With a pained face, Cross soaked Russell in the slightly turbid pool and said stiffly: "That's it for tonight. We will continue tomorrow. You should have a good rest first!"
Cross left without looking back. Every time he recalled the way Russell was shot cleanly, his head hurt. I thought that with a little training, Russell could quickly become a talented person, but now it seems that he was too idealistic.
If you were to grade Russell's performance just now, the choice for the cross would be D, Double D, no more!
The good news is that he didn't aim at the head when he fired, otherwise it would be difficult to find an excellent assistant!
Russell also had a sore face. It was a lie that he was still alive and kicking after being shot on TV. He was just shot in the thigh and basically lost his ability to fight. Those who were shot in the arm and continued to fight back with guns, or who were shot more than a dozen times and still didn't fall down, I really don't know what their physiological structure is.
Russell expected the cross to be fired suddenly, but he did not expect to be fired twice. It can be seen that with his current strength, it is very difficult to deal with top assassins without equipping cards.
While soaking in the pool, Russell felt that the wound on his thigh was a little itchy, as well as several injuries suffered during the day, like ants crawling on the wound, which was very uncomfortable.
This is a normal reaction of wound recovery. It causes discomfort because it is too fast. The turbid liquid in the pool is not simple. In the world of [Assassin League], apart from bullet time and looms, the most mysterious thing is the medicine soaked in his eyes. bath.
The medicine in the water can stimulate white blood cells through skin contact and accelerate the recovery process. Bruises, cuts, and fractures can be recovered in a few hours, which is much better than Russell's unreliable system.
In the brotherhood headquarters, Textile Factory No. 17, there is a place called the recovery room, which also has this kind of potion pool that allows people to quickly repair damage.
The leader of the Brotherhood, Morgan Freeman, no, the leader, Sloane, is the biggest gauze in the textile factory. He is sitting on a treasure trove without knowing it. There are many ways to make money, why must he choose to kill people? He could just apply for a patent with the formula, and then open a factory to mass-produce diluted versions of the healing medicine.
With this kind of magic medicine in hand, dominating the medical world will be a piece of cake. Being rich and powerful is no longer a dream!
"If Sloan goes to a certain point, he will definitely fall into the street..." Russell closed his eyes and immersed his body in the water.
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The next day, Russell's biological clock automatically woke him up. He broke away from the completely solidified potion on the surface and climbed out of the pool. After changing his clothes, he waited and saw no sign of the cross.
Russell practiced shooting in the shooting range of the factory. Due to the improvement of his intelligence and the remaining firearm memory of the subway police, he shot the human target with perfect accuracy. After firing five magazines in a row, he gave up the unchallenging practice.
Without him, it has expanded!
Russell waited for a while, but when he saw that the cross hadn't come yet, he was hungry and decided to go out to look for food. The effect of the medicinal bath was very effective. All his injuries had recovered. It was not obvious that he had suffered a gunshot wound last night. On the contrary, he was very hungry now.
Still the old KFC guy, not because he is poor and has no choice, but because junk food is high in calories and can replenish the energy consumed.
After filling his stomach, Russell returned to the factory, but there was still no ghost of the cross. He guessed that the other party might be spying on his cuckold son's girlfriend's daily life, so that he could not type with both hands, or he might be chasing a certain target.
Russell picked up the pistol and practiced boringly for an hour again, and then he gave up. The rigid low-level training could not improve him except killing time.
There weren't many pistols on Cross's rack. This was not his home base. Russell could tell that Cross had no intention of openly announcing his thoughts. But it doesn’t matter, Russell has read the original work and knows his biggest weakness, his son-Wesley!
If the Child of Destiny really exists, then in the world of League of Assassins, Wesley is the Child of Destiny.
As people live, some people become legends, and some people are outright fools. Looking into the reason, do you think it is because of your own incompetence?
No, your ability is enough, but your genes are not!
All roads lead to Rome, but some people were born in Rome and became Roman princes!
The world of the League of Assassins is a world based on bloodline. Without adrenaline bloodline, one cannot become a top killer. It only took Wesley two weeks to surpass the 20 years of hard work of many geniuses. Who can reason with this?
