Firefox was injured a little severely. Not to mention the gun on her shoulder, just being shot in the abdomen had already made her lose her combat effectiveness.
In the bullet time state, adrenaline did not let her feel much pain, but as the period ended, her condition became worse and worse.
Wesley raised the Firefox from the cold ground with both hands, gently held it in her arms, and reached for her to hold her wound.
The Firefox smiled faintly, his smile was very sad. He put the M1911 in Wesley's hand and began the standard configuration before his death...the revolving lantern!
You can never do this... Then there will be nothing wrong... Wesley's tremor was filled with fear, and the wound he pressed and held up was so dazzling.
That day at the train station, you asked me if I wanted to change my life... I lied... Firefox looked at the ceiling above my head and said to himself: I often dreamed that I was an ordinary person, with my own family and people I like, but that could only be a dream, I can't turn back...
Wesley hugged the Firefox tightly: Yes, the brotherhood is over, you can start over if you survive!
Firefox smiled bitterly: It's impossible. Now I close my eyes and there will be many faces in my mind. They are all innocent people... I bear too many sins... I think I am the assassin of fate, but on the contrary, I am the kind of person who is despised by fate...
The fate of going to TM, you think too much, it’s enough to live your own life!
Thank you, help me kill Sloan...I want to dream again, don't bother me, okay?
Firefox closed his eyes after saying that, and Wesley hugged her and sobbed quietly, his face covered in tears.
On the other side, the killers who were not dead, had hidden for a while and saw no one shooting. They stood up carefully and aimed the weapon in their hands at the desk.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The one who shot was Russell. He used the Bullet Time skill card and killed five people with three bullets, and two died in the same arc.
Sloan was not in the office, Russell raised his eyes and swept over the office. His keen senses did not notice the excess heartbeat in the room. Apart from himself, there were only Wesley and... Firefox.
Looking at Wesley who was about to cry to death by hugging the goddess, Russell walked over and squatted down, reached out to touch the Firefox's neck.
Stop crying, she is not dead again!
Wesley raised his big flowery face and blew a nose bubble: Really!?
The bullet did not hit the internal organs, otherwise she would have the strength to talk nonsense to you!
But she...
She fainted, and if you don't take her to the hospital, she will die of excessive blood loss.I think about it, it seems to be 1000CC...
Before Russell could finish his words, Wesley picked up the Firefox in a princess hug and ran out of the office. He threw M1911 down when he was about to finish: Kill Sloan, please!
Russell picked up the M1911 pistol on the ground: Of course, otherwise why would you think I was here for?
After checking whether the ammunition is sufficient, Russell walked around the study and found a half-covered wooden door.
The door is locked from the inside, and unlocking is a meticulous job, and for those with no experience, it requires more luck.
Russell was lucky. He had a Remington M870 and knocked the door away with a single shot.
Behind the door is a cyclonic iron staircase, which can reach the top floor where the fate loom is placed. When the butcher was killed, Sloan came here alone.
It was not to live and die with the loom, he did not have such noble consciousness, but because he placed all the wealth he had accumulated over the years in a secret safe.
This is an extremely blasphemous act. If the killers knew that the money from the lives of innocent people was placed next to the holy destiny loom, Sloan would be eaten alive.
It’s a pity that no one knows. The killers always thought Sloan was a conscientious leader... he can only be said to be a good actor!
Money or life matters?
Many people will say that life is important, and why do you need money if you lose your life? But the facts are completely opposite. If you really want to give people a choice, they would rather want money than life.
Sloan also thinks so. He has struggled for most of his life, isn’t it just for money?
Now that the brotherhood is gone, if you lose the money again, what's the point of his life?
……
In the spacious room, the Loom of Destiny was placed in the center. Sloan was desperately stuffing gold, silver and jewelry into his pocket, and at his feet were piles of battered knives.
There was also a backpack behind him, which was stuffed with valuables, and he was about to escape with these treasures.
There was a secret passage in the room that only he knew, leading directly to the river behind the textile factory, and Sloan prepared a speedboat to escape at any time.
But because he couldn't bear to give up money that was more important than life, he missed the best time to escape. He knew that the sound of the wooden door being exploded in his ears, so he woke up like a dream and felt a little regretful.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Sloan shot at the iron stairs, trying to stop Russell from climbing up, and shouted: I know who you are, your name is Russell, a poor killer... Now it seems that there is something wrong with my intelligence source, and your strength is very good.
