Every industry has rules, or in other words, has its own threshold. It doesn't mean that you can do it if you think you can do it.
This is especially true for the assassin profession.
You think you can be an assassin, but who would believe it? Which assassin organization would dare to hand over an order to a fledgling kid.
Even if your father is called Cross.
so……
In Baker's eyes, Wesley is just a little brat. Do you really think you can be successful just by saying you are a born assassin?
I remember when Baker was in Chicago, in order to save this training step, he directly killed the family assassins of the three major families in Chicago, and then experienced the ambushes of the three major families and entered the first assassin organization as a certificate.
When Wesley first entered the textile factory, he was shocked by the hundreds of textile machines in front of him that were placed and started.
even.
When he saw Sloan, he said loudly: "Hey, that's amazing. Ha, is this a pretense?"
Sloan asked with a black look on his face: "What cover?"
Baker, who was sipping coffee in a noisy restaurant upstairs, looked at Sloan who was about to kill someone and smiled and asked, "How much did Sloan give this kid?"
The fox sitting next to him, eating bacon and eggs, said lightly: "One hundred thousand."
Beck clicked his tongue.
Only a hundred thousand dollars can make this little kid fly like this. If you give this little kid a million, wouldn't it mean that he will fly straight away?
soon.
Sloan came to the restaurant in front and Wesley came in behind.
Wesley's words, "Are you a sweater or a murderer?" directly caused the chattering and laughing atmosphere in the restaurant to disappear.
The assassins in the restaurant who were holding 50% commission looked at each other.
Who is this silly guy?
A stupid person ran into the assassins' base camp and asked the assassins if they were assassins?
This is not a problem.
This is a proposition.
If these assassins hadn't seen that this idiot was brought in by factory director Sloan, Wesley would never have seen the sun the next day.
Sloan was at the coffee machine making himself some coffee.
Wesley looked around the restaurant, and then noticed Fox and Baker sitting at a table.
The next second.
When Wesley saw the black-haired Baker with an indifferent expression, he suddenly had a tendency to have another panic attack.
"You shouldn't talk about such heavy topics when drinking coffee." Sloan walked to Baker's table with the coffee cup, and looked at Wesley, who turned his head and stared at Wesley, who was standing there and felt more and more like a clown, with an expressionless face. Said: "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Silly Bai Wesley was relieved and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "Yes, I...I can't go back. It's impossible to go back to my original life."
Sloan stared at Wesley with his deep eyes.
quite a while.
Sloan looked at the fox: "He is yours."
The fox nodded, glanced at Baker beside him and invited: "Together?"
Baker wanted to shake his head, but thinking that there seemed to be nothing to do today, he simply nodded.
Moreover, he is a monk halfway and has never seen the real assassin training process, so seeing it can be regarded as enriching his knowledge base.
"Tinker!" Baker stood up and shouted to the tinker standing next to the vending machine.
The tinker came to his senses: "Here he comes."
Half an hour later.
Wesley sat on a chair with a curious expression. In front of him was a tinker wearing a red and gold shirt with sharp corners.
Baker and Fox were leaning against the wall, standing with their arms folded.
"ah……"
Baker yawned, and he began to doubt whether his decision to run over to watch the training was right or wrong.
"Hello……"
The tinker introduced himself to Wesley while removing the bandage on his right hand: "My name is the tinker."
Silly Bai Wesley asked naively: "What are you mending?"
"A lifetime of bad habits."
"……All right."
"Can you do me a favor?"
"certainly."
"Put your hands behind the chair."
"Well……"
"It's fine."
"I have no idea."
Wesley looked at the fox with his hands in his pockets and supporting the wall in confusion. He originally wanted to ask the fox for help, but the fox and Baker were whispering to each other with their heads down.
Beck caught Wesley's gaze and glanced up.
Once again, Wesley felt like he was having the wrong panic attack.
Baker glanced at the side with a dull look, looking at Wesley like a fox looking at a tool man. He couldn't figure out how a proud fox could be fascinated by the beautiful eyes of the loser in front of him.
Men can be very bad, but there is only one thing that a man cannot tolerate. If he tolerates this thing, then he is not a man.
green hat.
As long as he is a man, as long as that man still has a little bit of blood, he can be humiliated on the crotch, but he must not be humiliated by cuckolding.
Baker and Fox are not lovers, but friends. After all, when he first came to New York to join the [Brotherhood], Baker was once taken on a mission by Fox.
So even if they are not lovers, but they have a relationship as both teacher and friend, Baker definitely doesn't want the fox to make the same mistake again.
There are so many men with submissive personalities in the world, so why would you want to find a loser and risk your life for this loser?
does it worth?
not worth it.
Baker thought in his mind.
By the time Wesley came to his senses under Baker's cold gaze, his hands had been tied behind the chair by the tinker.
Wesley felt something was wrong, but under the tinker's caring words, he gradually forgot this uneasiness.
Seeing this, the fox walked up to Wesley, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Why do you come here, Wesley?"
Wesley was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "You brought me here, have you forgotten?"
The words just fell.
There was a bang.
Wesley's face received a heavy blow from the tinker, and in an instant, the bridge of Wesley's nose was broken.
"ah……"
"Wortfalk, why do you..."
"Bang!"
"ah!"
"boom!"
After the tinker's three punches, Wesley, whose face was covered in blood, fainted from the pain and began to count sheep.
soon.
Two assassins without code names came in, untied Wesley's rope, then one raised his head and the other lifted his feet to transport Wesley towards the pig killing room.
The fox glanced at Baker and then followed him.
The tinker moved his right hand, grabbed the towel on the cabinet next to him and wiped Wesley's blood.
Baker walked over: "How many layers of force did you use?"
"Eighth floor."
Baker raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid of beating him to death directly?"
The tinker smiled and said to Baker: "This idiot is interested in the fox for nothing. I am helping you. Who doesn't know that the fox is yours."
Baker glanced at the Tinker.
No words were spoken.
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