~Date:~November 01~

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There was a scuffle outside the castle, but it was still quiet inside the castle. Sloan sat on a chair with his eyes closed, and the bald man walked up to him and whispered.

Sloan didn't say anything, just waved his hand and closed his eyes to rest.

"Whoop, whoop, whoop."

Judy was panting heavily and followed the cross. She saw the cross swinging the gun casually without aiming at it deliberately. The bullets were like tracking missiles, automatically finding their target.

Headshot, headshot, headshot! Every bullet finds its target accurately, like an art, the art of killing.

The cross was pushed forward, and Judy almost became a burden behind him, so he had to step back. He found a map-like thing from his body, with many marks on it. Looking at the cross that was getting further and further away, Judy stood quietly.

After a while, he turned and left.

"Go to hell!"

A man fired wildly at the cross with a machine gun. He saw the cross turn around gracefully, and the bullets flew past him. His right hand drew a large semicircle. A bullet carried a strong spiral and moved in a strange arc.

The shape passes through the other person's brain.

"Bang!"

In an instant, a burst of blood mist filled the air. Just as the man fell, two more people jumped out from the textile machine, spitting out tongues of fire from the weapons in their hands, trying to annihilate the cross.

"it's useless."

Cross said coldly, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"Because in my eyes, your speed is... too slow!"

With the sound of the cross falling, two spiraling bullets quickly passed through the heads of the two people. However, this was not the end. In the textile room, more than ten men ran out, including even a tinker!

"ha!"

Kicked a wooden board to the ground, Cross took a few steps back, and rushed forward. His whole back was pressed against the wooden board, like a skateboard, and he slid forward. The pistol in his hand turned into a soft swallow, fluttering.

With its wings open, the fiery red bullets turned into fatal highlights one by one, blooming into the flowers of death.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Cross quickly finished shooting the bullets in his hand, and with his right hand on the high-sliding ground, he immediately flew up. Guanshu.com (--Hundreds of Thousands of Completed Novels Free Download) spun in the sky, and instantly fell to a man

Next to the killer, he grabbed his shoulder with his left hand and his neck with his right hand. There was a clear "click" sound, and the other person fell down. The moment the pistol fell, he hooked it with his foot and lifted it up. His right hand had not yet moved.

Hold it steady and the bullets will start shooting out.

At this moment, a red figure jumped out, it was the tinker wearing a red shirt!

Cross squatted down to avoid the tinker's attack, then kicked him backwards, hitting him in the face with a huge impact, instantly putting the tinker in a coma! Cross had a cold face, and he stepped forward.

, the pistol was pressed against his hand, emitting angry flames!

“Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!”

The tinker retreated quickly, and the cross moved forward quickly. The bullet passed through the tinker's head and hit the person behind him, but everyone's bullets hit the tinker!

Finally, the inertia of the tinker's retreat finally disappeared, and he fell softly to the ground. He could no longer die! With the help of his body, the cross made a 180-degree rotation, and fired a few bullets from his left hand.

, and eliminated the last few killers.

Textile room, cleaning completed!

Cross waved his hands, and the two pistols spun a few times in his hands. They were rubbed into his waist and he slowly walked towards the center of the castle. That was where Sloane was.

"You're still here."

A faint sigh resounded in the empty hall, and the cross slowly walked into the room, where Sloan sat quietly on the chair, holding his chin with his hands together, closing his eyes and concentrating.

"Swish."

There was a sound of guns being drawn, and a dozen top killers stood out from their hiding places, forming a circle and surrounding the cross. Several top killers, no matter how fast they were, could not kill everyone.

His ending was already doomed from the moment he planned to enter this castle.

"Yes, I'm coming."

Cross stood there, looking directly at Sloan.

"I want to see my son."

Sloan did not speak, and the cross did not move. Everyone stood there, staring at the cross. As long as he made a move, or Sloan gave an order...