Russell, who was close to the wall, listened to the sound coming from the upstairs, wanted to throw a shot and kill Sloan with an arc bullet.But Sloan has been changing positions all the time, and he can't aim accurately and will only do useless work.
Russell raised his head and said to the upstairs: Sloan, you have no way out, give up!I will plead with the cross. As long as you promise to be at peace in the next life and be an elderly person in the nursing home, you will let you live a life... Really, I swear!
hehe……
Sloan laughed and didn't take this to heart. As a clergy, he was a firm materialist and firmly believed that money could settle everything.
What benefits does the cross give? I give twice... no, I give ten times!
He gave me a chance to kill you.
Stop joking, we have no grievances and no grudges, and you have no reason to kill me.Sloan raised his gun to prevent Russell from going upstairs, but he still refused to give up: Russell, don't be too naive, you shouldn't believe the lies of the cross.You are just being used by the cross. What kind of good person do you think he is?
You were cheated, he was a complete bastard, a cold-blooded, unscrupulous killer.I don't know what agreement you have, but I'm sure that when you leave the textile factory, you will be hit by a sniper rifle in the head. He is best at betrayal!
It makes sense...
This is a fact!If you join forces with me, we still have a chance...
But I want to kill you now!
……
You may not believe it if you say it. I am the one chosen by fate. Because you wantonly modify the instructions of fate, he asked me to kill you.
Sloan was speechless for a while and advised with kind words: Times have changed, let fate see the hell. I have been disobeying his orders, so why don’t I live well!
Russell agreed deeply. He didn't understand the principle of binary passwords on the loom, but if this world really had a so-called fate, it would be a waste who could only talk.
I agree with what you said, but everything has its rules, right?
Rules are just things born from protecting the weak, and they are so hypocritical that they are vulnerable. In this era of the strong, why are we, as strong, bound by rules?Besides, even if there are really rules, it should be formulated by the strong. We have this qualification and this power!
Russell smiled when he heard this: No, you and I are not strong people, you know nothing about power!
In the bullet time state, adrenaline did not let her feel much pain, but as the period ended, her condition became worse and worse.
Wesley raised the Firefox from the cold ground with both hands, gently held it in her arms, and reached for her to hold her wound.
The Firefox smiled faintly, his smile was very sad. He put the M1911 in Wesley's hand and began the standard configuration before his death...the revolving lantern!
You can never do this... Then there will be nothing wrong... Wesley's tremor was filled with fear, and the wound he pressed and held up was so dazzling.
That day at the train station, you asked me if I wanted to change my life... I lied... Firefox looked at the ceiling above my head and said to himself: I often dreamed that I was an ordinary person, with my own family and people I like, but that could only be a dream, I can't turn back...
Wesley hugged the Firefox tightly: Yes, the brotherhood is over, you can start over if you survive!
Firefox smiled bitterly: It's impossible. Now I close my eyes and there will be many faces in my mind. They are all innocent people... I bear too many sins... I think I am the assassin of fate, but on the contrary, I am the kind of person who is despised by fate...
The fate of going to TM, you think too much, it’s enough to live your own life!
Thank you, help me kill Sloan...I want to dream again, don't bother me, okay?
Firefox closed his eyes after saying that, and Wesley hugged her and sobbed quietly, his face covered in tears.
On the other side, the killers who were not dead, had hidden for a while and saw no one shooting. They stood up carefully and aimed the weapon in their hands at the desk.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The one who shot was Russell. He used the Bullet Time skill card and killed five people with three bullets, and two died in the same arc.
Sloan was not in the office, Russell raised his eyes and swept over the office. His keen senses did not notice the excess heartbeat in the room. Apart from himself, there were only Wesley and... Firefox.
Looking at Wesley who was about to cry to death by hugging the goddess, Russell walked over and squatted down, reached out to touch the Firefox's neck.
Stop crying, she is not dead again!
Wesley raised his big flowery face and blew a nose bubble: Really!?
The bullet did not hit the internal organs, otherwise she would have the strength to talk nonsense to you!
But she...