But Russell didn't panic at all, he was cheating!
Speaking of Wesley, Russell felt that it was necessary to get in touch with him. This kid was super talented in the later stage. Apart from the cross, he was the most popular. Now that he is still a porn star, it is necessary to invest in him.
Although doing this might offend Cross, he couldn't be blamed for it. It was just a chance encounter. How could he know that Wesley was Cross's son.
Before he could still be used, Russell decided to take a chance!
Russell put on his baseball cap and walked out of the factory gate, followed the light rail route, and followed the clues in his memory.
Wesley's rental house is near the light rail, but Russell found that the neighborhood is full of old-fashioned rental houses with three or five floors; there is an ATM machine next to Wesley's house, but Russell has discovered more than 30 ATM machines; Wesley He often buys medicine to suppress anxiety attacks at supermarkets near his home. However, along the light rail track, Russell found five supermarkets, each of which sold the medicine.
Russell: "..."
"Okay, let's just pretend that I'm familiar with the terrain. At least I won't get into a dead end when I'm being chased."
Looking at the moon rising after sunset, Russell gave up his plan to find Wesley. There were too few clues, and it was very possible that Wesley would not be recognized when he appeared in front of him.
Because no one stipulates that in his world, Wesley looks exactly the same as in the movie.
As for asking passers-by for Wesley's address, Russell did not use this method. What he needed was a chance encounter.
Holding the family bucket in his arms, Russell was wandering under the street lights when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
"Shit, where did you go again?"
Russell moved the phone slightly away. The roar of the cross was so noisy that his earwax almost popped out.
"I've been waiting for you in the factory for a long time and came out to find some food. The current location is..." Russell looked around and saw a supermarket called 'THE EGG STORE'. Next to it was an ATM machine embedded in the wall.
"Okay, as long as you are still alive, no matter where you are now, go back to the factory and stay there. The Brotherhood's killers are nearby, so be careful." Cross said and hung up the phone.
Russell listened to the blind tone on his phone and looked at the supermarket not far ahead. His heart began to beat faster, and his consciousness told him that this place would be very dangerous next.
"You're right, I'll go back right now!"
Some things and some people can't be avoided even if you want to. Just when Russell turned around and took a few steps, gunshots suddenly rang out in the supermarket.
After an explosion, a young man wearing a dark blue coat with hanging silk ran out in a panic.
Russell leaned against the wall, his eyes locked on the young man hanging from the silk. Although his face had changed slightly from what he remembered, his intuition told him that the young man in front of him was Wesley.
Tsk!
The screeching sound of tires rang in Russell's ears. Cross drove a van transporting pets out of the alley and slammed on the brakes to stop beside Russell.
"Fcuk, what are you doing here?" Cross was dumbfounded. What a coincidence.
Russell shrugged and said nothing, picked up the chicken leg in the Family Bucket and took a bite, the meaning was already obvious.
Of course I am here to eat, otherwise what else would I be doing!
On the other side, Wesley ran into the parking lot in a panic and was taken away by a cool-looking red supercar.
Dodge Viper SRT-10!
The tradition of American sports cars is to carry out large displacement to the end. This SRT-10 is an out-and-out representative of American displacement, with a 600-horsepower 8.4-liter engine, larger displacement, greater power, and greater torque. , like a ferocious viper.
Russell nodded repeatedly: "This car is great, what do you think?"
Cross rolled his eyes and dragged Russell into the car: "You drive, don't get lost... Uh, how are your driving skills?"
"My driving skills are average, just step on the accelerator to the bottom and let the rest go!"
"What!?"
"Fasten your seat belt, pay attention to obey the traffic laws, we are going to hit the road..." Russell fastened his seat belt, his eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
[The host is equipped with 'Character Card: BABY', the countdown is 400 seconds, the timer starts! 】
Cross swallowed and subconsciously fastened his seat belt. He felt a heart-stopping power from Russell, an aura only possessed by those who have reached the pinnacle in a certain field.
This is an experienced driver!
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【Street Diary】
Writers are divided into two categories, the masters and the street writers. Some people are responsible for the masters, and the other people are responsible for the street writers.
