There was chaos in the textile factory!
Especially after seeing Locke kill more than a dozen enemies with two bullets, he became completely panicked.
"Gun-flinging technique?"
"How could he possibly know our gun-flipping technique?"
Inside the textile factory, Sloan and other regular employees, who had not yet been affected by the war, looked at each other in bewilderment when they heard the reports of the interns outside, who could also be called cannon fodder!
Gun-flinging is the Brotherhood's trump card skill.
If it weren't for their gun-swinging skills, it would be very difficult for the Brotherhood to gain a foothold in the world of assassins.
after all...
We are all here to make money. Who do you think you are? Oh, we are killers who make money by killing people, and you are killers who are destined to do justice?
It's like, everyone is out here selling themselves, but suddenly a slutty bitch shows up and says she only sells her skills and not her body. If this slutty bitch doesn't have a backer, she will definitely be rejected.
The Brotherhood's trump card is this gun-swinging technique.
But right now?
Sloan stared gloomily at the scene in front of him, which was divided into several screens, showing the chaotic scene outside.
In these pictures.
The sound of gunfire rang out continuously, and although the firepower sounded fierce, almost every second, a cannon fodder fell to the ground. Sometimes, there was even more than one cannon fodder.
If it weren't for the gun-flipping technique, Sloan would have dared to take his own head off.
Can...
Where did he learn it from?
Sloan thought so in his heart, but now this is no longer the point. The point is that the war is about to extend here.
The killer outside was an intern after all. Seeing that the other side was only one person, while their number was decreasing one by one, they were retreating towards this side while fighting.
reason?
After the Audi R8 exploded just now, a corner of the city wall collapsed, completely blocking the gate of the textile factory.
Just then.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
"What's going on?"
Sloan felt the vibration under his feet and was slightly stunned.
Locke threw away the remote control in his hand, feeling the three explosions that sounded in succession not far from the textile factory. He smiled, walked out of the bunker, and looked at the intact camera: "Now, close the door and beat the dog!"
He said he would take down the textile factory directly.
Locke has always taken his promises very seriously.
Sloan looked at the remote control that Locke had thrown away in the surveillance video, and Locke who was looking at the surveillance video and making a throat-cutting gesture. His face suddenly became darker.
Three seconds after he heard the explosion, he figured out the answer.
The escape route was blown up.
"Good, very good!"
"I want to see how you can destroy my fraternity by yourself!"
Sloan laughed in anger. After realizing that he had no way to leave, he opened the drawer and took out a pistol that he hadn't used in many years. He looked at the people in the office and said in a deep voice, "Kill him!"
The repairman and others turned and left with expressionless faces.
The sound of loading pistols rang out continuously!
"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 69!"
"Enemy count remaining on the battlefield: 68!"
"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 65!"
The moment the people from the textile factory chose to enter the building, it was basically like a turtle in a jar for Locke.
I love this game!
The moment Locke entered the textile factory, the prompt for the mission "Destiny is in My Hands" popped up instantly.
At the beginning, the number of remaining enemies on the battlefield was 196.
And now...
Killing one is a sin, killing ten thousand is a hero!
"I am invincible!"
"Bang!"
Locke raised his eyebrows.
The Silver Dancer fired a bullet, knocking down the swerving bullet, then dodged to the side and licked his lips.
It's not even enough. Guess it's a little late to join.
Locke thought so in his heart.
Appear.
His eyes instantly fell on a killer who was leaning against a cover on the second floor with his ankles exposed.
"Bang!"
With a flick of his right hand, the golden bullet drew a gorgeous arc in the air in an instant, and then, with a bang, like the effect of a burst bomb, after a scream, it directly shattered the man's ankle.
"ah!"
The repairman's ankle burst, and he fell to the ground, roaring: "F…"
"Bang!"
Before he could finish his words, the second bullet hit him instantly. Without any nonsense, it blew his head off cleanly and sent him to hell to report to Mephisto.
"Enemy count remaining on the battlefield: 49!"
Locke raised the corner of his mouth and started harvesting mode again.
By the time they arrived at the scene, the killer trainees were already scared out of their wits. After all, some of them had only been in the business for a month or two, and some of them had probably never killed a human or even a chicken.
"Sloane!"
Locke looked at the old black slave who flashed by on the third floor, threw a bullet at him, and shouted, "Wait for me, I'm coming soon!"
Sloan: "…"
at the same time!
New York City, Brooklyn!
The Audi R8 with the license plate LKNB was stopped ten minutes after it was discovered.
but...
Kate arrived at the scene before George, opened the trunk, looked at the empty trunk and the fat driver with dirty clothes, who looked more like a newly-minted homeless man than a killer, and suddenly realized something was wrong.
"George."
"I'll be there in five minutes."
"We were deceived, not the sin hunters."
Kate walked to the back of the Audi R8, squatted down, and with a swish, she directly removed the license plate: "The license plate is also forged, fake, and Locke is not here either."
"What?"
George, who was driving to Kate's side, was stunned when he heard this.
Next second.
It was like a flash of lightning exploding in George's mind, and he suddenly realized something.
This is the bait!
"Squeak!"
George stepped on the brakes, turned around on the spot, and said on the intercom: "This is the bait, hurry up, go to the textile factory, the evil hunter's target is the textile factory!"
"...good!"
Kate Beckett was also stunned. After replying, she looked at the homeless man pinned to the ground and said to the two police officers, "Take him back to the police station."
The homeless man was almost dumbfounded: "Officer, this is none of my business. Someone gave me $100 to drive this car around. I don't know anything about it."
but...
It's no use what the homeless man says, because no one has the time to take care of him now.
"Attention all units!"
"Hurry to the textile factory!"
"The Crime Hunter might be in the textile mill."
Just then.
Suddenly, a message came from the 911 call center: "Sir, someone just reported that there was a large-scale gunfire and explosion in the textile factory!"
It's confirmed!
George's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stepped on the accelerator again, roaring towards the textile factory.
Damn it.
Crime Hunter.
I will definitely catch you this time!
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