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"Borrow money? Do you like investing so much? Or do you have any inside information?" Fox said with a smile.

"I think you know very well what I used to do in the past, and what my life was like. You don't have to test me like this. I didn't have money in the past, but now I have money, so of course I have to play big. To be honest, I wanted to join you that day, but my other wish hasn't been fulfilled. Once I join you, I don't know how long I can live. Your opponents seem to be very powerful."

"It's our enemy. Okay, I'll ask, but you want to borrow too little?" asked Fox.

"Forty-five million dollars." Wesley was ruthless. Sloan must have so much money, but it depended on whether they could take it out. Wesley planned to buy a lot of stocks.

"So many?" Fox looked at Wesley in surprise.

"Yes, you don't think I would dare to lie to you, do you?" Wesley laughed at himself. He was acting as himself, so he would definitely lie, but he felt very guilty.

Fox didn't ask any more questions and called back. Sloan had a toothache. This kid really dared to ask, but in the face of Cross's hunt, he was more willing to spend money. "Ask him if he's willing to join us?" Sloan's idea was a little ultimatum, because the members of the Assassin Brotherhood outside are damaged almost every day, which is not measured by money. As long as these people are in his hands, he can have as much money as he wants. If the foundation is gone, the money will be lost.

"You heard me. You are only the son of one of our members, not one of us." Fox also explained that she was completely in the dark.

"Yes, give me a week. After that, I'll go to your place. I left my father's gun at home. I want to get it back after I become a real assassin," Wesley said seriously.

"Okay." Fox communicated with Sloan again. "The money has been entered into your account. You can go back and take a look. We will wait for you in a week." Then he closed the window, but he had no intention of leaving.

Wesley turned back to the room upstairs and logged into the bank account to check. "These people were indeed frightened by my father and are really willing to give so much money. Haha…" Wesley threw his head back and laughed. Then he transferred the money directly into the stock account and washed up and went to bed.

Early the next morning, Wesley got out of bed, turned on his computer and TV, and watched the news directly while refreshing his web page. He was waiting for Stark's press conference. At ten o'clock in the morning, Stark returned to New York and held a press conference in the press conference hall of Stark Industries.

"He came in with a hamburger. This Stark really has a personality, but I like it. Let's get started." Stark sat on the ground and promoted his feelings. Then he opened his mouth and said that he would not do the arms business anymore. There was an uproar. Wesley refreshed the webpage in high spirits. Stark's stock price began to fall very quickly.

"Today is the fastest day to fall. Tomorrow, the speed will slow down. It will have to wait." Wesley tried to calm down. If it was $47.25, he could buy a million shares and make a profit of more than $50 million. With the money he cheated from Sloan, he would be a billionaire.

"But you're going to be trained by them. Are you ready?" Apple poured cold water on Wesley again.

"Phew, this is necessary. I don't want to be an ordinary person, so let the storm come more violently!" Wesley's handsome face was a little ferocious. Those assassins could take his life at any time, so he wanted to become stronger.

In the next few days, Stark Industries' work permit continued to fall. The wealth of ten billion-dollar units evaporated, and the share price fell to more than half. Wesley decisively bought a million shares, and the rest of the money was stored directly in his account. He had more than four hundred thousand in cash with him, and he did not have time to go out and spend it.

After checking out of the room, he carried his only suitcase to the parking lot and put it in the trunk. Then, he waved at someone not far away, got into the car, and went straight to Textile Mill No. 17.

The front door opened and Wesley drove straight in. Fox was waiting for him when he got out of the car. "Did you get your wish?"

"Yes, if I don't die, then I'm a billionaire. If I die, then it's the last madness," Wesley said.

"Come with me!" Fox led him to the canteen. The wooden seats here are very old. Why don't they improve their environment?

"Have you decided?" Sloan asked, holding a cup of coffee.

"Yes." Wesley took a few burgers, poured a cup of coffee, and sat down to eat. "I decided on the day I left, but I don't know if I'll live or die. I have to do my own thing. And I want to know who I am. Where do I belong?"

"Good. I have high hopes for you. You will become a top assassin like your father." Sloan smiled happily. "However, your training time is running out. A large number of our brothers were attacked outside. Since you joined in, you have to be prepared to suffer."

"Yes, I'm prepared. Can't you see that I've done what I wanted? Do whatever you want with the rest." Wesley really threw caution to the wind. As an otaku, he had to be trained as an assassin. It was impossible not to be mentally prepared. Otherwise, he would have peed his pants.

This was an opportunity for Otaku to become Superman. Not everyone was willing to accept it, and he had no choice but to accept it. The other party would kill him in anger at any time, so he had to come.

After finishing the food in one go, Fox left with him. "This is a repairman."

The mechanic told Wesley to sit in a chair that was fixed to the floor beneath it. Then he tied Wesley's hands behind his back. "What's that for?" Wesley asked, playing dumb.

"I'm in charge of the repair." Then he punched Wesley in the face. With a bang, Wesley could not find his head in an instant. After a moment of dizziness, he felt pain. His head swayed back and forth, and he could not see the person in front of him at all.

He wanted to curse, but he couldn't open his mouth. Then there were three more punches in a row, and Wesley fainted. He was unconscious after just four punches. It seemed that he was not in good health. When he woke up again, he was in Butcher's territory.