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Chapter 18: You Shouldn't Rob Me

"Check the water meter?"

...what the hell?

The anger on Cross's face disappeared as he heard three polite knocks on the door.

The next second, the door was opened.

To be precise, someone shot the door, breaking the lock, and then entered openly.

Cross was momentarily taken aback, quickly untying the rope that bound Wesley.

But Wesley, who was tied to the chair, suddenly burst out, headbutting Cross's chin and then running towards the stairs on the second floor.

Cross covered his bleeding nose.

"Yo!"

Locke pushed the door open and walked in, thoughtfully closing it behind him. He was still wearing sunglasses and staring at the bleeding Cross in the living room not far away.

Then Locke raised his hand.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The two bullets collided instantly in the air.

Cross's expression was not much different from when Firefox realized Locke's bullets could curve.

Locke chuckled, leaned against a pillar, and said lightly, "I think you took something of mine, and I want it back."

Cross, hiding in the kitchen, changed his magazine. "I have no intention of disturbing your game. I just want to save my son, the unparalleled assassin!"

"Ah."

Locke's mouth curled up, hearing the constant sound of smashing windows upstairs. "You said you were his father. Did he believe it? Firefox said you weren't, so you're not."

Cross: "..."

When Locke got out of the car earlier, he saw that the glass was bulletproof.

Smashing it? Wesley wouldn't be able to for a long time, and Locke wasn't worried about him sneaking away.

But...

Locke looked at his watch and then up at the second floor. "Wesley, I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I'll kill Firefox."

Cross shouted, "Don't come out! Firefox has been killed by him."

"I did not!"

"Firefox has been killed by you."

"Haha."

Locke ignored Cross and looked directly at the stairs. "Will you believe a stranger, or the executioner who claims to be your father but killed your father? Don't forget, you're wearing your father's suit!"

That's Mr. X's suit.

Not mine.

Cross didn't know about his son recognizing a thief as his father at first, but after seeing Wesley's suit, he knew.

His son was stupid, but he was his own stupid son.

The sound of smashing windows stopped.

Locke spoke lightly, "I'll count to three. If you don't come out, you can hold a funeral for Firefox."

"Three!"

Locke generally disdains underhanded tricks.

But special circumstances require special treatment.

It was very late, and Locke estimated that George Stacy would arrive in half an hour at the earliest, or by tomorrow morning at the latest.

Although he reported that the Audi R8 was stolen, it would take some convincing for George Stacy to believe it.

So Locke didn't have time to play hide-and-seek. If he wanted to play, he wouldn't have timed killing the Brotherhood for a Monday workday.

"Two!"

"One!"

"Wesley, say goodbye to Firefox..."

"Wait!"

"Don't come out!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A figure flashed by, and with a loud bang, jumped abruptly.

Then, with flesh and blood, he blocked a curving bullet aimed at his son's ankle.

But even so, the second bullet pierced Cross's shoulder and hit Wesley's ankle.

In an instant, Wesley fell down the stairs like a rolling gourd.

Cross didn't feel good either!

Puff.

Cross hit the wall and spat out blood.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

"Why bother?"

Locke walked out of the entrance hall, clicking his tongue, and looked at Cross, who had taken a bullet for his son. "Do you think if you die, he'll live?"

"Forgive him!"

Cross, covering the bullet hole in his chest, stared at Locke.

Locke laughed.

"Give me a reason!"

"He was deceived."

"Um."

Locke nodded, looking thoughtful. "In that case, I'll give him a chance!"

Locke got up and dragged Wesley, who was clearly in a bad state, in front of Cross.

"Bang!"

Locke raised Cross with the gun in front of Wesley. "He's your father-killer. Don't you want to kill him? Here's your chance."

Wesley, sweating profusely and covering his ankle, looked at the pistol that was kicked in front of him.

A gun!

Wesley's eyes lit up as he grabbed the pistol.

He had been a softie a month ago and always had been.

But...

The gun gave him a second chance to harden up.

The moment Wesley held the gun, he felt secure.

Locke, not caring that Wesley had a gun, said thoughtfully, "Why hesitate? The enemy who killed your father is right in front of you."

Wesley looked at the clearly dying Cross.

Blood-covered Cross smiled and let down all his defenses.

Wesley was silent.

Locke smiled and increased the stakes. "Firefox isn't dead. She's in my car's trunk. Don't you want to see her?"

A flash of Firefox crossed Wesley's mind.

And...

Passion!

Cross, seeing Wesley's expression, glanced at Locke and sighed inwardly. "Come on. I shouldn't have left you alone with your mother."

Wesley looked up at Locke and pointed the gun at him. "I'll kill you..."

"Boom!"

"Uh!"

Wesley's eyes widened as a bullet hole appeared between his eyebrows. He stared at the ceiling in disbelief before falling to the floor.

Cross opened his eyes and looked at Wesley with a complicated expression, then turned his head.

Locke lowered his right hand and looked at Cross. "Don't you say thank you?"

Obviously, the moment Wesley aimed at Locke, he chose his father's side.

But...

Mantis trying to stop a car—beyond his capacity!

Cross glanced at Locke, who was speaking, and closed his eyes expressionlessly.

Locke smiled.

"Boom!"

"You shouldn't have taken my prey, Cross!"

"Or..."

"You shouldn't have dumped Mr. Y's body in my car in the first place!"

"..."