End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Time passed and the next day came. Wesley soaked in the medicated bath to recover his body. With his efforts, Firefox also got the medicated bath treatment. To his displeasure, Russell stayed in the name of monitoring Firefox, and sat on a chair to watch the two take a medicinal bath.

You must know that soaking in the medicated bath requires the whole body to be unrestrained and embrace nature in the most primitive state, that is... without clothes!

The cross is very measured, after all, he is his own son, unlike Russell, who is neither serious nor serious, so Wesley recovered quickly, while Firefox has not fully recovered after soaking all night.

Seeing a handful of modified Sand Eagles that he had never seen before in Russell's hand, Wesley was afraid that he would plot something wrong with the Firefox in the medicine bath, although he thought so too, no, he decisively asked for a replacement.

Russell ignored him, put the pistol on the table, and pointed to the clock on the wall: "The cross is waiting for you. It said it was a surprise for you. Personally, I don't think you need to have any expectations. It's probably a belated birthday present." .”

You said it all, how could I be surprised!

Wesley thought indignantly that it might be that the insidious image created by Russell was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. He was a little afraid of Russell: "Really, where is he?"

"On the opposite side of your house, his apartment is there, the one directly opposite your bedroom window. Father's love is always so deep, not superficial but put into action. He observes your life with binoculars day and night Bit by bit, it’s really touching!”

Wesley: "..."

Shit! Didn't he see it all?

Wesley with a green face left. He planned to find the bad luck of the cross. Even if it was for the purpose of protection, this kind of behavior was too outrageous. No matter what, we must talk about it today, and we are not allowed to spy on him again, especially at night!

Not long after Wesley left, Firefox stood up from the medicated bath after recovering, water droplets slid down the enchanting curves, strands of hair stuck to both sides of her cheeks, and she raised her hand to stroke her back.

Firefox generously stepped out of the medicated bath, picked up the bath towel and wiped it briefly, and then changed into the clean clothes Wesley had prepared for her.

Russell's eyes were wide open the whole time, and his eyes moved with the trembling parts. It's not boasting. He has a strong sense of responsibility, and he won't blink if he talks about surveillance... Speaking of which, the tattoo on Firefox is quite impressive.

After moving some stiff limbs, Firefox saw Russell who was guarding the side, snorted mockingly, strode towards him, and reached for the sand eagle on the table.

Russell grabbed Firefox's wrist and shook his head: "Sorry, you can't touch the gun yet?"

"Our agreement has been reached. I will not take action against you until I confirm whether Sloan is guilty." Firefox looked at Russell provocatively: "Or, do you have no trust in your allies at all?"

"No, no, you misunderstood. I don't let you touch the gun because your mental state is very unstable. I'm afraid you will commit suicide!"

Firefox's eyes turned cold, and he broke away from Russell's hand: "You don't need to worry, if Sloan is indeed a sinner, I won't die until I kill him."

Russell shrugged, and stood aside tactfully, but he didn't want to, Firefox pointed a gun at him the first time he held Sand Eagle.

"Hehe, woman!"

"That's right, women are vengeful creatures. I have always remembered your warm hospitality. If I don't vent it, it will be difficult for me to maintain the ally relationship with a peaceful mind."

"It's too dangerous. I'll be useless if I get shot by Sand Eagle, and the medicine bath can't save me. Why don't you change the way to vent..." Russell continued to die, raising his eyebrows: "I have ultra-thin and large particles, very Release the pressure, do you want to experience it?"

"Humph!"

Firefox snorted coldly, raised his gun and shot Russell's thigh, which was a retaliatory shot. She is very confident in her marksmanship, she will not break Russell's leg, and the bullet will take away a piece of flesh and blood, which will still make people overwhelmed with pain.

Click!

Firefox pulled the trigger, but the Sand Eagle seemed to be locked, even if the safety was on, it would not help.

Russell very kindly reminded: "This is a fingerprint identification pistol. Have you seen the blue identification button? Without the fingerprint of the owner of the gun, it is impossible to shoot. It is a very principled pistol, just like me, low-key and Introverted..."

Hearing Russell's shameless boast, Firefox expressed that enough was enough, grabbed his hand and pressed it on the fingerprint reader, and then pulled the trigger.

Click! Click!

Firefox's eyes were bloodshot and red: "What the hell is going on?"

"Uh... I'm not the owner of this gun!"

Russell scratched his head and smiled shyly, feeling embarrassed.

Firefox was so angry that his chest was about to explode, and he threw Sand Eagle to the ground angrily, and put his hands on Russell's shoulders, clasping his fingers tightly. The distorted facial features spoke of her anger, she condensed her whole body strength, and one knee slammed between Russell's legs.

Boom!

The screams sounded again, and Firefox hugged his knees and jumped on the spot a few times before falling back into the medicated bath.

"Fcuk!! Wearing iron pants all day, are you fucking pervert?"

"What's wrong with a perverted man?"

Firefox: "..."

At this time, she suddenly missed Wesley the dog, and Russell was perfect compared to Wesley, he would not put a piece of iron in his crotch, and kick him as he wanted!

...

At noon, Wesley brought lunch. Wesley, who was promoted to the second generation of the rich, spent a lot of money. The lunch was steak + vegetable salad + ham and egg sandwich + pumpkin soup, which was very rich.

But this was Firefox's lunch. Considering that she had just soaked in the medicated bath, she must be very hungry. Wesley ordered a large portion, regardless of whether it was good or not, but she was definitely full.

Russell is much more embarrassing. The standard KFC grandfather makes him want to vomit.

Firefox finally pulled back and gave Wesley a sweet kiss, making Diaosi tremble with excitement.

"This kid is hopeless!" Russell bit the Super Big Mac with a disgusted look on his face.

The gift from the cross to Wesley was a leather jacket, not a very valuable gift, but Wesley liked it very much. He has dreamed of this day for a long time, and he wears it beautifully on his body, and he refuses to take it off no matter what.

This baby lacks love!

After finishing lunch, Wesley got the approval of his beloved goddess, stood behind her and squeezed her shoulders and back. Russell was researching watch-shaped plastic bombs on the side. He was very interested in this kind of miniature bombs that could be strapped to mice. Unfortunately, he had not been able to issue related character cards and skill cards, so he could only rely on self-study.

By the way, Russell issued his character card while watching Wesley soak in the medicinal bath.

[Character card: Wesley (the second-generation killer full of talent, he has nothing but adrenaline in his veins)]

Firefox looked at Russell, who was studying, planning a revenge plan in her mind. She was narrow-minded, and felt uncomfortable if she didn't go back. She didn't believe that Russell was wearing iron underpants all day long!

Cross walked in and felt very ashamed when he saw Wesley pinching Firefox's shoulders. The kid hadn't seen a woman before.

"Guys, our plan may have to be advanced! According to my eyeliner, Sloan has recalled the Brotherhood's killers from all over the place. They are gathering at Spinning Mill No. 17. If we wait for them to take the initiative, we will be very passive... ..."

"What do you want to do, plan to say it and listen!"

"Work overtime to make plastic bombs, and at least a thousand mice must be caught tonight... Wesley, go catch the mice!"

"What!?"

I am your own son!