Accidentally provoked the whole world

Chapter 110 (For an average subscription of over [-] plus updates, please subscribe)

The black man pointed a gun at Wesley's head and gave him a gun to shoot the wings of flies flying around in the trash can.

OMG!

Wesley swears that old nigger must be crazy to let him shoot a fly's wing? !
Wesley was on the verge of tears.

But it's no use crying.

If he didn't shoot, the guy behind him with a gun pointed to his head would set him off with fireworks.

He was about to collapse at the time, but for some reason, the panic attack that had been bothering him disappeared in an instant, and a strange feeling that he had never felt before emerged spontaneously.

He fired six shots in a row, miraculously breaking six wings, the wings of six flies.

It wasn't until the black man who called himself Sloan took three flies that had lost their wings that he really realized that he really did it!
Such a wimp like him has accomplished the impossible.

"This is impossible!"

Wesley stared at the three wingsless flies in his palm and muttered to himself.

He took out the sedative pills he carried with him and wanted to swallow a few to suppress the shock, but they were snatched away immediately.

Sloan, who took it away, threw the medicine into the trash can casually, and looked back at Wesley, "For you, many things were impossible before today, but what you need to know is that what you suffer from is not Not panic attacks."

"Not a panic attack?" Wesley was a little confused.

"That's right," Sloan nodded. "Your heart beats more than four hundred beats per minute and sends a large amount of adrenaline into the blood, giving you extraordinary vision and reaction ability. Only one out of every [-] million people in the world may experience This kind of ability, we call this kind of ability potential ability.”

Potential is equivalent to the individual characteristics of system evaluation, but it is called differently.

Sloan continued: "Wesley, your father has this potential, and you also have it. With a little practice, you can overcome panic and master this potential."

As early as 1000 years ago, the League of Assassins discovered that a very small number of people in the world possessed very powerful potential abilities, and used it to make the Alliance exist for thousands of years.

"The gun you just knocked out the fly's wings is called Extermination 17, yes, it's the one you're holding now."

Sloan said to Wesley: "It belonged to your father, and your father made a gun like a cloud. Now you will use your father's gun to avenge the death of your father. You need to understand that it is a man named John Wicker Kill your father and leave his body behind. Your father was one of us."

Wesley looked at the gun in his hand and still couldn't believe it.

"Crazy, you are really crazy."

Wesley shook his head.

Yesterday he was a worthless wimp who was bullied by everyone, but today he is the son of a top killer, and he wants to kill people to avenge his father, what an international joke.

Wesley swore he didn't know that John Wilkey man, or even why he'd killed his so-called father and left him dead.

"We are not crazy, you are the one who is crazy."

Sloan looked at Wesley, "Your blood clearly has killer genes and potentials that top assassins can't possess, but you waste your life like a waste. What's crazy is that when you are ignored, despised, and despised , but still drifting with the tide and living a miserable life.”

Wesley was indifferent, and the word "miserable" could not be more appropriate to describe his life.

There is not even 20 yuan in the bank card, the cat at home is waiting for food, the fat female boss bullies him every day, and his girlfriend and best buddy even give him a cuckold every day.

Such a life is simply horrible.

Sloan: "Wesley, we have converted all of your father's inheritance into cash and transferred it to you. I believe its value is enough for you to change the status quo. Go back and think about it. Tonight Firefox...is the red-haired guy My sister will go to your house to find you."

Wesley nodded, he really needed time to digest this.

He returned the gun to Sloan...

But Sloan did not accept it, "It belonged to your father, and your father is no longer alive. Now, you are its legitimate heir."

Wesley had no choice but to accept it temporarily.

……

After leaving the abandoned warehouse, Wesley immediately ran to the ATM on the street to check the balance of the bank card.

When he saw the long string of numbers, he almost fainted from happiness.

That was wealth that he never even dared to think about in his life. He never thought that Cheap Dad would leave him so much inheritance.

So much so that Wesley doesn't have to go to work anymore, just eat and drink and wait until he dies, and he can't spend it all before he dies.

Do you still need to work when you have money?Do you still need to suffer from the uselessness of that fat female boss?
Of course not!
Wesley immediately came to the company, scolded the fat woman in front of all his colleagues, and fired the boss on the spot.

He was too lazy to ask for such a small salary.

When he left the company, he found that his good buddy Bailey was skipping work again. If he guessed right, he must cuckold him in the rental house, and cuckold him with that Peach.

……

As soon as Wesley left the company on the front foot, John came to the door on the back foot.

"Hi, I'm Detective George. I have something I want to talk to your boss about." John said as he quickly took out his ID and showed it to the front desk.

This document was stolen by John during a surprise attack on a police detective.

John likes to use his official status when he does business, because it can reduce a lot of unnecessary resistance.

Sure enough, when the front desk saw that John was a police detective, he immediately introduced him to the fat female boss.

This fat woman was successfully counterattacked by Wesley just now, and her self-esteem was seriously hurt. Until now, she is depressed and stays in the president's office in a daze.

"Hello, I'm Detective George. Is Wesley Gibson your employee?" John asked the fat woman.

Since the League of Assassins would find the son of their defeated general to deal with him, then that guy's son must have something special, and it is very likely that he has characteristics that surpass his father.

If you can get a hold of his characteristics, not only will the Union be able to draw water from the bamboo basket, but it will also increase its strength and increase the bargaining chips for destroying the Union.

And at present, it seems that this wimp doesn't understand his own characteristics, and killing him while he is still in the bud is the best way to deal with it.

Anyway, that wimpy father did die because of himself, even though he was self-violent.

It's fine if the alliance doesn't look for him. Now that he is found, he must be eliminated.

It is impossible to forget the hatred of killing one's father.

Just like Carmel Antonio, her predecessor spared her life ten years ago, and also sponsored her to go to school every year, but when she gained strength and her wings hardened, she immediately sought revenge from John, intending to kill him.

Therefore, there should be no kindness in dealing with enemies.

"Are you looking for Wesley? May I ask, what happened to him?" the fat female boss asked.

John: "It's not a big problem. I just have a case that requires him to cooperate with the investigation. May I know his home address?"

"Of course." The fat female boss readily agreed.

That wretch made her look bad in front of all the staff, and she couldn't wait for that goddamn shit to get into trouble.

(End of this chapter)