight in. Wesley followed closely behind her. He was very cautious now. He didn't need to act scared anymore because he was really scared. This is a wolf's den. It would be strange if he wasn't scared.
Apple was responsible for recording the route they took, and Wesley was just looking here and there. He was taken to an office area, which was full of flies. Wesley had to think about it. "They didn't deliberately make this place so dirty to beat off the wings of flies, did they?"
"Sit down" beautiful women always have so little to say. Wesley sat at a desk and looked around. A fat man should have the nickname "Butcher" for a knife expert, a black man should have the nickname "Gunsmith" for a gun expert, and a thin white man should have the nickname "Repairman". With the addition of the beautiful woman "Fox" who sent him here, the main characters are basically all here except for Sloan.
"You're much calmer than I thought." Wesley looked up and saw an old black man. This is Sloan. He does look a lot like Morgan Freeman. Wesley looked at him and said, "The exciting experience last night has been experienced, so I can still stay calm now. In addition, I need to remind you that I'm an accountant, and a poor one at that. Maybe you can call my boss, Janice. I think she's more useful than me." Wesley spoke incoherently in his composure, giving people a more panicked feeling.
That was how he understood it. The incoherent words in a panic didn't work well. He was scared now, but he pretended to be calm and then said the lines from the movie. The effect was really good. Sloan walked over with a smile and handed him a gun. "Take it and shoot down the wings of the fly." He pointed to the wastebasket next to him.
"Are you kidding me?" Wesley said, still pretending to be calm.
The sound of a gun being loaded came from behind him and a metal object pressed against his head. "Either you shoot me or I'll shoot you. I'll only count to three."
Wesley took the gun in a hurry, and then his heart began to beat fast. He did not control it, but he was really nervous the moment he held the gun. Everything began to slow down. He slowly saw the trajectory of the flies and their almost transparent wings. Bang! He clearly saw the bullet from his gun hit the wings on the side of the flies accurately, and he fired again and hit them again. He fired only twice.
Breathing heavily, he pretended to walk to the side, put the gun on his lap, and took out a bottle of medicine. The reason why he only fired two shots was that he was saving bullets. He didn't know this kind of pistol at all, and he wasn't familiar with how many bullets were in it. Now he needed to act, and he didn't have time to communicate with Apple. He took out the medicine bottle on his body.
Although he no longer takes this kind of neurosuppressive drug, a regular bottle is more effective on the body. His hands trembled as he opened the bottle. Sloan had picked up the fly he had hit and walked over to press his hand down. Then he took the bottle as he spoke and put the fly on his hand. "Before today, many things were impossible for you, and you didn't have an anxiety attack just now. Your heart beats more than 400 times a minute, producing a lot of adrenaline, which makes you observe and react faster than ordinary people."
Ten kilometers above the Textile Mill, an unmanned reconnaissance plane was flying around the mill. In front of a pile of advanced equipment in a house thirty kilometers away from the mill, three people were sitting. One of them was operating a joystick. He was flying the drone. The other two were staring at the monitor with satellite images and a recording device. The voice coming from it was Sloan's.
Behind the three of them stood a man and a woman. The woman said, "Carlos Gibson, codenamed Cross, discovered that Sloan is hiding the truth. He has officially defected and is currently hunting members of the Assassin Brotherhood outside. His method of action is first outside and then inside. Sloan has found his son, the only person he can't kill and who has his ability at the same time. His heart can beat more than four hundred times a minute."
"Good, now we have another backup target," the man said.
"Sir, aren't we going to clear the Assassin Brotherhood?" the woman asked.
"No, this is not our job. This is the job of the FBI and the CIA. We are responsible for global security. Although SHIELD was established in the United States, it now belongs to the management of the World Security Council. You have to be clear about our work. This time, we are just selecting talents to be recruited. Carlos and Wesley are our goal. Just pay attention to them." The man spoke very gently, as if he was very approachable.
The textile factory didn't know that they were being watched. Sloan continued, "There are only a few people in the world who can do this like you. Your father can do it, and so can you. With a little training, you can control it."
