The wanton life of a certain beauty

Yes.

Wesley.

On the roof of a building opposite the Star Building, across Central Park and about [-] yards away from the Star Building, Wesley, who thought he was very handsome, was holding a sniper rifle and listening to the broadcast on the headset. Lai's words replied: "The curtains are closed, I can't tell, so, will you go to the bar with him?"

These words made me feel jealous.

To be fair, if it was a month ago, even if Firefox was his girlfriend, even if Tai Lung and Firefox were all kinds of heated in front of him, he probably wouldn't be able to say a word.

but……

I am no longer the person I was a month ago.

In this month, Wesley not only changed his cowardice, but also found his family. He had already been transformed and dared to say NO to the Minotaur.

For this Firefox who rescued him from the quagmire, brought him a new life, and even taught him assassination, and it was even the first time that such a beautiful woman volunteered to sacrifice himself, Wesley had already regarded Firefox as his own. .

It is clear.

Wesley didn't know Susu's famous saying, but even if Wesley knew Susu's famous saying, I'm afraid it would be difficult to resist the overtures of a beautiful and mature woman.

soon.

Firefox came to the roof of the building where Wesley was located, stood next to Wesley holding a sniper rifle, and looked towards the Star Building directly opposite Central Park.

into the eye.

On the apartment floor where New York police detective Booker is located, the curtains block most of the view.

"Target?"

"Just entered the building."

When his question received no response, Wesley frowned and said with some confusion: "I thought our primary goal now is the cross. Why are we looking for this person? If it is a task, I can do it too."

After executing three assassination plans and completing them all perfectly, Wesley's self-confidence is now at an all-time high.

Firefox took off the observation glass and glanced at Wesley: "This is Sloan's arrangement."

When Wesley saw this, he also looked at Firefox: "So, will you go drinking with this guy later?"

Firefox showed a smile: "Are you jealous?"

Wesley opened his mouth.

At this moment, Fire Fox frowned, seeming to observe something. He grabbed his observation glass and looked towards the Star Building, which was nearly [-] yards away. At this moment, the floor that was originally blocked by the curtains, The curtains were slowly opening to both sides.

Immediately afterwards, New York police detective Booker appeared in Firefox's observation mirror, wearing a suit and leather shoes, holding a cup of coffee in one hand, and holding a very strange-looking but very good-looking cat in the other.

Bright and clear at a glance!

but……

Firefox couldn't help but frowned. She didn't know why, but she always felt that this scene seemed very intentional. It seemed that at this time, Booker's appearance was just for the sake of appearing.

He had not appeared before, but just after Tyrone entered the building, Booker appeared.

It feels like too much of a coincidence.

"This guy must be a bad cop."

"..."

Before Firefox could think about it, Wesley next to him interrupted Firefox: "This guy's suit is all handmade in Italy, and his leather shoes are real crocodile skin. The house price in Xingchen Building is so pitiful for a little policeman. Affordable.”

Again, in this month's killer crash course, Wesley's horizons have been broadened like never before. After all, as a qualified killer, vision and insight are the minimum, and they can also be regarded as the basic skills of a killer. On.

How can a small policeman with a weekly salary of only five hundred to one thousand dollars afford a handmade custom suit and crocodile leather shoes, let alone buy a house next to Central Park in Manhattan, where land is so valuable.

and so……

If this is not the words of a black police officer, what is it?

Not to mention, Wesley, who was once at the bottom of society, knew very well how police officers made extra money.

Firefox still did not make any comment on this, but what Wesley said and the subsequent development of the scene made Firefox put aside the coincidence that had a strong sense of déjà vu.

In the Star Building apartment [-] yards away, 'Booker', who had just been holding Yumi the cat and standing on the balcony drinking coffee, seemed to hear a knock on the door. He put down his coffee and turned around to enter the house, ready to open the door.

next second!

Holding the observation mirror, he could almost see a bunch of stupid furry foxes on top of 'Booker''s head as he walked towards the door. The moment 'Booker' opened the door, he shrank his eyes.

A loud bang.

moment!

Almost at the moment when 'Booker' opened the door, the door was pushed open vigorously by someone from outside. 'Booker', who was still holding Yumi Cat in his arms, almost subconsciously turned towards the living room behind him. .

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Under the gaze of Firefox, who was holding an observation scope, he opened the door directly with one hand, and held Talon equipped with a silenced TT33 pistol in the other hand. After entering the house, he directly aimed at the 'Booker' who was quickly rolling on the ground to dodge and fired. .

The moment 'Booker' rolled, Yumi Cat jumped out of his arms. After a few tumbling jumps, he ran to a corner of the bar. Then, he tilted his head and looked at this with his jewel-like eyes. The drama unfolding at this moment.

only……

Youmi Cat's big eyes were filled with confusion. Looking at the drama unfolding in front of him, it seemed that he couldn't figure out what the situation was.

In the living room, several tumbling 'Bookers' also rolled behind the sofa, lifted the sofa directly, blocking Tailong's sight, took out the pistol placed under the sofa, and started shooting.

Firefox, who was watching the battle, frowned slightly.

Next to him, Wesley, who was holding a sniper rifle and observing the shooting drama at this moment through the sniper scope, couldn't help but opened his mouth wide: "Is this guy so fierce? Are you sure? A killer?"

No matter how you look at it, he looks like a thug, not a killer.

Again.

Wesley received a quick killer training. In Wesley's understanding, the so-called killer should be the kind who just leave after failing to hit the target. Close combat dramas like this rarely happen.

After all, this is Manhattan, the heart of New York City!

Whoa whoa whoa!

Almost ten seconds after the shootout at the Star Building broke out, not far away, on Fifth Avenue, a police car on patrol received an alarm call and began to enter working mode. The police lights are on.

next second!

One.

Two cars.

three.

In less than 30 seconds, five police cars with flashing lights appeared on both sides of Fifth Avenue, and then they all rushed towards the location of the Star Building in unison.

……