The wanton life of a certain beauty

In fact, the old man had no interest in getting involved in this matter.

He has retired. Now, he just wants to be a bullet manufacturer with peace of mind and spend his whole life.

However, Cross had helped him before, so when Cross came to ask him for this matter, the old man couldn't find any reason to refuse and promised Cross to save Wesley.

but……

That's it.

The old man directly understood the meaning of the look in Wesley's eyes with just one glance. After all, the old man had been here before.

But if you want revenge, don't drag me along.

I'm old.

The old man persuaded Wesley in this way, and then handed Wesley the ticket to Guatemala and the fake ID that he had already prepared.

Wesley took it, glanced at it, and then looked at the old man.

"You want me to run away?"

"No, I want you alive!"

The old man looked at Wesley, whose eyes were full of hatred, and said calmly: "You can live a different life, just like your father wanted."

Done.

The old man didn't speak anymore. He had already done what he could do, and it could be said that he had done his best. He did not lose his life for the cross, and naturally he would not lose his life for Wesley for no reason. .

Not cost-effective and not worth it!

after all……

It was the cross that had favored him, not Wesley.

"Wait a moment!"

Wesley looked at the old man who was about to leave without looking back. He quickly stood up and shouted at the old man's back: "Who is that broker? Tell me his name."

The old man stopped, turned around, and looked at Wesley: "Kid, you are playing with fire!"

A killer, just a killer.

And a broker who is famous in the dark world means more than just a killer, especially an intelligence broker who knows such a great killer.

"No!"

Wesley gritted his teeth, looked at the old man, and said in a deep voice: "I'm just seeking revenge. Tell me your name, a name, that's all."

The old man looked deeply at Wesley.

then……

The old man shook his head.

"No!"

"what?"

"It's one thing if you want to die yourself, but it's another thing if I send you to die."

The old man thought clearly and spoke with a flexible mind. Looking at Wesley whose face was full of hatred and confusion, he sighed and turned around again: "The last piece of advice, leave, kid, this will be you." What my father wanted to see."

"I am his son, I should do it for him..."

"Boom!"

The old man was not listening to any of Wesley's words. What he could do has been done, and what he could say has also been said. Next, will Wesley choose to listen to him and leave, or choose to stay? To die is Wesley's own business.

"what!"

Wesley looked at the door that was closed before he finished speaking, shouted, threw the air ticket package in his hand out, and cursed angrily: "Fake!"

It was obvious to Wesley that the old man simply didn't want to tell him.

Why?

Why do you think I will die?

Why?

We have never fought before, why do you think I will lose?

Wesley made a swipe, raised his head suddenly, looked at the closed door, his eyes flickered, and his words were almost squeezed out from his teeth: "Eddie Tyrone!!! Sloan!!!"

The hatred for killing his father and taking away his wife continued to linger in Wesley's heart, completely turning into a torrent of fire and raging hatred. For a time, Booker's ranking in Wesley's heart soared, surpassing Green's. Good Brothers and Sloan were directly ranked first.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"It is going to rain?"

Booker, who had just finished his work, stood in the grove of Brooklyn Cemetery. He looked up and looked at the sky where dark clouds were beginning to gather. He couldn't help sneezing a few times and rubbed his nose: "It's raining, rainy night." , Murderous Night, very good!”

Booker said this, his eyes fell on the brand new tombstone in front of him that had just been erected.

It's said to be a tombstone, but it's actually just an irregular stone.

"Feel sorry."

Booker shook his head, stared at the tombstone in front of him, and said sincerely: "I don't have time for tombstones or anything like that now, but when I finish my work, I will bring them to you as soon as possible."

After all, they were also people who had been a couple for one night.

Again.

Women can be completely rational, but it is difficult for men to be completely ruthless.

Say it.

Booker bent down and touched the temporary tombstone, then turned around, put on the spy glasses given by George, and walked towards the fiery red sports car parked not far away.

This car was the one that Firefox took him out last night.

Open the door.

boarding.

start up.

Light a cigarette.

All in one go!

boom!

The fiery red sports car instantly developed its full horsepower, roaring like a bloody BMW under a vengeful knight, speeding towards the battlefield.

at the same time.

"Wow!"

After Detective Ryan walked into the room, he couldn't help but exclaimed as he looked at the room that was like a strong wind passing through. Then he tilted his head and looked at the suspicious liquid on the ceiling: "What is this?"

"Do not ask."

Esposito, the Mexican partner who arrived first, walked up to Ryan expressionlessly and said something like this. Then, he grabbed a device in his hand and glanced at Ryan, shining it on the ceiling: " look!"

next second.

Ryan gasped immediately.

Good guy, can you still play like this?

Can……

There is still no way to explain why the bodily fluids ended up on the ceiling.

George and Beckett stared at the blood stains on the floor.

at this time.

A police officer came in from outside and said to George and Beckett: "Sir, the check-in information and surveillance screenshots have been printed out."

talking.

The police officer handed the newly printed surveillance screenshot to George, and then said: "The hotel owner said that the tenant of this house came at about one o'clock last night. The female was not registered, but the male was registered. It is called Eddie Tyrone!”

George, who had just taken the surveillance screenshot, suddenly raised his head and glanced at the police officer.

Eddie Tyrone?

George quickly set his eyes on the surveillance camera.

Beckett next to him also came to his senses after being stunned and looked at the surveillance photos.

Into the eye!

The surveillance photo was taken using the surveillance camera in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel. Fortunately, the surveillance image quality was quite clear, so clear that it was possible to see the ugly corners of the mouth of the man and a tall woman biting each other.

George and Beckett were instantly dumbfounded!

……