Wesley knew that it was almost time. He needed to get out of here first. It would do him no good to join now. The point was that the money had not been cashed yet. He did not want to live a poor life. He had to have a good time.
"Stay away from me." Wesley suddenly stood up and pointed the gun at Sloan, but Sloan was not afraid at all. They had observed Wesley for a long time, a coward who had been cuckolded and did not dare to make a sound. "I have a gun, sir, do you understand?" Wesley continued to pretend to be calm. In fact, even though he knew in his heart that the other party would not kill him, he was still nervous. There was no need to pretend.
"My name is Sloan. This is Fox. Everyone else around here is a killer." Wesley pointed his gun at Fox in an instant, and Sloan moved sideways to block the muzzle. "They are all top killers, so you better keep your gun on me, or the consequences will be hard to say."
Wesley looked startled and pointed the gun at Sloan again. "That's right."
"Are you crazy?" Wesley looked at him incredulously and asked. He seemed to have fallen into the role of Wesley, but now he was the real Wesley, and it was easier to act himself.
"No, the real madness is when you have the blood of a killer, but you waste your time doing nothing. The real madness is when you have the tiger hidden in your heart and the key to release it in your hand, but you are willing to live a miserable life." Sloan approached Wesley step by step and said bewitching words.
"The gun in your hand is your father's, the Beretta 92 series (the prototype of Imanishi 17 in the movie), and you can play a symphony with it. You can also use it to kill the man who killed your father, and the man who tried to kill you last night was the murderer."
"Your father is one of us. We are the Assassin Brotherhood, the weapon of fate. We have transferred your father's entire fortune to you. Believe me, it is a considerable fortune. This is the fate you have been waiting for. Join us."
Threatening Gary was a very conventional thing, but it worked for most people. If Wesley had not come from another parallel universe, he was sure that he would have joined them immediately after seeing a sum of money and believed their words without a doubt. However, the play needed to continue.
Wesley held the gun against Sloan, his expression struggling, and then he said, "Step back, please step back." He felt that the fierce language was indeed so civilized. "You don't know anything about me." With that, he walked to the stairs. Fox was standing there. Wesley came up to her and continued to point the gun at her. "Can you go away? Please go away?" His serious expression was full of comedy. Fox smiled and moved out of the way, and Wesley went downstairs with the gun in one hand and the fly he had just shot in the other.
When he came outside, he threw away the fly, pulled out his gun, and stuck it in the back of his waist. Then, he got into the car that Fox had stolen back and drove out of the textile factory after starting it. Someone actually opened the door for him here. It seemed that the other party had not thought of persuading him to join in one go. What an experienced player.
It was almost dawn when Wesley drove to his house. Instead of driving straight over, he parked far away and walked back to his house. He opened the door and quietly lay down. Then he fell into a deep sleep. He was really tired.
The clank, clank, clank was heard again. Wesley suddenly woke up and glanced at Casey beside him. She must have gotten used to the sound and showed no signs of waking up. She got up, went into the bathroom, closed the door, and took out the pistol. "Apple, how do you use it?" Wesley asked Apple directly.
"The Beretta 92 Series Pistol uses 9mm bullets and has a capacity of 13 rounds." Apple briefly introduced it and then taught Wesley to take out the cartridge, then put it back in and turn off the safety. Wesley then put it directly into the water tank of the toilet.
"Phew, I'm going to take a look at my savings. I don't know how much I have." He quickly washed his face, brushed his teeth, and tidied himself up. Then, he took his business bag and left the house. He came out very early today and went directly to the ATM across the street. He inserted the card, entered the password, and clicked the query.
A series of numbers appeared. It was the first time Wesley had seen so many numbers. More than 3.6 million dollars. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then withdrew a few thousand dollars and put it in his wallet. But now he felt that his wallet was too old and worn to hold so much money. It did not match, but in the end he put it in, took out his bank card, and left.
"Apple, I can eat a lot of my breakfast today to provide you with enough heat. By the way, my heart was beating so fast yesterday. Did you organize a lot of information?"
"I've sorted out one millionth of the total information. The progress is very fast." Apple dealt Wesley another blow. It was only one millionth. When would it be completed? How could Apple upgrade without completing it?
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