Marvel movie havoc

"Please, don't fight again!"

Wesley begged the repairman with blood on his face.

A few days ago, a young lady with long legs and big waves found him and told him that he was the son of the world's number one killer and that he had the blood of a peerless killer flowing in his body.

Originally, he would never believe such a thing, but when he shot off a fly's wings for the first time under threat of life, Wesley realized that he was so awesome!

Although at the age of twenty-five, he had passed the age of chuunibyou, he suddenly discovered that he was probably a peerless master hidden among ordinary people. In addition, his bank card was transferred to his bank card, which was said to be the entire property of his dead boss. After earning more than one million US dollars, Wesley suddenly felt that the world was becoming better.

He immediately fired his boss, while jumping around and using the computer keyboard to give his friend who was sleeping with him a mild concussion.

There is no way, I have plenty of money now, and all I want is arrogance.

Besides, to hell with that ugly woman with no breasts, no butt, and a face full of freckles, I will be able to sleep with a sexy and beautiful female killer in no time. Who cares about that ugly woman!

It's just that the killer's career is not as good as he imagined.

In the past few days, he would be beaten wildly by this guy called the repairman every morning. The guy would beat him until his nose bone was broken and his head was dizzy every time.

Then when he finally wakes up, he will be taken to learn knife skills from a guy named the Butcher.

But in Wesley's view, the so-called learning of knife skills is completely one-sided abuse. He has been chopped by butchers so many times in the past few days!

To be honest, if the Brotherhood hadn't possessed a special nutrient solution that could quickly stimulate cell division in the human body and heal most injuries, he would have been carried into the crematorium by now.

As for other activities such as practicing shooting, jumping off buildings, climbing walls, etc., they will torture him to death.

Now Wesley is about to feel regretful in his intestines. How can he think so hard that he wants to become a killer?

Don’t you know what you are made of?

His daily life was about being beaten severely, and he felt like he was about to collapse!

"Damn it!" The repairman angrily punched Wesley in the face again, knocking out two of his teeth.

"He still can't understand?" Looking at Wesley who was knocked to the ground and passed out in a daze, Sloan walked in like a ghost.

"No, this kid has a stupid head. I think it might be better to just beat him to death!" The repairman angrily untied the bandage on the back of his hand, which was covered with blood from beating Wesley.

"Where are the other courses?" Sloan's face was as dark as a charcoal, and he asked Firefox.

Of course, because he is originally black, everyone can only guess based on their feelings whether he is black or not. It is absolutely impossible to tell by looking at him.

"There's no progress. No matter how much I stimulate him, he can't trigger bullet time!" Fire Fox shook his head, feeling ashamed of his ability to lead his disciples.

A few days ago, without any systematic training, Wesley could shoot off the wings of flies with a gun, but now after training, it was getting worse day by day. This really made her not know what to say.

Ordinarily, Wesley's performance in the past few days can be regarded as hard work. In order to give him the confidence to train, Firefox contributed his own thighs. As a result, this guy's fighting spirit increased, but his strength actually declined!

"Damn it! Increase the amount of training!"

Sloan said depressedly.

"But he is already at his limit now. If he increases the amount of training, he will die." Firefox said while looking at Wesley who was lying on the ground and vomiting blood from the corner of his mouth.

"We don't have time!" Sloan clenched his fist fiercely. Cross had gone crazy these days and frantically started sniping at the killers in the organization.

Twelve members have been killed in a row in the past few days. It can be said that as long as a member of the Brotherhood dares to be alone, he will definitely be killed by a cross.

Now all the strongholds outside the entire Brotherhood have been uprooted. They are as if they were killed by the Cross alone.