The Godfather of American Comics

The thrown 'fate list' was like a cold winter snow, falling from mid-air, chilling the assassins of the Brotherhood to their bones.

They picked up the fate list and looked at the names that were familiar, unfamiliar, or belonged to them, and their expressions became more and more ugly.

The sincere person wonders if he will really become the enemy of fate, while the doubter wonders if he will become an outcast at any time and be killed by other assassins.

This 'snow' is simply falling clearly.

"Sloan, tell me this isn't true!"

Firefox looked at Sloan, with a light of hope shining in his eyes.

Following Firefox's words, the textile factory assassins all looked at Sloan.

Sloan looked at Weller with a pleading look in his eyes.

"You know what you should do, if it pleases me..."

Weller said calmly.

Sloan nodded, turned to look downstairs, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength: "..."

"Gaba!"

Before Sloan could speak, Weller crushed the other man's neck.

"Sorry, I changed my mind."

Weller murmured and threw the body downstairs.

Looking at Sloan's body, the textile factory became closer and closer.

"Whether it is true or not, you should all have the answer in your mind. There is no need to ask this old faker."

Weller said calmly, his eyes quickly scanning the people below, waiting for their choice.

Mr. X crumpled the paper in his hand and looked very ugly.

Now he finally has the choice of being named Cross.

His expression suddenly changed.

At this moment, he also suffered a huge impact. As a top assassin, he is naturally a believer in fate.

The loss of faith only left him dazed for a few seconds before he calmed down.

Because faith is not his only thing.

but……

boom!

A gunshot broke the dead silence of the textile factory.

Looking at the slowly falling Fire Fox, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Weller's eyes flickered.

Firefox still made the same choice, but what surprised him was that Brian could obviously stop it, so why didn't he stop it.

As Fire Fox committed suicide, gunshots rang out in the textile factory.

After a while, the textile factory became dead silent again until Weller's voice sounded.

"They made their choice, now it's the turn of the rest of you."

After a pause, Weller's voice became colder.

"You choose to surrender or die!"

Following Weller's words, the ninjas took out their weapons again, while Brian held the knife and silently patrolled the battlefield, his eyes sweeping over the top assassins.

Mr.

"I surrender!"

Without the constraints of fate, he gained true freedom, spiritual freedom.

With his strength, he can eat well wherever he goes.

He wanted to enjoy this world, and he would not consider death at all now.

Perhaps the Godfather of Hell is a good master.

Mr. X raised his head and then threw the weapons to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Weller's eyes flashed with satisfaction and he said to Brian: "I'll leave this to you."

Brian lowered his head slightly.

Weller recalled the ninja dogs and left quickly under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Under Brian's order, the finishing work was carried out in an orderly manner.

After everyone left the textile factory and looked at Fire Fox's body, Brian groaned, called to the two ninjas, and said, "Take her away."

……

Weller left the textile factory, climbed over the building in front of him, and came to the street next door.

Finding the car parked on the side of the road, Weller strode over.

Frank got out of the car immediately and opened the door for Weller.

"Thank you for your hard work, Frank."

Weller said with a slight smile, and Frank nodded.

He works really hard.

Even now I am still a little worried.

Worried that Weller would kill him because of Little Hope's words.

Tony...it's mom!

When he thought about this, he broke into a cold sweat and felt a little confused.

"what happened to you?"

Weller got into the car and found Frank still standing outside the car in a daze, so he asked curiously.

"Oh, ah, nothing!"

Frank shook his head hastily and decided to let the matter rot in his heart.

However, he just hoped that Little Hope would not tell Weller...

Frank hurriedly got into the car and looked at the rearview mirror in the car with some guilt. After seeing nothing unusual, he asked, "Are we going back?"

"No, take little Hope to the aquarium."

Weller said lightly, looked at the little girl lying on his lap, gently pinched little Hope's nose, and said with a smile: "I have promised this little guy a long time ago."

"Oh! Dad is so kind!"

Little Hope cheered, but with his eyes rolling, he grabbed Weller's hair and pulled hard.

Ok?

Nothing?

Little Hope hesitated for a moment, then pulled hard again. After there was still no sign of falling off, under Weller's puzzled gaze, he forced an ugly smile, put his hands behind his back, and shrank into the corner of the back seat.

Seeing this scene, Frank's facial features twisted wildly, feeling that he was one step closer to death.

Weller rubbed his uncomfortable scalp and asked Little Hope in confusion: "What are you doing?"

"Dad, your hair is not fake!"

"Nonsense, it's definitely not fake! Why do you think it's fake?"

Weller smiled helplessly, amused by the children's rich imagination.

"Yes..."

"Ah, hahaha, kids are so funny, aren't they!"

Frank suddenly laughed loudly, interrupted Little Hope, and stepped on the accelerator.

Weller was shaken, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at Frank's back, causing his body to tremble unconsciously.

And little Hope continued: "It was Frank who said that Dad is old and his hair is fake."

"Frank?"

Weller smiled at Frank's back: "Did you say that?"

Frank sneered and said: "I was just joking..."

"Is that so..."

Weller groaned, and Frank's heart lifted.

"Before going to the aquarium, let's go to the mall first."

Weller patted Frank on the shoulder and said in a gentle voice: "Go buy you a surprise."

"surprise……"

Frank couldn't help but said: "You won't lose the chance to buy me a coffin, right?"

"No! How is that possible! There is no coffin in the mall."

Weller looked at Frank funny: "What are you thinking? It's really a surprise."

"call!"

Frank breathed a sigh of relief.

But after Frank walked out of the mall carrying several bags, his face looked very ugly.

At this time, he was wearing a long golden wig on his head, and coupled with his strong body, he looked like a...pervert!

What made him even more speechless was that all he was holding were wigs!

And starting from today, he will wear a wig every day for a month!

"Damn Willer Hunter!"

"What did you say?"

"Ah, boss, you are awesome!"