The wanton life of a certain beauty

Firefox was not the only one who was also shocked.

and also……

Director Sloan!

As the boss of the Brotherhood of Killers and the true master of this castle, Sloan, who relies on cracking God's code to complete his mission, is a person with a very strong sense of control.

Naturally, there is also monitoring in this cold storage.

At this moment, factory director Sloan was in his office, looking at the surveillance footage and repeatedly playing back the video of Booker hitting the target paper with his spear throwing technique. It was also extremely shocking.

Although he promised that if Booker joins the Brotherhood, then Booker can learn their unique skills.

but……

This is a spear-throwing technique that hangs Newton up and whips him, not a whip-throwing trick.

Of course, the director of the Continental Hotel, Sloan, did not say no, but agreed neatly, not because he admired Booker, but because he knew how difficult it was to learn the art of throwing a spear.

Once unable to enter the borderline between life and death, there is no possibility of learning. After Booker killed the Butcher and learned the prerequisites for learning the gun-slinging technique from Firefox, it was almost impossible to learn it. .

In fact, from a certain perspective, the death of the butcher can be regarded as intentional by the factory director Sloan.

Very simple.

Learning the art of throwing a gun requires entering the edge of life and death, and requires a sense of oppression. This technique may be used to deal with those killers who have just entered the industry, and can put them to death and survive.

However, if this technique is used to deal with an old killer, or in other words, to deal with an experienced killer, that is a completely different matter.

and so……

The butcher died. It can be said that he died unjustly, but it can also be said that his death was worth it.

But this is no longer the point.

The point is, since Booker has really learned how to throw a gun?

how can that be!

In the office, factory director Sloan stared at Booker under surveillance. His inner shock was no less than that of Firefox!

In cold storage.

Booker looked at Firefox, whose beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He smiled, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger again.

"boom!"

"..."

Firefox watched as the curve of a graceful full-moon scimitar once again swept away, and then the bullet accurately hit the target paper between the eyebrows. He came back to his senses and looked at Booker with a thirsty expression: "You have really learned. ?”

The corners of Booker's mouth raised slightly: "I have a good teacher, don't I?"

It's a compliment.

no doubt.

After hearing this, Firefox chuckled twice.

Booker's eyes lit up and he looked at Firefox: "By the way, do you want to go to your place or to mine?"

Firefox frowned: "What?"

"Drink!"

Booker casually threw the TT33 pistol aside and looked at Firefox: "Why, you are going to default on the bill. If it weren't for the motive you gave me, I don't think I would have learned it so quickly. You won't regret it, right?" .”

If you can learn it, I will agree to drink with you?

When Firefox heard Booker's words, she thought of her promise to Booker that if Booker really learned the art of throwing spears, she would agree to Booker's invitation. Her eyelashes couldn't help but flutter and she looked at Booker.

Booker smiled and said in a gentlemanly manner: "If you feel reluctant, you can refuse."

Firefox looked at Booker expressionlessly: "I know exactly what I promised."

Done.

Firefox turned around and walked to a corner of the cold storage, then grabbed two bottles of whiskey on the shelf, walked over again, and threw one directly to Booker.

Booker raised his eyebrows and took the whiskey.

Firefox was also very straightforward. He opened the bottle of whiskey in his hand, glanced at Booker, and took a big sip. Then, he looked at Booker and said, "I drank."

Booker opened his mouth, looked at the whiskey in his hand, and the Firefox that had drank a fifth of it. He couldn't help laughing, then shook his head, opened the whiskey in his hand, and grabbed The mouth of the whiskey bottle was raised to Firefox: "Okay, cheers!"

Although this was not the drinking experience he had imagined.

but……

Come to Japan for a long time.

As the old saying goes, haste makes waste.

I have time.

Booker smiled, and then, under Firefox's gaze and in front of Firefox, he blew off the bottle of cold whiskey in his hand with one breath, very proudly.

Firefox's eyes were shocked again.

next second.

"Uh!"

Booker directly put the empty whiskey bottle aside, wiped his lips, and couldn't help but belched. His eyes were blurred for a moment, and he looked at Firefox: "Okay... wine... boom!"

The words fall.

Booker staggered for a moment, and then, with a thud, he plunged onto the cold basement floor and fell into a deep sleep.

Firefox, who was standing there, frowned as he looked at Booker who was sleeping after drinking.

soon.

The pharmacist who had just cooperated with the repairman and the pesticide to deal with the butcher's body came to the scene. He checked Booker, who was sleeping soundly and snoring deafeningly. He stood up, looked at Firefox and said, "Did you take sleeping pills?"

Firefox looked at the pharmacist with a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to be able to speak, but said nothing.

The pharmacist laughed dryly and raised his hands, indicating that Booker was fine and just fell asleep. Then he changed the subject: "Has he really learned how to throw a gun?"

Firefox glanced at the target paper still behind the pig.

The bullet holes on the left and right of the target paper still gave people a dazzling feeling.

Again.

Booker's spear-throwing technique gave Firefox a feeling similar to that of a scumbag suddenly meeting a god of learning, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.

"Find someone to take him back to the room."

Firefox took a deep breath, glanced at Booker who was lying on the ground and fell asleep after drinking, and said this to the pharmacist, and then said: "Is there any news from Wesley?"

Last night, 21 bridges in Manhattan were completely blocked.

but……

After being blocked overnight, it has been reopened this morning. Logically speaking, Wesley should be back at this time taking advantage of the unblocking period.

The pharmacist shook his head: "There is no news yet, but he should be back soon."

soon.

Two trainee killers from the textile factory came in, pulled the sleeping Booker up from the ground one on the left and the other on the right, put their hands on their shoulders, and walked towards the door.

Just as the two of them were carrying Booker and preparing to walk out of the cold storage, the repairman suddenly ran in from the outside in a panic and almost bumped into the trainee killer who was carrying Booker on his shoulders on the left.

"Feel sorry!"

Seeing this, the repairman said something quickly, then passed by Booker, looked at Firefox and the pharmacist who were in the cold storage, and said in a deep voice: "Wesley is being targeted by the New York Police Department."

Firefox and Pharmacist made a swish sound and looked at the repairman: "..."