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Chapter 1100 Chapter 1116 The pounding technique that soars down from the sky (1 update)

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    Firefox went to find the car, leaving Wesley standing there, his mind wandering.

    Wesley has no feelings for his ex-girlfriend who is like Bitchi, or in other words, she is a female roommate who shares a house, but this roommate will use his money to pay rent, raise cats, buy condoms and the like.

    It¡¯s not that he¡¯s mean, he just always thought he was a psycho.

    A few months ago, he lost interest in anything. When his ex-girlfriend hooked up with his ex-buddy, it was like it happened to a stranger and he didn't care at all.

    Only now did he realize that the inexplicable feeling of his heart beating faster and the world twisting and shaking was a talent, a talent that could act on behalf of heaven and eradicate evil.

    So he came back, settled everything, and suddenly felt relaxed.

    Suddenly, his eyes fell on the street not far away. A man walked out of the darkness and raised his gun towards him.

    In an instant, his hair stood on end, and he felt a murderous intention on his back, and his pupils shrank: "Cross!"

    How dare this traitor appear in front of him?

    Wesley pulled out the pistol behind him and took action decisively.

    boom!

    The cross immediately responded with a shot.

    boom!

    The two bullets hit a spark in the air.

    Wesley was shocked: So strong.

    The next moment, the cross turned around and ran away.

    Wesley was stunned for a moment, then immediately chased after him.

    In the past few months, the repeated teachings of the Mutual Aid Association made him subconsciously feel that he must kill the traitor Cross, otherwise he would kill everyone in the Mutual Aid Association, including Wesley himself.

    The two figures chased each other and quickly rushed into the old factory area not far away.

    Cross looked at Wesley rushing towards him and glanced in the other direction.

    Firefox is sneaking closer from that side. Her departure just now was just a kind of temptation and temptation.

    Cross knew there was a trap, but he came anyway.

    The Mutual Aid Association was able to find Wesley, which was beyond his expectation.

    Originally, he thought that no one would know that he had this son.

    It turns out that old fox Sloan has known about this for a long time, but he has just never done anything.

    The cross is not afraid of Firefox, but Wesley, who trusts Firefox to the core, is the best hostage.

    He doesn¡¯t want to take risks. This test may only leave a few clues to remind his silly son.

    While making such calculations, he found that Firefox had been stopped.

    Cross saw a figure coming out of the darkness and knocking her into a dark corner. There was a fistfight and the sound of broken objects.

    good chance!  His mind was spinning, and he immediately decided to grab his stupid son and run away.

    As long as Wesley is freed from the control of the Mutual Aid Association, he will have 10,000 ways to teach the bastards in the Mutual Aid Association how to behave.

    ?Just do it if you think of it, without hesitation.

    The cross instantly turned back and rushed towards Wesley.

    Bang bang bang bang!

    Bullets were flying, and the father and son fought.

    The fighting styles of the two are quite similar, except that the cross is more sophisticated and efficient. He used up the bullets of the rookie Wesley several times, forced him to get close, and gave his stupid son a good beating before barely knocking him unconscious.

    Breathing rapidly in his mouth, Cross couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "Fake, this kid is progressing so fast?"

    While scolding, he also had an inexplicable surprise in his heart: This is my seed!  My seed is so powerful!

    A certain father cursed in his mouth, felt happy in his heart, picked up his son and ran away.

    Quietness seems to have returned to the dark old factory area.

    But in the corner, a simple conversation was going on.

    Luke squatted on the ground with his typical squat legs, put his hands on his knees, and hung them naturally, just like those African-American gangsters squatting on the side of the road doing nothing.

    Looking at the woman whose hands and legs were tied together behind her back, he shook his head sadly and sighed: "Why bother? Why bother?"

    "Who are you?" Firefox looked very calm, and the cold yet charming charm in his expression remained unchanged.

    But at this moment, she was tied up and lying on her side in a reversed position, much like those secret investigators caught in neon movies.

    And the guy in front of her was almost two meters tall, wearing a gray-black hooded sweatshirt, gray-black jeans, and blackBoots.

    Under the pulled up hood, his face was not exposed, but a completely black hood and yellow polarized glasses, giving him a nonchalant look.

    Luke: "You can call me puncher. Well, excuse me, you seem to have a companion."

    As he spoke, his figure disappeared.

    Firefox¡¯s heart sank: It¡¯s too strong!  This guy is really too strong.

    Just now, she noticed the cross appeared, lurked over secretly, and prepared to take action with her companions.

    As a result, the puncher appeared without warning and rushed to her side.

    As the strongest killers in the mutual aid association, Firefox reacts very quickly.

    The burst of physical energy was completed instantly, and he started fighting with the puncher.

    Well, now that I think about it, she was being played by the other party unilaterally.

    The strength, reflexes, and fighting skills that she was proud of were completely crushed by this psychopath who came out halfway.

    The other party just lightly slapped away a few of her attacks, then pushed her to the ground.

    Then, in the blink of an eye, she found that her hands and feet were tied behind her back, completely losing her ability to resist.

    What¡¯s scary is that in just a few seconds when she was pushed down and tied up, she only suffered a few scratches due to her own struggle.

    This can only show that the other party is able to easily subdue her without hurting her at all.

    She can¡¯t withstand such powerful fighting skills.

    The tinker who came with her to ambush the cross is one of the most skilled killers among the titular killers, but it may be difficult to defeat this puncher.

    Just as she was worried and trying to untie the rope that bound herself, the tinker on the other side had already arrived.

    I looked at the locator on my hand and found that Wesley¡¯s signal had disappeared, while Firefox¡¯s signal was not far away.

    Without much hesitation, he quickly approached Firefox's position with his gun, preparing to turn on his companion.

    As he turned around a huge old machine, a fist came towards him.

    The tinker threw away the pistol without hesitation and put his hands on the rack.

    The opponent just punched me, but his body was still behind the corner of the machine.

    The probability of his shooting hitting the opponent is infinitely close to 0, which will also delay his chance to dodge.

    ??A punch in the triangular area of ????the face at close range will kill someone.

    Even if he doesn¡¯t die, his eyes will turn black at worst, and tears will flow freely at worst, and he won¡¯t be able to aim a gun.

    Physical energy bursts into action!

    The tinker¡¯s hands finally arrived in front of his fist, holding the arm behind his fist, and at the same time he squatted and twisted.

    His body movements are similar to the standard posture of a boxer to avoid his opponent, but his hands are also joint techniques, which can be said to be integrated, eliminating and striking together.

    But the next moment, the fist suddenly accelerated, and the uppercut suddenly came diagonally.

    The huge force instantly broke through the support of the tinker's hands, and the fists as big as sandbags fell from diagonally to almost vertically under the approach of both parties.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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