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Chapter Fourteen: Father and Son Meet

Next was another assassination target. The fox gave the information to Wesley. They chose to take action on the road. This time Wesley brought a grenade. Because the other party's car window was bulletproof, I don't know if the scene in the movie would appear, so it would be much easier to carry a grenade.

The target was sitting in the car, smoking a cigar, looking disgusting. Wesley looked at the roof of the car, and smoke floated out, and the target person still opened the sunroof. Then it was not your fault. He drove directly to the right side of the target vehicle, held the steering wheel with one hand, took out the grenade with his other hand, bit off the pull ring with his teeth, loosened the safety, threw it away, and then rang the steering wheel away.

"Boom" the grenade flew in through the skylight, then exploded, the rear of the target's car trembled, then began to shake on the road, and finally hit the tree on the side of the road. Wesley drove by directly, and it was already in a mess inside.

"I think I'm an assassin. I want to go back and get my father's pistol. I should be ready to fight the 'cross'." Wesley said standing in front of Sloan.

"Yes, you're qualified, come with me." Sloan took him to a room. "This is your father's room, everything inside is his, now it's yours, so go in and take a look."

Wesley walked in and saw an old-fashioned desk with a photo on it, with three people in it, Sloan, the fake father, and a cheap father. After coming to this world, he was not only cuckolded, but also two fathers. Although he knew that one of them was fake, it was not enough and sad enough.

After looking at the room, he looked around and found nothing worth taking. Apart from the magazine clip of the Bereta 92 series pistol and 9mm bullets, he found a small bag and packed it all, then went downstairs and drove away from the No. 17 Textile Factory with the fox.

Sloan stood upstairs and watched him leave, "Follow him, the 'cross' will contact him. If you have the chance to kill the 'cross', you can use Wesley as bait if necessary." The gunsmith and repairman behind him nodded and walked out, while Wesley drove all the way to his nest.

"Do you want to go in with me?" Wesley parked the car at the door and asked.

"Of course." The fox got out of the car and followed Wesley inwards. When Wesley heard the voice inside, he started knocking on the door. It was Barry who opened the door.

"Hey, man, you've disappeared for a long time, where have you been?" The guy's face was thick enough. Now he was chatting with Wesley with a smile, without any intention of opening the door. Wesley responded to his smile, raised his legs and kicked them away, and half of Barry's face just hit the door and fell down.

Wesley strode in, "Wesley? Where have you been running for so long?" The woman was still yelling, but Wesley ignored her intentions. They were over and it ended very early.

"Wesley? What do you mean? I've been missing for a few weeks now to borrow the toilet?" As she shouted, Wesley had already entered the bathroom and then took out the pistol in the water tank. Instead of walking out immediately, he started to disassemble it, then took out the prepared cloth and wiped it up, finally reassembled it, and then inserted it into the holster under his armpit. This time he came prepared.

Casey slapped the door and said loudly, "Do you think you are a big shot? You are nothing, you are not even a bullshit, you are not as good as half a Barry." Wesley opened the door and looked at Casey with a smile. "Yes, I'm just a little guy, so we're over. You can be with Barry now. Hey Barry, this girl is yours." Wesley would not be scolded and announced that the two were over with a mockery.

The fox walked in, "Who is Wesley? Is your new horse?" Casey paused in comparison with the fox, "Are you depraved? Did you hire her for money?" Casey roared hysterically, but Wesley could no longer hear it, because the fox had kissed his lips, and the two tongues touched each other.

Wesley tried it casually, because he didn't want to be too obsessed with this feeling, so he pulled the fox out, and walked out of the door no matter what Casey and Barry were saying behind him.

"Fox, come find a car. The war is about to start. My car has been registered. I need to find a place to hide it." Wesley said directly.

"Okay, you go and hide nearby. Don't drive too far. The 'cross' may be nearby." The fox didn't doubt and went directly to find the car. After getting in the car, Wesley took a look at the independent building diagonally opposite, then drove away, turned a few times before parked in a parking lot, then took out his luggage, and then took advantage of his familiar terrain to start walking through the alley. When he was sure that he had no tail, he came to the building, followed the stairs to the second floor, and pried open the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered, a pistol was pressed against his forehead, "Cross" Carlos stood on his left, holding the pistol in his hand and pointed it at his head.

Wesley walked in without any fear, then closed the door, "Will you point the gun at his son like this?" Wesley asked looking at Carlos.

"Do you know?" Carlos asked in confusion.

"Why don't you know? Be clear that I am your son, I have the same ability as you, you have been observing me here, aren't you? I have no reason to find you, so why should I observe someone for so long? Until the group of assassins appeared, they told my father that you were killed, so I had a new idea, why do they need me to kill you?"

"Every day, I see the people you killed in their bases being carried back one by one, I know you are amazing, and they are not your opponent, so they need someone you can't kill to execute, so isn't it reasonable for me to be your son?"

"You are very smart." Carlos put away the gun and what can he do when facing his son? But as soon as he put away the gun, Wesley punched him in the face and tried very hard. "Don't get me wrong, this is a shot for my mother. I am your son, I won't complain about you, so I just punched me."

"It seems that they have trained you very well. I just left but didn't want you to go the same path as me." Carlos wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, without any anger.
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