The Godfather of American Comics

The sound of gunshots, screams, the sound of flesh and blood being cut apart by blades, and the increasingly thick smell of blood, made the entire textile factory seem to have become a battlefield for ninjas and assassins.

Weller and Brian walked in the textile factory, looking at the corpses and frowning slightly.

The casualties were greater than imagined.

Whether it's their people or people from the textile factory.

In Weller's heart, these weaver assassins will belong to them in the future, so...

"We have to find Sloan quickly and resolve the battle."

Weller said lightly, and Brian nodded in agreement. As his breathing became longer and longer, his steps became faster and faster. When he was about to rush into the enemy, his expression changed, without any warning. He bent down.

Whoosh!

A bullet almost missed his body.

Brian looked around and saw a man with oily hair and an expressionless face looking at him.

Mr. X?

With the other party's information in his mind, Brian took a deep breath. When he was about to meet the other party, a figure appeared in front of him.

It's Cross!

He held the gun and raised his hand, swinging it in a smooth and coherent movement.

A fatal bullet drew a beautiful arc, passed through the head of a textile factory worker, and flew towards Mr.

In this regard, Mr. X, who is also the top assassin of the Brotherhood, did not hesitate to throw a bullet.

Ding!

There was a clear sound, and the two bullets collided together, deforming and shattering under the impact.

And this was like a signal. Cross and Mr.

Using guns as swords and bullets as blades, the two of them were like peerless swordsmen who shuttled among the enemy troops.

Brian narrowed his eyes and focused on the others.

boom!

Suddenly, Weller moved to the side, and a bullet landed where he was, leaving a crater the size of a palm.

Someone is sniping!

Brian quickly locked the opponent's position, burst out with speed, and rushed toward the opponent.

It was a blond sexy beauty who was pointing a sniper rifle at Weller. Even though Brian rushed towards her, she didn't panic at all. She just calmly fired another shot at Weller.

But she only had one chance to fire.

Looking at Brian, who was expressionless and had rushed not far away from her, a solemn look flashed in her eyes.

What a great speed!

Without any hesitation, she flicked the sniper rifle in her hand and pointed it at Brian. When she was about to pull the trigger, she saw Brian pointing the gun at her as well.

What the hell?

Isn’t that the knife you’re holding in your hand?

Are you not a ninja?

Several questions flashed through Firefox's mind. Without any hesitation, he threw away the bulky sniper rifle and jumped to the side to quickly avoid it.

Several gunshots were fired, and Firefox broke into a cold sweat.

This person is so insidious.

Firefox stood up from a crouch and jumped back. At the same time, a gun appeared in her hand and fired bullets in front of her.

The series of movements was very smooth.

Weller glanced at the battlefield, shrugged, and continued to move forward.

Now that everyone else has opponents, he has to find something to do for himself.

Use the shortest possible time to catch this old guy Sloan and end this war.

At the same time, a street away from the textile factory, Frank was sitting in the car with Hope, staring at each other.

Little Hope moved her body, and Frank immediately said nervously: "Don't move around, just wait for your father to come back!"

It was really his first time to do this kind of thing to look after a child. It was much harder than killing a few people.

Hope pouted and said, "But if I keep sitting like that, my body will become stiff and it will be very uncomfortable."

As she said that, like a little bug, she twisted twice on the chair, took off her shoes, and jumped up happily in the back seat.

"hey-hey!"

Frank's face darkened.

As a professional deliveryman and a driver who loves his car dearly, he hates seeing others harm their cars, especially his own.

"Ok?"

Little Hope opened her eyes wide, full of doubts.

"If you jump like this, the comfort of the seat will gradually decrease."

Frank said in as gentle a voice as possible.

"But I have nothing to do, it's so boring!"

Little Hope shook her head and jumped twice more.

"Hey! Kid! If you jump again, I'll throw you out."

Frank's voice rose a little.

Little Hope stopped, tilted his head, and a smirk appeared on his face: "If you dare to do this, you will be killed by my father!"

Frank's expression froze.

"Whee!"

Little Hope covered her mouth and laughed secretly, but sat down and spoke mature words in a childish voice.

"Well, Uncle Frank, let's make a deal."

She held the seat with both hands and her legs swayed slightly.

Looking at little Hope's appearance, Frank seemed to see a little fox waving its tail.

Frank asked with interest: "What deal?"

"I'll be obedient, but can you answer some of my questions?"

Little Hope looked at Frank with interest.

Frank smiled and said, "Let's talk about it."

What questions can a child have? They are just questions about why the sky is blue and why the water flows.

"Why is your head bald?"

Frank's eyes twitched: "Because when I get older, my hair will fall out."

"But my dad is old, why didn't he lose it?"

Frank said casually: "Maybe his hair is fake!"

"fake?"

Little Hope was thoughtful and thought he could verify it.

Then, she asked: "Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend? How many girlfriends have you had?"

"Not married, no girlfriend, keep it a secret!"

The corners of Frank's mouth twitched.

Because Lai Qi was going back to China, he had no choice but to break up with her.

Little Hope groaned and his eyes lit up: "Do you know how the child came to be?"

"Born from mother's womb."

"what!"

Little Hope screamed: "How did the kid get in at such a big age?"

A cold sweat appeared on Frank's forehead: "Of course dad put it in."

"Then how did Dad put it in?"

Little Hope had a serious expression, using the spirit of serious inquiry she learned from Tony.

"of course……"

Some inappropriate images appeared in Frank's mind.

No!

Don't talk nonsense!

He will be killed by the godfather!

Frank's eyes drifted, and he suddenly said: "You are the godfather's daughter, then who is your mother?"

"Mother?"

Little Hope tilted her head.

Frank knocked his head and concluded: "She is someone who plays with you and does the things you love to do. Even if you tease her, she won't be angry."

"Oh! That's it!" Little Hope suddenly realized and said loudly: "Then my mother is Tony!"

"Gah?"

Frank's expression collapsed.

Did he know something he shouldn't have?

Will he be killed?