"This is a butcher, a master of swords." The fox introduced again, then stood aside and waited to watch the show.

Wesley was awakened by someone with cold water. He heard the fox's introduction in a daze and slowly got up, looking at a fat and sloppy guy holding a knife in his hand and looking at him.

"He fainted after being punched by the mechanic?" asked the butcher.

"Four Fists." The fox said while gesturing with his fingers.

"Haha, he's such a bad guy. Come to me and let me give you something different." Wesley walked over and the butcher handed him a knife.

The pain is not enough to describe Wesley's feeling now. It hurts so much. He has never been so painful. What does it feel like when a knife is scratched on his body? What does it feel like when a knife is inserted directly into his palm? He is completely unwilling to recall these things.

When he woke up again, he felt very warm and soaked in warm water, but something was completely fixed on his face and arms. Is this a repair fluid? It is a good thing to accelerate the formation of white blood cells in the blood and quickly recover from the injury.

"Is anyone here?" Wesley's face was covered with wax, and he couldn't open his eyes at all.

"Hey, you're awake!" said a strange guy.

"Yes, can you do a favor?" Wesley asked. The other party moved quickly and directly removed the solidified part of his face. Wesley only opened his eyes at this time. "Huh, thank you, this is it?" Although Wesley knew, he still needed to perform. No one knew whether the other party was friendly enough.

"A place specifically used to recover from injuries." Wesley only glanced at the Russian.

"Hello, Wesley, what's the name?" Wesley greeted.

"My code name is 'Pesticide', but there is usually nothing to do, so I stay here." As soon as the insecticide was said, the fox walked in.

"You are awake and your injuries have recovered? Now we have not had much time to get up now, and the 'cross' movements are getting faster and faster. I don't know when I will come here. We have to hurry up." Wesley could only get up, grab the towel next to him and wrap it around his waist, and followed the fox to leave. Before leaving, he waved to the insecticide, and he would be a regular visitor here.

"He is a gunsmith and knows all kinds of guns well. You need to learn guns from him." In a sentence, Wesley didn't say much, and stood aside and listened to the other party's introduction. What I really remember was Apple, which remembered all the other party's introductions, directly compared the technical things to the database, and directly recorded and sorted out the empirical things.

Firearms are Wesley's favorite, so at least he doesn't have to be beaten. He starts shooting training, corrects his shooting posture through the apple, and then shoots. The recoil is not very large. If his heart does not beat quickly, he needs to practice more.

"It's really difficult. I need a lot of practice." Wesley really wanted to practice shooting here all the time, but that was impossible. He had to go to the repairman to get beaten up every day, then go to the butcher to get a knife, and then practice shooting after he recovered. In this kind of life, he spent three weeks.

That day he was practicing swordsmanship with the butcher, but someone broke in, "Someone was killed again." After that, he turned around and went out. The butcher hurriedly followed him out. Wesley glanced through the window. He did not show his happy look, but he felt very happy. His cheap dad was really powerful. People were often carried back these days, and none of them were alive.

"The 'cross' is moving faster and faster, we need you to grow up as soon as possible." The fox said from the side.

"I can't guarantee anything about this. Training is not something overnight, and I only have one chance, right?" Wesley rebels. The Assassin Brothers knew that he was Carlos' son, but they couldn't say it, so Wesley said this and they had no way to refute it.

The fox stopped talking, and Wesley left the butcher's place directly. He wanted to practice his marksmanship. Now the hit rate of frontal shooting is already very high, but he is not satisfied. It is not difficult to stand there and aim directly, and he needs to move.

Mobile shooting is more about testing experience, and the amount of exercise required is greater. Wesley began to move left and right to shoot. Without equipment, he ran by himself. His left and right hands kept waving and shooting, and his heart beats quickly from time to time. He began to master some skills. Although it is not possible every time, this is at least an improvement.

Wesley's hard practice is obvious to all, so Sloan couldn't say anything. Wesley must make greater progress. Although the "cross" will not kill his son, once they catch him, they will have no chance. Wesley must be allowed to kill his father in a state of fear of life.

"Fox, can you be faster?" Sloan asked.

"No, it's already the biggest load. He used to be just an ordinary person. In just a few weeks, he made him a top assassin. This is because he has special abilities. If he goes on, he will die."

"Okay, at present, we can only let the people outside take the initiative, and we must also be more alert here." Sloan knew that he could not be anxious. There was only one opportunity, so he must seize this opportunity and must not waste it.

Next, RiWesley began to practice making the bullet turn. This is not a technical problem, but a feeling problem. You need to master that feeling. This action is called rifle swing. Using the inertia of swing, the trajectory of the bullet is arced. The strength of the arm and the control of the wrist need to find your own rhythm.

"Hu...Hu..." Wesley was gasping while robbing the room, and his arms could no longer be lifted. His gun-swinging practice was the most difficult. He had to practice for several hours a day, and then he had to go to the cultivation room to recover.

"It's already a little bit, and your progress is very fast." The fox watched from the side and admired him. They started practicing since childhood, while Wesley started halfway through the road. This level is already good in just five weeks. "But the 'cross' is approaching, you don't have much time, and we don't have much time."

Wesley nodded. He really didn't have much time, so now he needs to work harder, "Apple, can you control my heartbeat?"

"Yes." Apple simply replied. Wesley communicated with Apple in his mind, "Then you didn't say it earlier."

"You didn't ask."

"Okay, help me control my heartbeat in the next week, I'm going to make a big move."

"While your heartbeat increases, your strength and speed will increase. It is recommended that you continue to train normally."

"They are almost losing patience. I have to go and meet with my father and then directly destroy their nests. It will not be too late to train normally in the future, otherwise I will not be able to get out here, which is too dangerous."
Chapter completed!