The auspicious time has arrived!
Locke looked at the surveillance footage of the Star Building on his phone. The surveillance footage showed George and a group of police officers rushing to the scene.
It's enough to create a time difference.
Locke put away his phone, activated the induction bomb placed in an escape passage in front of him, and turned to leave.
The Audi R8 was parked quietly on the road near the sewer.
The textile factory used by the Brotherhood as a cover was not very well-hidden. In fact, this building used as a textile factory was a popular tourist attraction fifty years ago.
only...
In the federation, as long as you have money, you can pay to enter not only ancient buildings but even the White House, and it is not impossible to sleep in the president's bedroom.
So Locke's car parked here only attracted the attention of a few waves of employees coming to work at the textile factory, but it did not make them think that there was anything wrong.
Buzz!
The Audi R8 ignited and started, heading towards the textile factory only one kilometer away at a normal speed.
At this moment, the atmosphere inside the textile factory was somewhat subtle.
One good news and one bad news.
The good news, of course, was that the textile factory had also received a piece of news through its own channels, that is, Carlos the Cross was dead and was found dead in his own safe house by the New York Police Department.
Along with the Cross Carlos, who died, also died Wesley, the exclusive tool they produced specifically for the Cross.
The cross is dead, which is undoubtedly good news for them.
but...
The cross was not killed by Wesley, nor even by Firefox, which leads to bad news.
A killer from Texas who calls himself Wushuang and is also known as the Crime Hunter is targeting them.
"We are not familiar with this Wushuang at all!"
"We haven't had any dealings."
"and..."
The repairman looked at the factory manager, Sloan, and said in a deep voice, "Over at the Continental Hotel, we received a reply from Wushuang last night. He refuses to communicate with us at all!"
After the fast and furious scenes that shocked most of New York City were reported, the textile factory immediately tried to resolve the matter through dialogue after receiving the good news.
After all, a single cross was enough for the textile factory to handle.
An unparalleled assassin who directly killed the cross?
Especially right now.
The New York Police Department seems to have set its sights on the textile factory, and at this critical juncture, the textile factory is in a passive position.
But the peerless assassin refused to make any communication.
even.
Sloan lowered his head and looked at the black "notice" in his hand!
『Name: Brotherhood』
"Crime: intentional homicide, falsely claiming destiny..."
"Execution!"
This card was suddenly found by an employee at the door of the textile factory fifteen minutes ago, and he brought it in hurriedly.
"snort!"
Sloan sneered and looked up at the eight regular employees in the office, including the repairman and pharmacist, who were skilled in the art of wielding a gun. "Has the notice been sent out?"
The repairman nodded and was about to speak.
boom!
Accompanied by a loud explosion, the gate of the textile factory, which was like a city gate, was instantly broken. With a loud bang, the fragments of the gate flew in like bullets.
Sloan, the repairman and others immediately looked out the window.
He is here.
"Wow!"
Locke put down the 40mm firearm that he had urgently purchased last night and exclaimed in amazement: "This power is quite impressive."
He originally wanted to buy the individual rocket produced by Stark.
but...
It is true that Stark products are of high quality, but Stark products are also expensive.
Locke had no money, and besides, he pursued practicality far more than brand, so the arms dealer introduced him to the Type 40 rifle from the East Country of this world.
Cheap and easy to use.
Plus, buy three get one free.
"Squeak!"
Locke aimed another Type 40 round at the textile factory with its door wide open. The next second, he pulled the trigger. The Type 40 round instantly dragged a long flame, like a wild bull with its tail on fire, and rushed directly into the textile factory: "Boom!"
In an instant.
The dazzling fireworks instantly rose into the sky!
The alarm in the textile factory was sounded instantly.
Next second.
Boom boom boom boom!
On the fortress-like wall of the textile factory, the killers working in the textile factory transformed themselves into soldiers and appeared on the wall. They raised their guns and shot quickly at an Audi R8 that was speeding towards their crystal.
In an instant.
This Audi R8 instantly turned into a hornet's nest.
only...
The Audi R8, which was about to be scrapped in an instant, did not stop its speed. However, after its tires were broken, the Audi R8 did not enter the textile factory as planned, but crashed directly into the city wall next to the gate.
bite!
The big gift package in the trunk of the Audi R8 made a dinging sound after being hit.
Next second!
Boom!
Accompanied by bursts of screams, a corner of the textile factory's wall collapsed instantly, and the killer standing on it was swallowed up by the flames that shot up into the sky.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"What?"
"He's coming in."
"Three o'clock!"
"quick!"
"Thump, thump, thump!"
While using the Audi R8 to attract the attention of the textile factory, Locke had already gone directly through the textile factory's secret escape passage and went directly into the interior of the textile factory in the opposite direction.
Countless bullets bombarded the wall where Locke was hiding. In just a moment, at least more than a pound of weight had been scraped off Dabai.
"The firepower is intense!"
Locke, wearing sunglasses, felt his heartbeat and couldn't help licking his lips. Holding his infinite version of Silver Dancer, he exhaled: "I like it, come on!"
Turn around.
Locke's eyes instantly took in the dozen or so killers who were firing continuously and closing in on him.
The bullet fired!
Throw the gun!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The first killer froze in place. The bullet drew a graceful arc in the air, piercing his head from the left, then exiting from the right. Without stopping, it pierced the left side of the second killer's head without losing momentum...
In an instant.
By the time the two bullets, which had entered from the left rear, collided in the air, the dozen or so killers who were coming with such force had already fallen to the ground and were going to hell to report to Mephisto.
Locke rolled over and went directly behind another shelter.
"Fuck!"
"He can sling a gun!"
"Notice!"
"Shit!"
"Is he one of ours?"
"…"