Check the water meter?
...What the hell?
The anger on Cross's face disappeared, and he looked at the three polite knocks on the door.
The next second.
The door was opened.
To be precise, someone shot the door lock, and then opened the door openly and came in.
Cross was stunned for a moment and untied the rope that bound Wesley.
but.
Wesley, who was tied to the chair, suddenly jumped up and hit the cross's chin with a headbutt. Then he got up and ran towards the stairs on the second floor.
Cross held his bloody nose.
"Yo!"
Locke opened the door and walked in at this moment, and then closed the door very thoughtfully, still wearing sunglasses, staring at the cross with a nosebleed in the living room not far away.
Finished.
Locke raised his hand.
"boom!"
"Boom!"
The two bullets collided instantly in the air.
The cross's expression was not much different from the one when Firefox knew Locke's bullets could also turn.
Locke chuckled lightly, leaned against a pillar, and said with a calm expression: "I think you took something of mine, and I want to take it back."
Cross hiding in the kitchen changed his magazine: "I have no intention of disturbing your game, I just want to save my son, the unparalleled assassin!"
"Ah."
The corner of Locke's mouth raised, feeling the sound of smashing windows upstairs: "You said you are his father, does he believe it? Firefox said you are not, you are not."
cross:"……"
When Locke got out of the car just now, he looked and saw that the glass was bulletproof.
Smash?
It would take a long time to smash it, but Locke wouldn't worry about Wesley sneaking away.
but……
Locke looked at the time on the watch on his hand, looked up directly, and said towards the second floor: "Wesley, I count to three, if you don't come out, I will kill Firefox."
Cross shouted: "Don't come out, Firefox has been killed by him."
"I don't!"
"Firefox has been killed by you."
"hehe."
Locke ignored the cross and looked directly at the stairs: "Would you believe a stranger, or would you believe a man who claimed to be your father, but was the executioner who killed your father? Don't forget, you are wearing your father's suit. !”
That's Mr. X's.
not mine.
Regarding the fact that his son recognized a thief as his father, Cross Cross didn't know about it at first, but after he saw the suit Wesley was wearing, Cross Cross knew.
The son is stupid, but he is his stupid son after all.
The smashing of windows on the second floor stopped.
Locke's expression was indifferent: "I'll count to three. If you don't come out, you can hold a funeral for Firefox."
"three!"
Under normal circumstances, Locke doesn't bother to play tricks that don't make sense.
But special circumstances require special treatment.
It was already very late now, and Locke estimated that in half an hour at the earliest, or tomorrow morning at the latest, George Stacey would come to the door.
Although he had reported that the Audi R8 was stolen.
But if you want George Stacey to believe it, you still need some rhetoric.
So he doesn't have that much time in the northwest to play hide-and-seek games here. If he wants to play, he won't press the killing intention and adjust the time to wipe out the Brotherhood to Monday.
"two!"
"one!"
"Wesley, say goodbye to Firefox..."
"etc!"
"Don't come out!"
"boom!"
"Boom!"
A figure flashed past, made a loud bang, jumped up abruptly, and then used his flesh and blood to block a bullet that was turning and shooting towards his stupid son's ankle.
But even so, the second bullet penetrated the cross's shoulder, and hit Wesley's protruding ankle with a pop.
moment.
Wesley fell down the stairs on the second floor like a gourd.
The cross is also uncomfortable!
There was a pop.
The cross hit the wall directly, and he couldn't help spitting out blood.
"boom!"
"Boom!"
"Bang!"
"Why bother?"
Locke walked out of the entrance hall, clicked his tongue twice, and looked at the cross in front of him that blocked the bullet for his son, showing the great father's cross: "Do you think he can live if you die?"
"Spare him!"
Cross covered the bullet hole in his chest, his chest heaving, looking at Locke.
Locke laughed!
"Give me a reason!"
"He was deceived."
"Um."
Locke nodded, as if what you said made sense: "In this case, I'll give him a chance!"
Said.
Locke stood up and dragged Wesley, who was obviously in a bad state of mind after being made such a fuss tonight, and fell in front of the cross.
"Bang!"
Locke directly raised the gun attached to the cross in front of Wesley: "He is your father-killing enemy. Don't you really want to kill your father-killing enemy? I will give you a chance to kill him."
Wesley, clutching his ankle and sweating profusely, looked down at the pistol that had been kicked in front of him.
gun!
Wesley's eyes lit up and he held the pistol.
He was a softie a month ago and always has been.
but……
It was the gun that gave him a second chance to get hard.
The moment Wesley held the gun, he felt a sense of security.
Locke didn't care that Wesley had a gun in his hand, but said thoughtfully: "Why, the enemy who killed your father is right in front of you, why don't you kill him?"
Wesley looked at the cross in front of him, which was obviously dying.
The bloody cross showed a smile and let go of all his defenses.
Wesley was silent.
Locke chuckled and increased his chips: "Firefox is not dead, he is in the trunk of my car. Do you, do you want to see her?"
A flash of Firefox flashed through Wesley's mind.
besides……
Passion!
Cross looked at the expression on Wesley's face, glanced at Locke with an inexplicable expression, and sighed inwardly: "Come on, I shouldn't have left you alone with your mother."
Wesley looked up at Locke and stretched out his right hand: "I'll kill you..."
"boom!"
"Well!"
Wesley's eyes widened, his head raised momentarily, a bullet hole appeared between his eyebrows, he stared at the ceiling in disbelief, and then, with a thud, he fell to the floor.
Cross opened his eyes and looked at Wesley, who turned his head towards him with a complicated expression and stared at him intently.
Locke put down his right hand and looked at the cross: "Aren't you going to say thank you?"
obviously.
The moment Wesley shot Locke, no matter what the reason, he was on the cross, his father's side.
only……
The mantis is acting like a chariot, it’s just that he doesn’t know what he can do!
Cross glanced at Locke who was speaking, and closed his eyes expressionlessly.
Locke smiled.
"boom!"
"You shouldn't have taken away my prey, the cross!"
"or……"
"You should never have thrown Mr. Y's body into my car in the first place!"
"..."
