Chapter 12

"This is the butcher, an expert with a knife," the fox said again, and then stood aside waiting to see the play.

Wesley was woken up with cold water. Vaguely hearing the introduction of the fox, he slowly got up and looked at a fat and sloppy guy with a knife in his hand.

"He passed out after being punched by the repairman?" asked the butcher.

"Four fists," said the fox, while he motioned with his fingers.

"Ha ha, he's really a bad guy. Come to me and let me give you something different." Wesley went over and the butcher handed him a knife.

The pain is not enough to describe Wesley's feeling now. It's too painful. He's never been so painful. What's the feeling of the knife on his body? What does it feel like to insert a knife directly into your palm? He is completely unwilling to recall these.

When Hoo woke up again, he felt very warm and soaked himself in warm water, but his face and arms were completely fixed by something. Is this repair fluid? It's a good thing to accelerate the formation of white blood cells in the blood and quickly recover the injury.

"Is anyone there?" Wesley's face was covered with wax and couldn't open his eyes.

"Hey, you're awake!" said a strange guy.

"Yes, can you do me a favor?" Wesley asked. The other party moved quickly and directly removed the solidified part of his face. Wesley opened his eyes at this time. "Hoo, thank you, this is?" although Wesley knows, he still needs to perform. No one knows whether the other party is friendly enough.

"It's a special place to recover from the injury." Wesley took a look at the Russian at this time.

"Hello, Wesley, what's your name?" Wesley said hello.

"My code name is' insecticide ', but I usually have nothing to do and stay here all the time." just after insecticide said this, the fox came in.

"You wake up, have you recovered from your injury? Now we don't have much time to get up. The cross moves faster and faster. We don't know when it will come here. We should hurry up." Wesley can only get up, grab the nearby bath towel around his waist, follow the fox and leave here. Before leaving, he waved with insecticide. He will be a regular guest here.

"He's a gunner and knows all kinds of guns like the back of his hand. You need to learn guns from him." it's still a one-sentence introduction. Wesley didn't say much. He directly stood aside and listened to each other's introduction. What he really remembers is apple. It remembers all the other's introductions. Technical things are directly compared with the database, and empirical things are directly recorded and sorted out.

Guns are Wesley's favorite. At least you don't have to be beaten. Start shooting training, correct your shooting posture through apples, and then shoot. The recoil force is not generally large. If his heart doesn't beat fast, he needs to practice more.

"It's really difficult. I need a lot of practice." Wesley really wants to practice shooting here all the time, but it's impossible. Every day he has to go to the repairman to get a beating, then go to the butchers to get a knife, and then practice shooting after recovering. He spent three weeks in this life.

He was butting a knife with the butcher on the day, but someone broke in. "Someone was killed." then he turned out and the butcher hurried out. Wesley looked across the window. He didn't show his joy. But he was very happy. His cheap father was awesome. These days people are often brought back. No one is alive.

"The cross moves faster and faster. We need you to grow up as soon as possible," said the fox.

"I can't guarantee anything. Training doesn't happen overnight, and I only have one chance, don't I?" Wesley fought the first army. The assassin brothers knew that he was Carlos's son, but they couldn't say it, so Wesley said so. They couldn't refute it at all.

The fox stopped talking, and Wesley left the butcher's place directly. He wanted to practice his marksmanship. Now the hit rate of frontal shooting was very high, but he was not satisfied. There was no difficulty in standing there and aiming directly. He needed to move.

Mobile shooting is more a test of experience and requires a greater amount of practice. Wesley began to move left and right shooting. Without equipment, he ran by himself. He kept waving his left and right guns, and his heart beat rapidly from time to time. He began to master some skills. Although not every time, it was at least a progress.

Wesley's hard practice is obvious to all, so Sloan can't say anything. Wesley must make greater progress. Although the 'cross' won't kill his son, once they catch him, they won't have a chance. Wesley must be allowed to kill his father in a state of death.

"Can you go any faster, fox?" asked Sloan.

"No, it's already the biggest load. He used to be just an ordinary person. In just a few weeks, he became a top assassin. That's why he has special abilities. If he goes down quickly, he will die."

"Well, at present, we can only let the people outside take the lead, and we should strengthen our vigilance here." Sloan knows he can't be anxious. There is only one chance, so he must seize this opportunity and never waste it.

Next, Li weisley began to practice turning the bullet. This is not a technical problem, but a feeling problem. We need to master that feeling. This action is called throwing the gun. The inertia of throwing is used to make the trajectory of the bullet arc. The strength of the arm and the control of the wrist need to find their own rhythm.

"Hoo... Hoo..." Wesley was panting in the room, and his arms couldn't lift up. His gun throwing practice was the most difficult. He had to practice for several hours every day, and then he had to go to the training room to recover.

"It's already a little like that. You've made rapid progress." the fox looked at it and admired it. They began to practice since childhood, while Wesley started halfway. It's a good level in just five weeks. "But the cross is approaching. You don't have much time. We don't have much time."

Wesley nodded. His time was really running out, so now he needed to work harder. "Apple, can you control my heartbeat?"

"Yes," Apple replied simply. Wesley communicated with apple in his mind, "then you didn't say it earlier."

"You didn't ask."

"Well, help me control my heartbeat for the next week. I'm going to make rapid progress."

"When your heart beats faster, your strength and speed will accelerate. It is recommended that you train normally."

"They are about to lose patience. I have to meet my father and directly destroy their nest. It's not too late for normal training in the future, otherwise I can't get out here. It's too dangerous."

"I see."