Wesley frowned and subconsciously refused: "I don't know what you are talking about. The cause of my father's death..."
"It hurts like hell!"
Russell interrupted Wesley and patted his elbow: "The process was too bloody, so I won't go into details. Although I don't know what Sloan told you, I'm sure you haven't investigated this. thing."
Wesley was silent, he indeed had not investigated.
In fact, when he was about to investigate, he was stopped by Sloan because he was afraid that he would be ambushed by the Cross.
Russell continued: "There is a lot of evidence to verify that I killed Big Beitou. If you really investigate, you can find that my wanted warrant is still hanging at the police station. Maybe Sloan can delete the police file, but those people The memory of the witnesses cannot be deleted, put a gun to their heads and you will know the truth."
Wesley was left speechless and forced himself to defend himself: "This is just your one-sided statement. Who knows whether it is true or false. Only if you let me go and investigate the truth can I believe you."
"Boy, don't play tricks in front of me, you are too childish."
"Even if what you said is true, what does that prove?" Wesley glanced at the cross and continued: "He tried to kill me several times, how do you explain this?"
Russell slapped Wesley on the forehead: "Idiot, he is trying to save you and keep you away from the Brotherhood's killers. And, if he really wants to kill you, why are you still alive now?"
"He wants to use me, pretend to be my father, and make my brotherhood and I kill each other!"
Wesley came up with a reliable reason. Regardless of whether Russell believed it or not, he believed it himself.
Russell sneered: "Have you never thought that the people who took advantage of you were the Brotherhood, and they made you and your biological father kill each other?"
"..."
Wesley has been silent and confused for more than 20 years. He is not a man of his own opinion and he doesn't know who to believe at the moment.
Russell looked deeply at Wesley and glanced at the cross: "Don't you have any evidence in your hand that can prove that you are Wesley's biological father?"
Cross suddenly realized: "Yes, there are many. I have photos of Wesley from childhood to adulthood. They are kept in my bedroom."
Russell covered his face with his hands: "Then take it over. If you take it out already, nothing will happen!"
Cross ran out of the factory quickly. At this moment, Wesley heard the familiar sound of the light rail. The sound was very faint due to the sound insulation effect, but Wesley was so familiar that he realized that his location was not far from home.
Five minutes later, Cross ran back panting, holding a dozen photo albums in his arms. Wesley's face turned pale, and he began to believe it.
The reason is simple, the cross has always lived near his home, otherwise it would not have returned so quickly.
Cross opened the photo album, and Jiazhen pointed at the baby in the photo: "Wesley, this is a photo of you when you were born..."
"This is a picture of you on the football team in elementary school. I thought you were going to be an athlete..."
"This is your elementary school graduation ceremony. I hid in the corner and took the photo..."
"This is……"
"..."
"And this, this is your birth certificate, I've always kept it!"
Looking at the cross that was talking like a salty uncle, Wesley's eyes were wet with tears. The love in the eyes of the cross was something he had only seen in the eyes of other people's parents. He had been longing for this look since his mother's death.
Wesley lowered his head and choked up. Thinking that he had almost killed his father, he felt complicated and burst into tears. The cross showed his busy side again, and the photo album fell from his hand. He stretched out his hand to hug Wesley, but then hesitantly took it back. The stupid couple stood and cried.
Russell's eyes dimmed, thinking of unpleasant things, he curled his lips and came to Firefox, pulled her hair and raised her head.
"Don't pretend to be asleep. Your breathing has betrayed you. Now that you're awake, tell Wesley who his real father is."
Fire Fox's eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened his murderous eyes, and spat a mouthful of bloody spit towards Russell.
Russell turned his head and ducked over, holding Firefox's head down and asking her to look at Wesley.
Faced with Wesley's disbelieving look, Firefox closed her eyes. She didn't dare to look at Wesley, so she acquiesced to all this.
At this time, Cross had untied the rope from Wesley's body. The father and son were holding each other's backs for fear of hitting each other. What made Russell rush over was that the top killer Cross took out a handkerchief from his pocket and blew it. Snot.
Wesley came to Firefox with tears in his eyes. The pain in his heart was unspeakable, and he could not believe that his beloved goddess would instigate him to kill his biological father.
"You know all this, why do you still lie to me? Do you know how much I trust you... and like you?"
Wesley's voice was trembling, but Firefox was very decisive. She opened her eyes and said coldly: "Because only you can kill the cross!"
"Is this a shitty reason?"
"The cross betrayed the Brotherhood, and his name appeared on the loom, and he must be killed even by the most despicable means."
Wesley was stunned and speechless. He knew the rules of the Brotherhood. Kill one person to save a thousand people. At first, he didn't understand it, but later he understood the deeper meaning. The name that appears on the loom of fate will definitely become the most evil person. He begins to struggle again. It turns out that his biological father is not a good person.
"Sloane lied to you!"
Cross patted Wesley on the shoulder and looked at Firefox again: "Including you, he deceived everyone..."
As he spoke, Cross told the story of his betrayal of the Brotherhood.
Sloan forged an assassination list for his own benefit. Cross discovered that Sloan's name appeared on the loom, and after investigation, he discovered the conspiracy. Sloan was afraid of being exposed, so he preemptively listed those who had forged crosses and issued orders to hunt them down, which triggered a series of events.
Wesley decisively chose to believe in the cross, while Firefox sneered and snorted to indicate that this was all sophistry. In order to prove himself, Cross took out a small piece of cloth he carried with him. On it was a binary code that required a magnifying glass to see. After deciphering, it was the name of the assassin.
Wesley took the magnifying glass, cracked the binary code bit by bit, and finally came up with Sloan's name. He was not feeling well. If Sloan had been fabricating the list, were there any innocent people among the people he had killed?
Firefox was a little panicked. She didn't know whether Cross had forged the assassination list, and it was a matter of faith that prevented her from remaining calm.
Russell snatched the name that Wesley had deciphered and waved it in front of Firefox, stimulating her sensitive nerves: "Assuming that Sloan is the one who betrayed the Brotherhood, then you are the executioner who aided him. You have not killed many people over the years. "Young man, how many innocent souls are there among them?"
Firefox roared angrily and struggled to stand up. The rope creaked as the rope was broken. Russell picked up a rag stained with black oil and stuffed it into her mouth.
The fire fox glared angrily, his eyes burning with boiling flames. Russell was so cold that his crotch was cold, and he whistled and looked away.
Wesley couldn't bear it: "Wait a minute, she is also a victim and has been kept in the dark by Sloan. Maybe we can win her over..."
Russell raised his eyebrows: "Boy, I know you like her, but she is not suitable for you. If I guess correctly, Sloan must have given her an order. After you kill the cross, she will carry out the assassination mission on you. "
Wesley nodded to show that he knew: "It doesn't matter. She didn't know it then, and she certainly won't know it now."
With that said, Wesley was about to untie the rope that bound Firefox, but as soon as he untied his right foot, Firefox hit him in the vital point with a licking kick, and he fell to his knees with a pale face.
Russell looked amused: "I told you, she is not suitable for you!"
Although the headlights and taillights are majestic, and the S-shaped body has a smooth appearance and is in line with aerodynamic principles, it has wild performance, high chassis, sufficient power, strong noise, and the exhaust pipe is too thick, making it difficult to drive. It is not recommended for beginners.
Wesley lay on the ground, his legs trembling, still unrepentant: "I...I think it's...not bad, it just takes some time to get used to it."
Facing the goddess, the licking dog refuses to repent!
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【Street Diary】
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