Chapter 202 If I don’t let me take over Destiny (please subscribe!!)

When Hawke and the pharmacist arrived at the textile workshop at normal speed, it seemed that the riot was over.

Of course.

If six corpses on the ground are ignored.

"Watfak!"

The pharmacist looked at the fat corpse on the ground, frowned, looked at the butcher who arrived first, and wiped his face: "What's going on?"

The butcher stood up next to the body.

“Wesley.”

"What?"

The pharmacist was shocked: "That idiot?"

Hawke next to him beat his eyebrows. After discovering that he had not poisoned him, he felt that he was about to die, so he tried to struggle and directly applied oil to the soles of his feet?

At this time, Sloan also rushed over from his office, and then learned from the other people in the textile workshop what happened.

Just now, for some reason, Wesley, who was originally at his work station, suddenly exploded. Wesley, who was not allowed to wear a gun into the workshop, suddenly pulled out the gun and directly shot the fat foreman.

Death.

Everyone in the workshop was shocked at that time.

Then, when a few people were good to the fat foreman, they thought of coming up to subdue Wesley, and as a result, they followed the fat foreman one by one.

Wesley took advantage of the gap that no one had, and shot and ran out of the textile workshop while shooting. Then, he shot and killed two Destiny Killers standing guard at the door, and then snatched the Firefox's sports car and took advantage of the garbage truck that had just left.

, directly kicked the accelerator, passed the garbage truck, and rushed out of the Destiny Castle.

When someone reacted and tried to raise the suspension bridge not far away, Wesley had already driven and ran out directly.

This is how things happened.

After hearing this, Hawke had no expression on his face, as if he had no relationship with him.

After listening to it, Sloan's face turned dark and he could even drop the ink.

Shet!

Fark!

I knew, I knew I shouldn't keep this idiot.

Sloan kept asking himself in his heart what he thought at that time and insisted on saving this idiot's life.

Oh, right.

He was kept at that time to prevent Hawke.

Sloan remembered.

Can……

Sloan's afterwards glanced at Hawk, who was commanding the destiny killer to restrain his body, and couldn't help but shake his head in his heart.

He left Wesley's life at that time, because Hawk, who always felt that he would not accept God's test, had a chance to join them if he had other plans.

And now?

Sloan had no such idea anymore. He just felt that the reason why Hawke questioned God's will had no other meaning, but just a simple question.

After all, considering that Hawk is an orphan, and Hawk's identity as an atheist, it is completely reasonable to have such doubts.

At least Hawk is very diligent in studying God's Secret Text these days, and sometimes even makes Sloan have an illusion that if he completely retires in the future, then those who can replace him and continue to lead the Destiny Organization forward must be short-term.

Hawk, who had almost learned the ciphertext of God in just a few days.

"Shet!"

Sloan sat on his office chair and couldn't help but curse: "I knew this Wesley was going to betrayal."

The butcher, pharmacist and repairman sitting on the sofa looked at each other as he listened to this sentence.

Hawke, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, listened to this sentence, looked at Sloan, and shrugged: "I knew it a long time ago, why didn't you stop it in advance?"

Sloan looked up at Hawke.

Hawke's expression was serious.

If you don't squeeze me every word, you will be my good successor, K.

Sloan took a deep breath.

At this time, Firefox walked in from outside, sat on the sofa next to Hawke, looked at Sloan, shook his head and said, "Sorry, I'm lost."

The fancy-dressed repairman heard this and curiously said, "This idiot has such good driving skills, can he even lose it?"

Firefox looked to the mechanic with a blank expression: "I drive your classic car, Wesley drives my sports car. No matter how good my driving skills are, if you can't do it, I can't catch up even if I want to."

The repairman opened his mouth.

The pharmacist was trying to smooth things over: "It's okay, that idiot is now wanted by the NYPD and left our blessing. That idiot is afraid that he will be caught by the NYPD tomorrow."

The butcher said in a urn: "I'm afraid that this idiot will be arrested by the New York Police Department and will tell us."

The repairman sneered: "As long as you have a father, you have a son!"

My father defected.

Good guy.

The son defected.

This is also a master of two.

Just then.

Hawke raised his eyebrows: "What does it mean to have a father like you? Isn't Wesley's father Mr. X?"

The repairman came back to his senses in an instant and looked at Hawk.

Four eyes are opposite.

Shet!

The repairman said in his heart, and couldn't help looking at Sloan sitting on the boss's chair.

Sloan frowned and said, "Okay, you guys go out first, K stay."

The mechanic quickly got up, and without looking at Hawk, who was sending his interested gaze towards him, turned around and walked towards the door.

Firefox, the pharmacist and the butcher, listening to Sloan's words, nodded, got up, and walked out the door.

soon.

Hawke looked at the office door that was brought back, then looked at Sloan, touched his chin, and performed quite well, and said thoughtfully: "Wesley's father is not Mr. X,

But the cross, the cross I killed?”

Sloan took a deep breath, nodded in Hawke's gaze.

"Yes."

"ha!"

Hawke smiled directly, got up from the sofa, pulled away the chair opposite Sloan, and looked at Sloan with an intriguing expression: "Are you going to tell me what the situation?"

Good guy.

Wesley was the son of the cross he killed.

You still keep him.

What does this mean?

Of course.

This is the psychological activity that Hawke should have when he didn't know Wesley's true identity.

Sloan has not thought about this these days. He has already prepared his words and explained to Hawke: "At the beginning, we pulled Wesley in to let him deal with the cross."

Hawke nodded: "This reason is great, I believe it, but you know what I want to ask is not why Wesley was able to join us, but why I have killed the cross and you still keep him,

Moreover, I have concealed this from me, and I have reason to doubt what is wrong with it. For example, you keep Wesley and plan to tell him the truth when necessary and then let him stab me to death?"

This is very reasonable.

Hawke asked himself that except for the shots from Wesley when he first came in, he had never had much dealing with Wesley at other times.

What's the result.

At this point, Wesley was still trying to poison him at night.

If Wesley knew that the cross was his father and that he was his father-killing enemy, then Wesley would not have wanted to die with him?

Sloan shook his head.

"It's not like this."
To be continued...