Conquer The Comic: I Rely On Unlimited Hunting To Level Up

Chapter 013 Training and Target

Gwen hummed a little ditty happily, apparently Lear's arrival and flowers put her in a very good mood.

In fact, since the last crisis, she has been looking for Lear.

She had been to Lear's house two or three times, but all of them had not responded.

The enthusiasm gradually cooled down.

Unexpectedly, Lear came directly to the door with a bunch of flowers today.

Although Lear didn't say anything, she had already tacitly agreed that Lear had come to congratulate her on her safety.

But she happily hummed a little ditty and after ordering two pizzas, she walked downstairs to find Lear already standing in the doorway.

Her father stood in front of Lear, the two were talking about something, and seemed to notice that she was already standing on the stairs, and the two stopped talking and both turned to look at Gwen.

Gwen's smile was reluctant, with an unconcealable loss on her face: "Are you leaving?"

"Yes, I still have some business to do. Congratulations on being safe, Gwen. Even though Lear had a calm attitude and a calm tone, there was an indescribable sense of alienation in his words.

Director George was very pleased with Lear's attitude.

But Gwen, who had long known that Lear had such a personality, was not at all impressed, but was reluctant: "The pizza has not yet arrived, at least eat dinner before leaving."

Lear shook his head and raised his head to look at Gwen, who was standing on the stairs with the handrail, shining in the light: "Goodbye, Gwen." "

If nothing else, after this meeting, the two no longer have any chance to intersect, even if it is contact, he will only contact Director George single-threaded."

Gwen, who still did not understand the meaning of Lear's words, looked at Lear who showed a smile at her, and the whole person couldn't help but be a little sluggish, and when she came back to her senses, her father had sent Lear out the door.

Watching her father walk in from outside the door, she didn't know why she was angry, just stomped her foot angrily, didn't speak, and went directly to her room.

George shook his head, knowing that his daughter had a heart of admiration for this mysterious guy, just as the so-called young Muai, after being saved by the other party, the hormones and hormones produced in the crisis made her normal.

However, it is impossible for George to let a guy of unknown origin like Lear date his daughter.

This is no longer a question of his daughter's chastity, but whether his daughter's life safety can be guaranteed.

Lear had a very high opinion in his heart.

Whether it is doing things or courage, it can be said that Lear can be regarded as a masterpiece.

But precisely because of this, it is more dangerous to follow such a person than to follow a mediocre person.

Whether as a father or as a police chief, George didn't want his daughter to have anything to do with Lear.

He knew that Lear was a smart person, although neither of them mentioned it, but in the negotiations just now, both parties had tacitly agreed that Lear completely left George's life and left George's daughter after getting a new identity.

So even Lear was not stingy about giving Gwen a good impression on the last meeting.

The result was something no one expected, and Lear easily pierced Gwen's atrium with just one last smile.

His smile fell forever deep in Gwen's heart.

Here Gwen ran angrily back to his boudoir, and Lear had already started his car and returned to his apartment.

It didn't seem to alarm anyone.

When he arrived at the League of Assassins early in the morning of the second day, Angelina Jolie, who came to greet him, no, the fox told him an unexpected news.

"Don't I need to kill now?" Lear asked strangely as he followed behind the fox.

"Your current strength is still too weak, you are useless except marksmanship, in order to prevent you from dying directly after a mission, I still have to train you a little."

He followed the fox through the textile mill, and a man in a leather jacket and another man in a suit and trench coat dressed like a pony came from the opposite side.

The two nodded to the fox while chatting, so that the fox nodded in return.

Without looking back, the fox knew what Lear was wondering: "The one in the back is the cross, the one on the right is X, and the two of them are the best." The

fox used the word best.

That is to say, even in the League of Assassins, the two of them are among the best.

If it were just alone, Lear might not recognize either of them.

But when they walked side by side, Lear instantly recalled that it was the father of the male protagonist in the movie, the strongest assassin cross who defected from the organization, and the man X, who was killed by him at the beginning of the movie.

He already had a plan in his head.

The strongest squad is already in the squad, and he already has a way to break the game.

The fox carried him all the way and came directly to the auto mechanic.

"Let's test the resistance first." They dragged a chair and placed it in front of Lear, let Lear sit on it, and said.

Lear suspects that in the movie, they beat the male protagonist Wesley to vent his father's anger at killing their companions.

But when it was his turn, he realized that it was clearly a dismount.

This training is obviously designed to teach newcomers to endure pain better, to delay more time waiting for rescue, or to be killed when tormented by enemies.

After the newcomer was beaten, there was also their ancestral secret medicinal bath to quickly heal the wounds of the newcomer's beating.

It can be said that a stick is given to a sweet date, and then a thousand years of history is flickered, and the entire organization is suddenly shrouded in a layer of fog and becomes mysterious.

And most of the killers and assassins do not have too high education and IQ, and after being fooled like this, it is obvious that the sense of belonging or resistance to the organization has suddenly improved a lot and decreased a lot.

In the fox's opinion, Lear is no exception.

Li Erming knew what they were going to do, but did not resist.

Just sit on the stool provided by the repairman and let the repairman tie his hands and feet to the stool.

Then look at the repairman's fist with calm eyes, punch after punch in the face.

It's like a person who doesn't feel pain.

If it weren't for looking at the place on his face where he was hit by himself, the naked eye was visibly engorged.

The repairman also thought he was beating a dead man.

Lear finally fainted after a 15-minute beating.

The repairman couldn't hold back any longer, and he collapsed on the ground panting profusely in sweat, not knowing that he thought that the person who was beaten was himself.

It can only be said that fighting is also a strength job.