The wanton life of a certain beauty

quickly!

Firefox walked out of the office behind him.

Booker, who was waiting in the corridor, crossed his arms and looked at Firefox who came out with a smile: "How is it?"

Firefox, with no expression on his face, stared at Booker: "Do you want to learn how to throw a gun?"

Booker shrugged: "Of course!"

This is also the second reason why he is willing to go undercover.

After all, no one can say no to this unscientific marksmanship.

No way?

Booker opened his arms, walked towards Firefox, shrugged and said: "Don't worry, I learn things very quickly, and it won't take you long. Or are you worried that you will be attracted by my charm after being with me for a long time?" live?"

Firefox laughed directly.

Booker laughed too.

next second.

Firefox passed directly past Booker and walked towards the stairs next to him: "Sloan said that what you are best at is close assassination and face-changing."

Booker smiled slightly, turned around, and followed.

"What, do you want to see it?"

"Do not."

Firefox stopped, turned around unprepared, and came into close contact with Booker who was following behind him.

but……

Booker lowered his eyes and stared at the pistol in Firefox's hand that he had taken out at some point. At this moment, it was holding an ordinary Glock [-] belonging to his brother.

Firefox's originally expressionless face showed a hint of what could be called a charming smile.

Booker twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at Firefox: "Is this what you want to express?"

Firefox had a charming smile on his face: "I think what you are best at is being thick-skinned. However, I am curious whether this part of yours is as thick-skinned as yours."

Booker replied: "To be honest, I don't know. Maybe, you can give it a try?"

Done.

Booker raised his eyebrows and stepped forward directly, intending to hug Firefox who was at a distance from him, preparing to have a complete negative distance contact.

pity……

Firefox did not give Booker this opportunity. Instead, the moment Booker started to move, he had already put away his gun, turned around and left again: "Mr. Sloan, you can learn to shoot, but you can't learn to be bad..."

Booker looked at Firefox, who was almost running away, standing there, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

It’s OK to learn to shoot, but not to learn to be bad?

really?

I do not believe.

Booker smiled softly, raised his feet, and followed Firefox, who was almost walking away.

soon.

Booker followed Firefox and came to a place similar to a cold storage on the west side of the castle.

but……

It is said to be a cold storage, but it is more appropriate to describe it as a slaughterhouse. More than a dozen skinned and washed pigs are hanging on the iron hook track in plain sight. If there is more blood on the ground, it will be more like The slaughterhouse.

"Crash!"

After Firefox came in, he pressed a switch. Soon, a pig was transferred directly, and then stopped after blocking the target paper 50 meters away.

"bring it on."

Firefox casually grabbed a TT33 pistol on the table, threw it to Booker who was standing behind him, and gestured towards the target paper blocked by the pig: "Shoot."

Booker took over the TT33 pistol. Hearing these words, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Firefox: "I remember, I'm here to learn the art of throwing guns."

Firefox nodded, then put his hands on the table and looked at Booker... behind him with a smile on his face.

Booker raised an eyebrow.

next second.

Another cold gun muzzle came directly from behind Booker and pressed against Booker's head. Then, a voice that sounded a little fat and even sloppy sounded in Booker's ears: "Shoot." , otherwise I...ah!"

The voice did not fall.

Bang.

Before the butcher who was responsible for guarding the Brotherhood of Killers finished speaking, he felt pain in the sole of his foot and screamed. He couldn't help but lower his head and looked at the bullet hole made in the sole of his foot.

Firefox, who was just about to watch the show, was suddenly stunned!

"boom!"

"what!"

Booker grabbed the TT33 pistol that had just changed from his right hand to his left hand, and shot the butcher's left foot again. Then, he dodged and took the pistol from the butcher's hand with a bang. Then, he used the TT33 pistol of the pistol. The pistol was pointed directly at the clumsy butcher who looked like a big stupid bear.

The butcher, who was sweating coldly and with holes in his feet, looked at Booker in panic.

The corners of Booker's mouth began to rise.

The fire fox behind him recovered from the shock: "Stay..."

This gun is obviously a blank!

how come?

Firefox quickly called a halt!

But, it's too late!

"Oh!"

"...Boom!"

After the gunshot, the butcher's head tilted back, and his whole body stopped moving. In an instant, with a bang, the butcher who kept his head tilted back fell backwards, and then, he was hit hard. on the ground.

"Ah."

Booker looked at the butcher who was rushing to the street, feeling that the upper limit of magic power had once again increased a little, snorted, turned around, looked at the fire fox over there who had no time to say a word to stop, and raised his eyebrows: "Sorry, you What did you just say?"

The fire fox ignored it, but stared at the butcher who fell on the ground with his eyes wide open, and looked like he was not dead.

10 minute later.

Sloan, the factory director, came to the scene along with a pharmacist, a pesticide, and a repairman.

Sloan, the old black factory director, looked ugly.

The pharmacist, pesticide, and repairman looked at the corpse of their colleague the butcher on the ground, and couldn't help but look at each other.

Factory Director Sloan raised his head and glanced at Booker, who seemed to have an innocent face over there. Then, he glanced at Firefox and took a deep breath: "What's going on?"

Firefox opened its mouth.

Booker coughed and looked at factory director Sloan: "My fault, I'm sorry. This guy put a gun to my head and I defended myself. I'm sorry, it happened too fast."

The attitude is very serious.

The expression is sincere.

Factory Director Sloan looked at Booker, who had a serious attitude and a sincere expression, and twitched the corner of his mouth. Then, he turned to the pharmacist, insecticide, and repairman who seemed to be eating melons and said: "Damn it. , what are you still doing standing there, clean this place."

The three people came to their senses one after another, and carried the butcher who was rushing out of the cold storage one after another, and walked towards the basement not far away, preparing to throw it into the incinerator in the basement and destroy it on the spot.

They are killers, and it is completely nonsense to expect any kind of comradeship between killers.

After the factory director Sloan finished speaking, he took a deep breath, glanced at Firefox, and then turned around and left without seeming to say anything.

soon.

Factory Director Sloan also disappeared into the cold storage.

Firefox frowned and looked at Booker.

but……

Booker turned around and looked at Firefox with a smile on his face: "You're welcome!"

Firefox: "..."