She fainted, and if you don't take her to the hospital, she will die of excessive blood loss.I think about it, it seems to be 1000CC...
Before Russell could finish his words, Wesley picked up the Firefox in a princess hug and ran out of the office. He threw M1911 down when he was about to finish: Kill Sloan, please!
Russell picked up the M1911 pistol on the ground: Of course, otherwise why would you think I was here for?
After checking whether the ammunition is sufficient, Russell walked around the study and found a half-covered wooden door.
The door is locked from the inside, and unlocking is a meticulous job, and for those with no experience, it requires more luck.
Russell was lucky. He had a Remington M870 and knocked the door away with a single shot.
Behind the door is a cyclonic iron staircase, which can reach the top floor where the fate loom is placed. When the butcher was killed, Sloan came here alone.
It was not to live and die with the loom, he did not have such noble consciousness, but because he placed all the wealth he had accumulated over the years in a secret safe.
This is an extremely blasphemous act. If the killers knew that the money from the lives of innocent people was placed next to the holy destiny loom, Sloan would be eaten alive.
It’s a pity that no one knows. The killers always thought Sloan was a conscientious leader... he can only be said to be a good actor!
Money or life matters?
Many people will say that life is important, and why do you need money if you lose your life? But the facts are completely opposite. If you really want to give people a choice, they would rather want money than life.
Sloan also thinks so. He has struggled for most of his life, isn’t it just for money?
Now that the brotherhood is gone, if you lose the money again, what's the point of his life?
……
In the spacious room, the Loom of Destiny was placed in the center. Sloan was desperately stuffing gold, silver and jewelry into his pocket, and at his feet were piles of battered knives.
There was also a backpack behind him, which was stuffed with valuables, and he was about to escape with these treasures.
There was a secret passage in the room that only he knew, leading directly to the river behind the textile factory, and Sloan prepared a speedboat to escape at any time.
But because he couldn't bear to give up money that was more important than life, he missed the best time to escape. He knew that the sound of the wooden door being exploded in his ears, so he woke up like a dream and felt a little regretful.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Sloan shot at the iron stairs, trying to stop Russell from climbing up, and shouted: I know who you are, your name is Russell, a poor killer... Now it seems that there is something wrong with my intelligence source, and your strength is very good.
Russell, who was close to the wall, listened to the sound coming from the upstairs, wanted to throw a shot and kill Sloan with an arc bullet.But Sloan has been changing positions all the time, and he can't aim accurately and will only do useless work.
Russell raised his head and said to the upstairs: Sloan, you have no way out, give up!I will plead with the cross. As long as you promise to be at peace in the next life and be an elderly person in the nursing home, you will let you live a life... Really, I swear!
hehe……
Sloan laughed and didn't take this to heart. As a clergy, he was a firm materialist and firmly believed that money could settle everything.
What benefits does the cross give? I give twice... no, I give ten times!
He gave me a chance to kill you.
Stop joking, we have no grievances and no grudges, and you have no reason to kill me.Sloan raised his gun to prevent Russell from going upstairs, but he still refused to give up: Russell, don't be too naive, you shouldn't believe the lies of the cross.You are just being used by the cross. What kind of good person do you think he is?
You were cheated, he was a complete bastard, a cold-blooded, unscrupulous killer.I don't know what agreement you have, but I'm sure that when you leave the textile factory, you will be hit by a sniper rifle in the head. He is best at betrayal!
It makes sense...
This is a fact!If you join forces with me, we still have a chance...
But I want to kill you now!
……
You may not believe it if you say it. I am the one chosen by fate. Because you wantonly modify the instructions of fate, he asked me to kill you.
Sloan was speechless for a while and advised with kind words: Times have changed, let fate see the hell. I have been disobeying his orders, so why don’t I live well!
Russell agreed deeply. He didn't understand the principle of binary passwords on the loom, but if this world really had a so-called fate, it would be a waste who could only talk.
I agree with what you said, but everything has its rules, right?
Rules are just things born from protecting the weak, and they are so hypocritical that they are vulnerable. In this era of the strong, why are we, as strong, bound by rules?Besides, even if there are really rules, it should be formulated by the strong. We have this qualification and this power!
Russell smiled when he heard this: No, you and I are not strong people, you know nothing about power!
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