New Staff of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"This is a butcher, a master with a knife." The fox introduced again, and then stood aside and waited to see the play.

Wesley was awakened by cold water. He heard the introduction of the fox in a dazed manner. He slowly got up and looked at a fat and sloppy guy with a knife in his hand.

"How many punches did he fainted by the repairman?" the butcher asked.

"Four punches." The fox said as he gestured with his fingers.

"Haha, he is really a bad guy. Come to me and let me give you something different." Wesley walked over and the butcher handed him a knife.

Pain is not enough to describe how Wesley feels now. It hurts too much. He has never been so painful before. What does it feel like when a knife is slashed across his body? How does it feel to insert the knife directly into the palm of your hand? He is totally unwilling to recall these.

When "Hu" woke up again, he felt very warm. He was soaked in warm water, but his face and arms were completely fixed by something. Is this a repair liquid? It is a good thing to accelerate the formation of white blood cells in the blood and quickly recover from the injury.

"Is anyone here?" Wesley's face was covered with wax, and he couldn't open his eyes at all.

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

"Yes, can you help me?" Wesley asked. The opponent moved quickly and directly removed the solidified part of his face. Wesley opened his eyes at this time. "Huh, thank you, this is?" Although Wesley knows, but he still needs to perform, no one knows whether the other party is friendly enough.

"Specially used to recover from injuries." Wesley glanced at the Russian at this time.

"Wesley, hello, how do you call it?" Wesley greeted.

"My code name is "insecticide", but generally there is nothing to do and stay here." As soon as the insecticide said this, the fox walked in.

"You woke up, did your injury recover? Now that we are up, we are running out of time, and the movement of the'cross' is getting faster and faster. I don't know when we will come here. We have to hurry up." Wesley I can only get up, grab the towel next to him and wrap it around his waist, and follow the fox to leave here, and wave his hand with the pesticide before leaving. He will be a frequent visitor here.

"He is a gunsmith and knows all kinds of firearms well. You need to learn firearms from him." Wesley didn't say much about the introduction of one sentence. He stood on the side and listened to the other party's introduction, and he really remembered It's Apple, it keeps all the other party's introductions in mind, technical things are directly compared to the database, and empirical things are directly recorded and sorted.

Firearms are Wesley's favorite. At least I don't need to be beaten. I start shooting training, use Apple to correct my shooting posture, and then shoot. The recoil is not normal, if his heart is not beating fast, he needs to practice more.

"It's really difficult. I need a lot of practice." Wesley really wants to practice shooting here, but that's impossible. Every day, he has to go to the repairman and get a beating, and then go to the butchers. After being hit by a knife, he would practice shooting again after he recovered. He spent three weeks in such a life.

This day he was practicing the sword technique against the butcher, but someone broke in and said, "Someone was killed." After speaking, he turned and went out. The butcher hurriedly followed out, and Wesley glanced through the window. He didn't appear happy, but he was very happy. His cheap dad is really awesome. These days, people are often brought back, and none of them are alive.

"The movement of the'Cross' is getting faster and faster. We need you to grow up as soon as possible." The fox said from the side.

"I can't guarantee anything about this. Training is not an overnight thing, and I only have one chance, right?" Wesley opposed the generals. The Assassin Brothers will know that he is Carlos's son, but they can't say so, so Wes Lee said that they had no way to refute it.

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

Mobile shooting is more of a test of experience and requires more practice. Wesley started to move left and right to shoot. Without equipment, he ran on his own. The left and right hand guns were constantly swinging and shooting. The heart beat quickly from time to time, and he started. Mastered a little skill, although not every time, it is at least an improvement.

Wesley's hard practice is obvious to all, so Sloan can't say anything. Wesley must make greater progress. Although the "cross" will not kill his son, once he catches him, they will There is no chance, Wesley must be allowed to kill his father in a desperate state.

"Fox, can you be faster?" Sloan asked.

"No, it's already the biggest load. He used to be just an ordinary person. In just a few weeks, he became a top-level assassin. This is why he has special abilities. He will die sooner."

"Well, at the moment, we can only let the outsiders fight first, and we have to strengthen our guard here." Sloan knew that he should not be anxious. There is only one opportunity. You must seize this opportunity and you must not waste it.

Then Riversley began to practice making the bullet turn. This is not a technical problem, but a sensory problem. You need to grasp that feeling. This action is called throwing a gun. The inertia of the throwing is used to make the trajectory of the bullet arc. Lines, arm strength and wrist control need to find their own rhythm.

"Huh... Huh..." Wesley was panting during the robbing of the room, his arms could no longer be lifted, his gun throwing practice was the most difficult, and he had to practice for several hours a day, and then he had to go. Recovered in the training room.

"It's a little bit, and your progress is very fast." The fox looked at and admired. They started training from a young age, while Wesley started halfway. In just five weeks, it has been so good now. NS. "But the'Cross' is approaching. Your time is running out, and ours is running out."

Wesley nodded, his time is really running out, so now he needs to work harder, "Apple, can you control my heartbeat?"

"Yes." Apple replied simply. Wesley communicated with Apple in his mind, "Then you don't have to say it earlier."

"You didn't ask."

"Well, help me control my heartbeat in the next week, I'm going to make progress by leaps and bounds."

"Your strength and speed will increase as your heartbeat increases. It is recommended that you continue to train normally."

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

"Understood."