the next day.
It was almost half past ten in the morning when Baker woke up.
Yesterday, it was the birthday of Richard's daughter Alexis downstairs. As a friend, Baker was called to celebrate the birthday, and then he and Richard drank, and they drank a little too much.
Fifteen minutes later.
Baker took a shower and happened to receive a call from Gwen, saying that she had chosen a seat at the steakhouse downstairs.
Baker replied, "Come right away." On the way out, he took a look at the new update about Wesley on the InterContinental Hotel APP.
After reading it, Baker had only one thought.
Wesley, danger!
The Intercontinental Hotel increased the reward for Wesley to five million this morning, provided that he needs to be captured alive. If he cannot be captured alive, then I'm sorry, whoever is killed will be additionally wanted.
It is clear.
This is one of the five high tables in the Intercontinental Hotel. The Assassin League headquartered on Tiber Island has spoken. Otherwise, there would not be such an order.
Does Wesley know?
Nothing.
Four hours before the wanted order came into effect, Wesley woke up on the side of the road at an ATM in Queens.
Yesterday, after he completed the feat of destroying the [New York Brotherhood], he passed by an ATM and took a look. When he saw that the balance was negative, a powerful feeling of powerlessness came over him instantly, causing Wesley to faint and fall asleep directly. roadside.
When Wesley woke up now, he was still on the roadside.
Enter the eyes.
The sky is still the same sky, blue and blue.
New York is still that New York, a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor.
It seemed that he was not affected by the great things he did at all.
Wesley gritted his teeth and slowly stood upright while holding on to the wall. Just as he took a step forward, the scarred wound on his thigh that had been cut by the butcher opened again, and the pain instantly washed away like a tide. It got on Wesley's nerves.
quite a while.
When Wesley endured the pain and returned to the den on his father's cross, he found that the den was empty.
It is a real and literal sense of people leaving the building empty.
Wesley was immediately dumbfounded.
The next second.
Wesley came to his senses, and then limped quickly to the warehouse where his father's cross originally contained weapons and equipment.
Empty.
The various sniper rifles, automatic rifles, and pistols that were previously mounted on the wall, the grenades and flash bombs piled in the corners, and even the several passports and stacks of ten-thousand-yuan bills from different countries in the drawer were all missing now. And flew away.
If there hadn't been a pistol with a bullet and a note on the table, Wesley might have felt like he was in a dream.
[If I were you, I would give myself a good time. 】
"Wortfalk!"
Wesley rubbed his right eye, looked at the content on the note in his hand, cursed a little unclearly, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and looked at the phone number left on the note. The number was called.
The call was answered quickly.
It's Parker Husky.
He seemed certain that the call was from Wesley: "Wesley."
Wesley waved the note on his hand: "Watfalk, Huaski, where are the things in my room."
Huaski's tone was very quiet: "I found that house for your father, and I purchased the weapons inside. I can't let them associate their anger with me. I warned you, kid."
"them?"
Wesley frowned and said, "The Brotherhood has been destroyed."
He remembered that just yesterday, he destroyed an assassin organization with a thousand-year heritage.
I'm the best assassin in the world.
There was no fluctuation in Huaski's tone: "You have no idea what you did, kid. I don't know what you took from them, but commit suicide before twenty-four hours have passed."
"What, what suicide, what are you talking about?"
"You should have listened to your father and left, just like your father wanted, to live a different life."
"Waltfalk, what are you talking about? The Brotherhood is gone, the Fox is gone, the Tinker is gone, they are all dead."
Wesley was a little crazy. Why did Huaski pretend not to hear what he said: "Huaski, the Brotherhood has been destroyed. If you don't believe it, you can go and see it."
Hua Siji, who was waiting for the plane at the airport, felt sad for his friend Cross: "You broke the rules, kid. In four hours, all the assassins and assassins in New York will come to you. They won't kill you. But believe me, you will be captured alive by them, and once captured alive, your life will be worse than death, so... commit suicide."
Finished.
Huaski hung up the phone, then opened the back cover of the phone, pulled out the mobile phone card inside, threw it into the trash can, then picked up the backpack he came with to use as a toilet, and then boarded the flight to Dongmo Ravia's flight home.
But after ten minutes.
A tenor voice came from the men's room. After the airport security rushed in, they saw Parker Huaski sitting on the toilet seat with his throat cut and staring.
on the wall.
A line of blood words.
Those who fight in the same room will die!
Let’s talk about Wesley’s side.
When Wesley heard the hang-up sound on the phone, he called again and was already out of the service area. He yelled angrily, and then angrily threw his phone against the wall.
The phone instantly fell apart and turned into a corpse.
Wesley wiped his face with his hand.
The next second.
Wesley thought of Hua Siji's last warning on the phone just now.
Broken the rules?
Are all the assassins in New York going to hunt him down?
Four more hours?
Wesley was suddenly startled, then walked to the kitchen entrance of the apartment, carefully opened the window and looked around outside.
Sloan used a quick fix to train Wesley, but it was undeniable that Wesley was indeed a born assassin.
After Huaski's warning, Wesley actually saw several pedestrians acting suspiciously through the window.
"Farke!"
Wesley swore again, and then ran towards the door of the apartment in a panic.
The staircase on the third floor below the fourth floor of the apartment.
A bearded man in a hood looked at the panicked Wesley and showed a cruel smile: "Little rabbit, run away quickly, there are still four hours, the big bad wolf will come to catch you."
Wesley was slightly startled.
Then his eyes fell on the bearded man's right hand rolled up in his sleeve. After a moment of silence, he chose to pass by the bearded man and continue running downstairs.
Out of the apartment.
Wesley felt that the moment he stepped out of the apartment, at least thirty eyes from all directions fell on him across the distance of space.
Walter...
Farke!
Wesley felt a little numb in his heart. What on earth was going on? He had already wiped out the Brotherhood, so where did so many assassins appear from?
poor child.
Like a toad at the bottom of a well, he thinks that the sky he sees is the whole sky.
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