Check the water meter?
...What the hell?
The anger on Cross's face disappeared as he heard three polite knocks on the door.
Next second.
The door was opened.
To be precise, someone shot the door lock and broke it, then opened the door and came in openly.
Cross was stunned for a moment and untied the ropes that bound Wesley.
but.
Wesley, who was tied to a chair, suddenly jumped up and headbutted Cross directly on the chin. Then he stood up and ran towards the stairs to the second floor.
The cross held his bleeding nose.
"Yo!"
At this moment, Locke pushed the door open and walked in, then closed the door considerately. He was still wearing sunglasses and staring at the cross with a bleeding nose in the living room not far away.
Finished.
Locke raised his hand.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The two bullets collided instantly in the air.
The expression on Cross's face was not much different from the expression on Firefox's face when he knew that Locke's bullets could also turn.
Locke chuckled, leaned against a pillar, and said calmly, "I think you took something from me, and I want to take it back."
Cross, hiding in the kitchen, changed his magazine: "I don't mean to interrupt your game, I just want to save my son, the peerless assassin!"
"Oh."
Locke raised the corner of his mouth, feeling the sound of people smashing windows upstairs: "You said you were his father, does he believe it? Firefox said you are not, so you are not."
cross:"..."
When Locke got off the car just now, he took a look and saw that the glass was bulletproof.
Smash?
It would probably take a long time to smash it through, so Locke naturally didn't worry that Wesley would sneak away.
but...
Locke looked at the time on his watch, raised his head, and said to the second floor: "Wesley, I will count to three. If you don't come out, I will kill Firefox."
The Cross shouted, "Don't come out. He has killed the Fox."
"I don't!"
"You have killed the Firefox."
"hehe."
Locke ignored the cross and looked directly at the stairs: "Will you believe a stranger, or will you believe an executioner who claims to be your father but is actually the one who killed your father? Don't forget, you are wearing your father's suit!"
That belongs to Mr. X.
Not mine.
At first, Cross didn't know that his son had recognized a thief as his father, but after he saw the suit Wesley was wearing, Cross knew it.
Even though my son is stupid, he is still my stupid son after all.
The sound of smashing windows on the second floor stopped.
Locke's expression was indifferent: "I'll count to three. If you don't come out, you can hold a funeral for Firefox."
"three!"
Locke generally disdains to play tricks that are not worthy of being shown on the stage.
But special circumstances require special treatment.
It's very late now. Locke estimates that George Stacy will come to his door in half an hour at the earliest, or tomorrow morning at the latest.
Although he had already reported the Audi R8 to the police as being stolen.
But if you want George Stacy to believe it, you still need some explanation.
So he didn't have much time to play hide-and-seek here. If he wanted to play, he wouldn't suppress his murderous intent and adjust the time to eliminate the Brotherhood to Monday, a working day.
"two!"
"one!"
"Wesley, say goodbye to Firefox..."
"etc!"
"Don't go out!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
A figure flashed by, and with a loud bang, he jumped up abruptly.
Then, he used his flesh and blood to block a bullet that turned and headed towards his stupid son's ankle.
But even so, the second bullet penetrated the cross's shoulder and hit Wesley's exposed ankle with a puff.
moment.
Wesley fell down the stairs from the second floor like a rolling gourd.
The cross is not pleasant either!
With a puff.
The cross hit the wall directly, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Bang!"
"Boom!"
"Bang!"
"Why bother?"
Locke walked out of the entrance hall, clicked his tongue twice, and looked at the cross in front of him, who had blocked the bullet for his son and demonstrated the greatness of his father. "Do you think that if you die, he can live?"
"Let him go!"
Cross covered the bullet hole in his chest, his chest heaving, and stared at Locke.
Locke laughed!
"Give me a reason!"
"He was deceived."
"Um."
Locke nodded, as if what you said made sense: "Well, I'll give him a chance!"
Speaking of.
Locke stood up and dragged Wesley, whose mental state was obviously very bad after what happened tonight, to the front of the cross.
"Bang!"
Locke directly raised the cross-shaped pistol in front of Wesley: "He is the murderer of your father. Don't you want to kill your father's murderer all the time? I will give you a chance to kill him."
Wesley, holding his ankle and sweating profusely, looked down at the pistol that was kicked in front of him.
gun!
Wesley's eyes lit up and he gripped the pistol.
He was a wimp a month ago and always has been.
but...
It was the gun that gave him a second chance to get hard.
The moment Wesley held the gun, he felt a little bit of security.
Locke didn't care that Wesley had a gun in his hand. He just said thoughtfully, "Why, the murderer of your father is right in front of you, so you don't kill him?"
Wesley looked at the cross before him, which was clearly dying.
Cross, with blood all over his face, smiled and let go of all his defenses.
Wesley was silent.
Locke chuckled and raised his stakes: "Firefox is not dead, she is in the trunk of my car. Do you want to see her?"
The image of Firefox flashed through Wesley's mind.
besides...
Passion!
Cross looked at the expression on Wesley's face, glanced at Locke with a somewhat puzzled expression, and sighed inwardly: "Come on, I shouldn't have left you alone to your mother."
Wesley looked up at Locke and stretched out his right hand: "I will kill you..."
"Bang!"
"Well!"
Wesley's eyes widened, his head raised instantly, a bullet hole appeared between his eyebrows, he stared at the ceiling in disbelief, and then, with a thud, he fell to the floor.
Cross opened his eyes and looked at Wesley with a complicated expression as he turned his head towards him and died with his eyes open.
Locke lowered his right hand and looked at the cross: "Aren't you going to say thank you?"
Obviously.
The moment Wesley shot Locke, no matter what his reason was, he was standing on the side of the cross, that is, his father.
only...
Trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm is simply overestimating one's own abilities!
Cross glanced at Locke who was speaking, and closed his eyes expressionlessly.
Locke smiled.
"Bang!"
"You shouldn't have taken my prey, Cross!"
"or..."
"You shouldn't have dumped Mr. Y's body on my car in the first place!"
"…"