These guys finally learned to be smart.
If they had hired professional Killers from the start.
How could Nolan have survived?
Later, because of their greed, not only did they give him the first sum of money for resistance.
But he also got two months to recover.
"Damn it, who among you was followed!" Campbell's face was grim.
Nolan gave him a mocking smile, tapped a few times on the laptop in his hand, and a button-sized robot jumped down from him.
Campbell's face was grim.
He stomped hard on the monitoring robot, crushing it.
Everyone's faces were filled with surprise and uncertainty.
Such a precise miniature robot couldn't have been made by Nolan Locke himself, could it?
They even suspected that Stark Enterprise might not have this level of technology.
"Kill him!"
Crow was the first to react.
Nolan Locke must die, they were already mortal enemies.
Now that Nolan Locke had delivered himself, it was simply foolish.
After all, they all had bodyguards with them.
The bodyguards didn't hesitate.
One of them, with a scar on his face, charged directly at Nolan.
Nolan's expression remained unchanged.
"Alpha Killers, eliminate the threat!"
As Nolan's voice fell.
Three Killers, who had been hiding on the warehouse roof for a long time, suddenly jumped down.
The scarred man charging at Nolan was directly crushed by a Killer.
"What are these monsters!"
Campbell and the others were greatly alarmed.
Nolan said playfully:
"These are the products I use to get through to the Military and become an arms dealer. If you hadn't done this, they would have made you a lot of money.
Unfortunately, now... they are your grim reapers."
While he was speaking.
The three Killers had already dealt with the bodyguards.
The Killers were not equipped with ammunition.
Because they didn't need it.
They were the most terrifying assassins.
Close combat was their greatest weapon.
The Alpha Killers, which even the Aryan Brotherhood couldn't fight against, were obviously not something these bodyguards could handle.
In an instant, the bodyguards were all taken down by the Killers.
Campbell and the others' faces turned pale with fear.
They seemed to understand why the Aryan Brotherhood had trouble.
Fear, regret, and various other emotions flashed through their hearts.
If they hadn't gone against Nolan Locke.
Perhaps, they all would have had a chance to become the top capitalists in the entire United States.
But now, everything was over.
Nolan's expression was calm.
Only dead enemies are good enemies.
A moment later, Nolan walked out of the warehouse.
Tonight's night was beautiful.
On the elevated port structure he couldn't see.
A man licked his finger with his lips, then adjusted the scope of the sniper rifle in his hand.
"The wind is affecting it a bit, but it doesn't matter, those are really nice big toys.
Too bad, did I ask for too little money?
Although I'm just here to earn some extra money, it's really hard to be satisfied."
He came from an organization called the Brotherhood.
Normally, they killed according to the directives of the Loom of Fate.
But that income was too little, so he had to come out and earn some extra money.
He had a slight regret.
But it was just regret.
As a Killer, the most important thing was credibility.
Earning a little less was just like sending warmth to the customer.
The next instant.
Bang!
A gunshot echoed in the night sky.
A sniper bullet, crossing a distance of over a thousand meters, shot towards Nolan.
This was an over-the-horizon snipe.
And the bullet's speed far exceeded the speed of sound, coupled with his marksmanship.
Nolan Locke was dead for sure!
But the next moment, his expression stiffened.
Because at that moment, he saw Nolan Locke squat down.
The bullet that should have pierced his eyebrow shot into the container behind him.
Bang!
There was an explosion.
Nolan's pupils contracted slightly.
He saw the bullet hole on that container.
If he hadn't squatted down, that bullet would have definitely blown half his body apart!
The Killer was a professional Killer!
An alarm bell rang loudly in Nolan's heart.
Locke Company,
Charles, who had been busy all night, held a cup of coffee and looked towards the port.
"Nolan, don't blame me, I couldn't help it..."
Then he took a pleasant sip of his coffee.
"I'm really getting old, it's time to go home. Tomorrow... is going to be very busy."
Saying that, he put down the coffee and left the company.
Facing a professional Killer.
Nolan didn't even think and ran towards the nearest container.
Hiding behind the container, Nolan breathed a sigh of relief.
The next moment, a bullet grazed his arm.
Looking at his torn clothes.
Nolan felt a chill in his heart, could he still hit like that!
He looked at the surrounding environment.
The location here was quite bad.
Once the enemy stood on a vantage point, they could completely seal off his position.
He had nowhere to hide.
And the opponent's marksmanship was so terrifying it made him feel they weren't normal.
He gritted his teeth.
Nolan took out his computer.
The limitations of weak artificial intelligence were too great.
To perform complex commands, he had to input them manually.
If he had a strong artificial intelligence similar to Red Queen, plus three Alpha Killers, he would just need to watch, and that Killer would be dealt with by him.
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An Alpha Killer suddenly moved away from the container.
The next moment, a sniper bullet hit the Killer robot.
The Alpha Killer's body paused for a moment, then continued to advance.
The Killer's eyes narrowed slightly.
Another shot.
This shot directly hit the Killer's joint.
With a sizzling sound of sparks, Killer No. 1 stopped moving.
Seeing this scene, Nolan was even more shocked.
What kind of person had such marksmanship.
But he had no time to hesitate.
He had to act!
Otherwise, he wouldn't survive tonight.
The mechanical power armor on his back covered his body.
It was a pity.
Even though he had nearly eighty million US dollars.
But the various secondary technologies for the Alpha Killers alone had almost drained him.
And he had bought three Alpha Killers.
Plus the related technology for the tracking button robots.
He only had about seven million left.
To buy this power armor.
He had almost given up all combat functions.
Only retaining basic defense and quick donning capabilities.
Fortunately, his decision was correct, if not for this power armor.
He would be dead right now!
And now, he still had the possibility of fighting back!
Without any hesitation.
He and the remaining two Killers acted almost simultaneously.
The two Killers firmly blocked him behind them.
Seeing his actions, the Killer curled his lip in disdain.
Then shot, and shot again.
After a few shots, Killer No. 2's body was also damaged.
But just at this moment.
The Killer was stunned.
Where was the target person?
Not only that.
The first robot had also disappeared.
Damn it.
That kid.
Could he have run away? His face was grim.
But he didn't know that Nolan had already crept towards his direction.
Run?
If such a dangerous Killer didn't die.
How could he leave in peace!
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