Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

"Who?" Although such a big change had just happened in the textile factory, the person responsible for guarding the gate did not leave his post without permission. Seeing Anthony and his car driving towards this side, he couldn't help but put his hand on the gun hidden in his waist. Shang asked warily.

"The person who will kill you." The car didn't stop. Gin opened the window on his side of the car, and with a bang, there was a shot.

Anthony looked at the two people who were penetrated by Gin's shot from the other side and said with satisfaction: "The Assassin's League does have a good arc ballistic technique, and it makes me look forward to the next harvest even more."

Cross also looked at Gin with a fearful expression. In just a few days, he had mastered the arc ballistic technique of the Assassin League, and he used it with such proficiency that he might not be much inferior to himself. It was really A pretty scary guy. Now I can only hope that we will not be enemies with him in the future, otherwise I will have a headache.

With a bang, the car slammed open the door of the textile factory without even stopping. In the open space outside, there were several killers who had not rushed into the textile factory to see what had just happened. Seeing this, they all took out their guns and prepared to commit the crime. The enemy must be at gunpoint.

It's a pity that they didn't move fast enough, because they faced Cross, who was once the number one master of the Assassin League, and Gin, the ace assassin of the Black Organization in the World of Conan who had already learned their skills.

Bang bang bang bullets danced with the rain of blood, gunshots and wails rang out in unison. In just a short moment, Gin and Cross, armed with two guns, harvested the lives of these people with the guns in their hands.

"Mr. Carlos, Gin, it's up to you," Anthony smiled as the car stopped.

Carlos nodded directly, then opened the door and got out of the car with two guns. On the other hand, Gin paused and glanced at Anthony worriedly and said, "Boss, it's okay for you to be here alone."

"Don't think of me as an ordinary person who is powerless. Don't forget that I have seen blood and killed people." A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Anthony's young face. The struggle for power will never lack bloodshed. Gangsters This is especially true for the transition of power.

Although Anthony seemed to have taken over his father's gang smoothly, during this period, Anthony's hands were also stained with the blood of a lot of enemies, and several of them were even executed by Anthony himself.

And due to the dream ability obtained in the lottery, Anthony's mental attributes seem to have been greatly improved, making it easier for him to master some things. So even though Anthony is very young now and looks like a gentle man, he is also a good person when it comes to killing people.

"Well, boss, I'm going," Gin nodded after hearing this, then opened the door and got out of the car, also fully armed, and walked into the textile factory with murderous intent.

"It's still not strong enough." Looking at Gin's majestic and murderous figure walking inside, Anthony showed a trace of envy in his eyes.

Killing a person in ten steps and leaving no trace behind is not only possible with swords, but also with modern firearms. The heavily armed Gin and Cross entered the killer headquarters disguised as a textile factory. Faced with the killers who had not yet awakened from the influence of the infrasonic weapons, they waved the double guns in their hands, step by step. harvesting their lives.

"Bastard", is this the headquarters of a killer organization that has been passed down for more than a thousand years? There are still many elites who can use their firm will to temporarily suppress the bad state affected by the incident just now. Face a sudden attack and counterattack forcefully. But what they faced was not ordinary people, but top killers who had truly mastered extraordinary skills.

Faced with the counterattack of these top killers, Cross slid sideways and scattered the bullets one after another just like in a game. Then he danced in a circle in the air with two guns in hand, and the bullets appeared in various weird arcs. Layers of obstacles and bunkers, headshot these elites who still have the power to fight back.

Bang Bang Bang Faced with the incoming attack, Gin's response method was different from Cross's. His method was to directly use gun against gun, bullet against bullet. The bullets flying towards him were directly hit by the gun in his hand. They exploded one by one, showing an alternative aesthetic of violence. Then when the enemy was frightened and inexplicable, the bullets in the gun directly exploded the opponent's forehead.

Both sides were running side by side while using their firearms to harvest all life within sight. Arriving in the middle of the textile factory, when Gin was about to harvest the life of a person he saw in his sight, the gun in his hand was held down by the cross. Facing Gin's surprised look, the cross explained in a deep voice. : "He is my man."

No wonder he was able to deal with the Assassin's League for such a long time and became more courageous as he fought. It turned out that he had an informant in the Assassin's League. Gin glanced at the two people, nodded slightly, and continued to harvest the lives of others.

"Ivan, how are you?" Cross seemed to have a really good relationship with him, so he left Gin behind and went to support him and asked with concern.

The man named Ivan saw it was a cross, so he relaxed and said with a pale face: "I don't feel good, I want to vomit."

The cross is very familiar with what Ivan is talking about, because he has also tried this feeling himself. Faced with this situation, Cross had no good solution at the moment, because Anthony also said that even he, the owner of the weapon, could not do anything about this kind of sequelae, and could only rely on time to slowly recover.

"By the way, Carlos, Wesley is down in the repair room. I don't know if he has been affected. Please go and have a look." Ivan relaxed a little, seemed to feel more comfortable, and began to tell the cross what he wanted most. Concerned information.

Cross nodded and wanted to leave, but seemed worried about his friend: "Is it okay for you to be alone?"

"Hahaha, don't worry about me, don't forget, although I am in charge of logistics now, I am also essentially a killer," Ivan smiled, then seemed to remember something, and reminded: "By the way, because it's you If you meet Wesley, be careful, he will regard you as the enemy who killed your father."

"I know," Cross couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth after hearing this, and he just wanted to shoot Sloan a few more times.

Cross put down his friend, nodded to Gin who had seen it not far away, and then rushed towards the repair room according to his memory.

Bang Gin's last arc shot killed the two stragglers staying outside. Now there were only a few senior cadres left inside. Gin looked at the two worlds separated by a door with a ferocious smile on his face.

I hope those senior cadres can bring him some fun, otherwise this trip will be too boring.

On the other side, several senior cadres also covered their heads that had not yet recovered and tried to regain their consciousness, while holding firearms and standing ready.

Below the textile factory, in the repair room, Cross and Wesley also started a father-son game. However, because Wesley was affected by the infrasonic weapon, his current condition is extremely poor, so there may not be any suspense in this game.

Anthony was in the car, monitoring the situation inside through the communicator in his hand and Gin: "From the sound, all the trash should have been cleaned up. So, there are only a few more difficult characters left. "

Gin naturally heard Anthony's voice here, his eyes seemed to go to the other side of the door, and he smiled coldly: "Don't worry, boss, they might be very difficult for me in the past, but they won't happen now." It’s the same, I will clean it up soon.”

"Well, I'm looking forward to your good news."