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With a crisp snap of his fingers, Sloan bent his head. The bald man on the side stared at the cross, put the pistol back, turned and left. After a while, West, whose hands were handcuffed behind his back, was brought over.

Sloan stood up, opened his gloves for him, patted his shoulder, twisted his neck, and gestured towards the cross.

Is this my father?

Wesley stood there, staring at the cross and looking at a tall, thin man with a shaggy beard, a chiseled face, and a dusty jacket. Could this man be his father? In that brotherhood,

A godlike man.

Wesley couldn't calm down for a long time. He looked at his face and couldn't say anything, just sitting there blankly.

Cross stood opposite, looking up and down at Wesley, his own son. He had jewel-like blue eyes, a brown head, a thin body, and an ordinary face. He could only watch and protect him from a distance.

A child he didn't want to follow him into the world of killers and deny him a life of his own.

This is the child he can never let go of.

Cross's lips were a little chapped. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

"I've made you suffer."

For a long time, he uttered these words bitterly. Wesley was trembling all over, but didn't say anything. After a while, Sloan finally walked out.

"Cross, I still say the same thing. If you are willing to come back, the door of the Brotherhood will always be open to you."

"No, this doesn't fit..."

In the middle of Sloan's words, a killer jumped out, but before he could finish his words, a gunshot sounded, and his words would never be finished.

"How is it? What do you think?"

Sloan held a pistol in one hand and extended an invitation to the cross. There was still a faint smoke from the muzzle of his gun. On the ground, a killer lay quietly, blood slowly flowing out. Looking at this scene, all the killers looked at each other.

He glanced at it but said nothing.

"Sloan. The current Brotherhood is no longer the original Brotherhood. It is now just a tool in your hands, not 'destiny'."

Cross said calmly. As soon as he finished speaking, the fox's voice sounded immediately.

"Sloan, is there anything else you want to say to me?"

The fox came in from the door on one side, holding a piece of 'Destiny' cloth woven with Sloan's name in her hand. Behind him was a somewhat insignificant Russian hiding behind the fox. From the beginning, he had a cross placed on it.

Spies in the Brotherhood!

"Yes, my father is not a traitor. 'Destiny' wants Sloan to die. My father discovered this, so Sloan started to hunt him down. My father is not a traitor! Sloan is!"

At this time, West suddenly said loudly. The sudden truth caused everyone to fall into chaos. Everyone looked at it in confusion, not knowing whether to believe West's words. From a distance, Cross looked at Wei

Sloan's eyes were complicated. Seeing this scene, Sloan smiled mockingly and took out a folder from the table.

"This is yours."

"This is yours."

"your."

"your."

One by one in the past, almost everyone had a list, and on the list was their name! A name compiled by 'destiny'!

"Without me, you would have died long ago! Now, it is your turn to make a choice. Follow 'fate' and choose death. Or, kill them and let the Brotherhood flourish in our hands! You yourself

choose."

After saying that, Sloan was about to go to the back door. There, there was the spiritual belief of the Brotherhood, the "loom of destiny".

History turned a big circle, and then relied on its strong inertia to return to the starting point. Everyone looked at each other, and the ideas they had been instilled for a long time collided fiercely with reality, and they became at a loss what to do.

"Fuck fate."

When Sloan was about to enter the room, the bald man cursed lightly.

"Sloan, do you want to escape?"

A loud voice sounded in the room, and then, a series of explosions sounded in the room! In an instant, countless dust and smoke mixed with papers were flying all over the sky. All the killers suddenly encountered such an encounter when their minds were lost, and they could only react reflexively.

to avoid.

"Run away!"

The voice sounded again. In fact, without him opening his mouth, Cross grabbed Wesley and ran frantically out the door! But the fox just watched Wesley escape indifferently and picked it up from the ground.

With a gun, he slowly walked towards the killers...

"Cross, huff, huff, I think, let's get out of here quickly. Huff, huff."
To be continued...