Chapter 162： Killing God is alive (three/three) (1/2)

”Please, don't fight anymore!”

Wesley pleaded to the repairman with blood on his face.

A few days ago, a young lady with long legs and big waves found him and said that he was the son of the world's number one killer, and the blood of a peerless killer was flowing in her body.

Originally, he would never believe in such a thing, but when he shot off the wings of a fly for the first time under the threat of his life, Wesley knew that he was such an awesome man!

Although the twenty-five-year-old is past the age of Secondary Two Disease, he suddenly realized that he was probably a masterpiece hidden among ordinary people. In addition, the bank card was transferred to all the property of his dead boss. After more than one million dollars, Wesley suddenly felt that the world was better.

He directly fired his boss's squid, and used the computer keyboard to get a mild concussion on his friend who was sleeping on his horse.

No way, the Lord now has money, but he wants arrogance.

Besides, let the ugly woman with no breasts, **** butt and freckles go to hell, I will be able to sleep in a **** and beautiful female assassin right away, who is rare for that ugly woman!

It's just a killer's career, but it's not as good as he thought.

In the past few days, he would be madly beaten every morning by this guy called the repairman, who would beat him until his nose was broken and his head was dizzy.

Then when he finally woke up, he would be taken to learn the sword technique with a guy called the butcher.

But in Wesley's view, the so-called learning of knives is completely unilateral abuse. He has no idea how many knives were cut by the butcher in the past few days!

To be honest, if the Brotherhood hadn't had a special nutrient solution that could quickly stimulate cell division in the human body and heal most injuries, he would have been carried into the crematorium long ago.

As for other activities such as practicing shooting, jumping off the building and climbing walls, he will be tortured to death.

Now that Wesley is about to repent of his intestines, how hard is it for him to think about running as a killer?

Don't you know what you are?

Everyday life is being beaten up, he feels that he is about to collapse!

”Damn it!” The repairman punched Wesley in the face angrily, and knocked away two of his teeth.

”He still can't comprehend it?” Sloan walked in like a ghost as Wesley looked at Wesley who had been knocked over with a stool to the ground.

”No, this kid is simply an elm head, I think it might be better to kill him directly!” Angrily, the repairman untied the bandage on the back of his hand, which was covered with blood stains from beating Wesley.

”What about the other courses?” Sloan asked Firefox, his face as black as charcoal.

Of course, because he was originally black, he is not black. Everyone can only guess based on their feelings. It is absolutely invisible.

”Without any progress, no matter how you stimulate him, he can't trigger bullet time!” Firefox shook his head, ashamed of his ability to lead an apprentice.

A few days ago, without any systematic training, Wesley could use a gun to knock off the wings of flies, but now, after training, one day is worse than one day. This really makes her wonder what to say.

It is said that Wesley's performance in the past few days can be regarded as hard work. In order to give him the confidence to train, Firefox has contributed his thighs. As a result, this guy's fighting spirit has improved, but his strength has regressed!