Time flies and the next day comes. Wesley soaks in the medicinal bath to recover. With his efforts, Firefox also received medicinal bath treatment. What made him unhappy was that Russell stayed behind in the name of monitoring Firefox, sitting on a chair and watching the two of them taking a medicinal bath.
You know, soaking in medicinal bath requires the whole body to be free from restraints and embrace nature in its most primitive state, that is... without clothes!
The cross was very measured. After all, he was his own son. Unlike Russell, who was neither gentle nor heavy, Wesley recovered quickly, while Firefox had not fully recovered after soaking all night.
Seeing Russell holding a handful of modified sand eagles that he had never seen before, Wesley was afraid that he was plotting against the Firefox in the medicinal bath. Although he thought so too, no, he decisively asked to take over.
Russell ignored him, put the pistol on the table, and pointed at the clock on the wall: "The cross is waiting for you, saying it's a surprise for you. I personally don't think you need to have expectations. It's probably a belated birthday gift. .”
You've already told me, how can I expect such a surprise!
Wesley angrily thought that maybe the insidious image Russell had created before was too deeply rooted in people's hearts. He was a little afraid of Russell: "Really, where is he?"
"Across from your house, his apartment is right there, right across from your bedroom window. Father's love is always so deep, not superficial but put into action. He observes your life with binoculars day and night. Every bit of it is so touching!”
Wesley: "..."
Shit! Then he has seen everything!
Wesley, with a green face, left. He planned to find bad luck with the cross. Even if it was for protection, this move was too outrageous. No matter what, we must reach an agreement today, and you are not allowed to peek at him again, especially at night!
Shortly after Wesley left, Huohu finished her reply and stood up from the medicinal bath. Water droplets slid down her voluptuous curves, and her hair stuck to both sides of her cheeks. She raised her hands to push them behind her back.
Firefox stepped out of the medicinal bath gracefully, picked up the towel and wiped it briefly, then put on the clean clothes Wesley had prepared for her.
Russell's eyes widened throughout the whole process, and his gaze moved along with the trembling parts. He was not boasting, he was a very responsible person and would never blink an eye when he was told to monitor... Speaking of which, the tattoo on Firefox's body was quite interesting.
After flexing his somewhat stiff limbs, Fire Fox saw Russell standing guard, snorted mockingly in his nose, strode towards him, and reached out to the sand eagle placed on the table.
Russell grabbed Firefox's wrist and shook his head: "Sorry, you can't touch the gun now?"
"Our agreement has been reached. I will not take action against you until I confirm whether Sloan is guilty." Firefox glanced at Russell provocatively: "Or do you have no trust in your allies at all?"
"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I don't let you touch the gun because your mental state is very unstable. I'm afraid you will commit suicide!"
Fire Fox's eyes turned cold and he broke away from Russell's hand: "You don't need to worry. If Sloan is indeed the sinner, I won't die before killing him."
Russell shrugged and stood aside knowingly, but he didn't expect that the Firefox would point the gun at him as soon as he held the Sand Eagle.
"Haha, woman!"
"Yes, women are creatures that hold grudges. I will always remember your warm reception. If I don't vent, it will be difficult for me to maintain an alliance with a peaceful mind."
"It's too dangerous. I'll be dead after being shot by a sand eagle, and I can't save myself from the medicinal bath. Why don't I find a way to vent my anger..." Russell continued to pretend to be dead, raising his eyebrows: "I have ultra-thin large particles, very To relieve stress, would you like to experience it?”
"snort!"
Firefox snorted coldly, raised his gun and shot Russell in the thigh. This was a retaliatory shot. She was very confident in her shooting skills and would not break Russell's leg. After the bullet grazed and took away a piece of flesh and blood, it would still make people miserable.
Click!
Firefox pulled the trigger, but Sand Eagle seemed to be locked. Even if the safety was turned on, it would not help.
Russell kindly reminded: "This is a fingerprint identification pistol. Have you seen the blue identification button? Without the fingerprint of the owner of the gun, it cannot be fired. A very principled pistol, just like me, low-key and Reserved..."
Listening to Russell's shameless boasts, Firefox said he had had enough, grabbed his hand, pressed it against the fingerprint reader, and pulled the trigger.
Click! Click!
Firefox's eyes were bloodshot and red: "What the hell is going on?"
"Uh...I'm not the owner of this gun!"
Russell scratched his head and smiled shyly, feeling embarrassed.
Firefox was so angry that his chest almost exploded. He threw Shaying to the ground angrily, pressed Russell's shoulders with both hands, and clasped his fingers tightly. Her twisted facial features told of her anger, she gathered all her strength and hit Russell between the legs with a knee.
Boom!
The screams rang out again. Firefox hugged his knees and jumped a few times before falling back into the medicinal bath.
"Fcuk!! Wearing iron pants all day long, are you a pervert?"
"What's wrong with men being perverted?"
Firefox: "..."
At this time, she suddenly missed Wesley the dog licker. Compared with Russell, Wesley was perfect. He would not put a piece of iron in his crotch and kick him as much as he wanted!
…
At noon, Wesley brought lunch. Wesley, who was promoted to the second generation of rich people, was very generous. The lunch was steak + vegetable salad + ham and egg sandwich + pumpkin soup, which was very rich.
But this was Firefox's lunch. Considering that she had just soaked in the medicinal bath, she must be very hungry. The portion Wesley ordered was very generous. It didn't matter whether it was delicious or not, but it was definitely full.
Russell was even more embarrassed. The standard KFC old man made him want to vomit.
Firefox finally relented and gave Wesley a sweet kiss, making Daosi tremble with excitement.
"This kid is hopeless!" Russell bit into a Big Mac with a look of disgust on his face.
The gift that Cross gave Wesley was a leather jacket. It was not a very valuable gift, but Wesley liked it very much. He had been dreaming about this day for a long time. He was so happy wearing it and refused to take it off even if he said nothing.
This baby needs love!
After finishing lunch, Wesley got the approval of his beloved goddess and stood behind her, squeezing her shoulders and patting her back. Russell was studying watch-shaped plastic bombs on the side. He was very interested in this kind of miniature bomb that could be tied to a mouse. Unfortunately, he had never been able to get the relevant character cards and skill cards, so he had to rely on self-study.
By the way, while watching Wesley take a medicinal bath, Russell drew out his character card.
[Character Card: Wesley (a talented second-generation killer with nothing but adrenaline in his veins)]
Firefox looked at Russell who was studying, and planned a revenge plan in her mind. She was a petty person, and she felt uncomfortable if she didn't retaliate. She didn't believe that Russell wore iron pants all day long!
Cross walked in and saw Wesley squeezing Firefox's shoulders. He felt very embarrassed. This kid had never seen a woman before.
"Guys, our plan may be ahead of schedule! According to my informant, Sloan recalled the Brotherhood's killers from all over the place. They gathered at Spinning Mill No. 17. If we wait for them to take the initiative, we will be very passive... …”
"What do you want to do? Tell me your plan and listen!"
"Work overtime to make plastic bombs, and we must catch at least a thousand rats tonight... Wesley, go catch the rats!"
"What!?"
I am your biological son!
