Marvel movie havoc

"Slit Mouth and Big Mouth are dead, and so are Crying Face and Smiling Face!"

After listening to the gunsmith's report and looking at the four corpses being moved from the car, Sloan smashed his desk.

In the Brotherhood, only masters who have mastered bullet time can have code names. There are no more than twenty such masters in the entire Brotherhood!

Now four people have died in one breath, plus those who were killed by cross snipers some time ago, there are now less than ten masters with code names in the organization!

If the Cross was just a traitor to the organization that must be killed in order to maintain the dignity of the organization, now he has been upgraded to a serious problem that must be killed and eliminated quickly.

Even Sloan himself now feels the threat to his life from the other party.

"How is Wesley?" Rubbing his sore temples, Sloan walked to the treatment room and asked Firefox.

Wesley was soaked in the healing pool and looked like he was dead.

"No, his grades are getting worse and worse. I don't think this method is suitable for him at all." Firefox shook her head helplessly. She could see that the little boy was already trying his best, but unfortunately, the other party didn't do it at all. A little bit of talent.

She still can't figure it out, why a few days ago the other party clearly showed a talent that only a top assassin can possess, but these days he can't stimulate it no matter how hard he stimulates it?

"Damn!"

Sloan cursed and walked back to his office. He walked around the office for a long time before finally making up his mind and picking up the phone.

"It seems that Mr. Sloan has figured it out?"

On the beach in New Jersey, Li Qingyuan smiled and apologized to the guy opposite him, then took two steps away and picked up his cell phone.

"Damn it, damn it! I can hand over the Firefox to you, and the bullet time training method is OK, but not the loom. This is the foundation of the brotherhood's heritage. Even if I were, I would not hand over the loom." Longse roared with anguish.

"Mr. Sloan, since you are willing to make this call, it means you have figured it out, so don't deceive yourself!"

"Damn it, I really can't give you the loom. If other people in the meeting know about it, they will kill me."

"How about letting everyone else die? For $ million, you can buy a private island in the South Pacific, hire a dozen young models, and live happily for the rest of your life."

Sloan on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment. It seemed that the old guy was already tempted.

"Think about it, what's so good about being a killer? You can't live a good life even if you're worried all day long. If you think about it for a few more days, maybe I can buy it from Cross!"

"How can I believe that you won't burn bridges when the time comes?" Sloan gritted his teeth and asked.

He had already made his decision when he made this call, but as the president of the fraternity, Sloan must put his own life safety first.

No matter how good the money is, it will be in vain if you spend it without your life.

"I'm only interested in collecting beauties and treasures. What you worry about is completely unnecessary. The Brotherhood is not even a threat to me. As long as you don't seek death, I won't bother to kill you to silence you!"

My heart hurts!

Sloan felt like he was being slapped in the face. President of the Cousins ​​Brotherhood, a master who would shock the whole world with just one stomp, you actually said that I am not even a threat?

For a moment, Sloan really wanted to organize his masters to give this bastard some color.

But this idea is just a thought!

Because Sloan had already investigated this phone number through his own channels, and found that the number was simply empty.

He still doesn't even know who the other party is, so what's the point of retaliation?

"I want more money!" Sloan's face turned darker and darker, and finally he shouted ferociously.

Didn’t you say that I am nothing? Then I'll raise the price all over the place, and I feel so sorry for you, you bastard!

"How much do you want to add?"

" million, I want million US dollars!" Sloan said viciously through gritted teeth.

"ok, I