Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
In a spacious hall of a textile factory, there is a loom that takes up a huge space. Even though there are corpses everywhere outside, the loom is still working diligently.
Destiny Loom!
Brotherhood, the most solid foundation of its existence.
But right now?
"Bang!"
"Oh, damn it!"
The door was broken down, and Sloan, who was bent over, cursed angrily and rushed into the room. Without even looking, he fired a gun at the person behind him.
"Duang!"
"hehe."
Locke dodged to the side, then looked at the bullet that landed on the wall. He walked out again, brushed off the dust on his shoulders from his dodge, and adjusted his shirt. "Sloan, you've become the factory director, and you haven't practiced your skills in a long time. Your shooting skills are not good enough."
『Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 6 people!』
Locke walked towards the room Sloan had just escaped into with an expressionless face.
Next second.
Raise the gun and point it back!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"puff!"
A killer who had just stretched out his pistol from the ventilation duct was hit directly on the head by a bullet that pierced through the ventilation duct. With a muffled thud, he fell directly into the ventilation duct.
Locke turned around, shook his right hand, and took out a sweet potato.
Open.
Throw out.
With the gun-swinging technique, it's not just bullets that can turn corners.
Sweet potatoes are also fine.
Ding Dong sound.
The sweet potato fell directly on the corpse in the ventilation duct and exploded instantly under the gaze of the killers who were trying to climb onto the roof from the ventilation duct!
boom!
The ventilation duct exploded, and blood and minced meat rained down.
"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 1!"
"Oh!"
Locke turned around again and entered the room where the Loom of Destiny was stored.
"Bang!"
"…"
Locke stood there, his head tilted to the side, watching the bullet hit the threshold. Then, his gaze fell on Sloan, who was lame on one leg and holding a special blue pistol. "Do you want me to give you another chance?"
Sloan raised his hand and fired a shot.
"Bang!"
"ah!"
Locke walked over with one hand in his pocket, wearing sunglasses and holding a gun in one hand. Seeing a big cut on his palm and Sloan about to pick up the gun with his left hand, he kicked Sloan aside and said, "Forget it, I'm in a hurry."
Sloane looked up at Locke.
"Why?"
"Oh."
Locke lowered his head and smiled, then looked at Sloan: "Guess!"
He will always maintain his identity.
Let Sloan die to understand?
Why should I let him die with a clear conscience?
These days, there are many people who die in the Federation without clear explanations. Why can't Sloan do the same?
"Ledger!"
"snort!"
Locke smiled and shook his head, put away his pistol, and waved his right hand. The Gurkha knife that he had purchased last night appeared with a cold glow.
Next second!
Locke raised his sword and slashed it!
"ah!"
Sloan screamed and broke out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, both hands were not broken.
Locke muttered to himself, grabbed Sloan's left hand, turned around without looking back, walked to the center of the loom of fate, and snapped Sloan's left hand on it.
bite!
After a crisp sound, the part that seemed to be integrated with the textile machine made a click, as if it had triggered a switch, and popped out.
Catch the eye.
A thick account book and a stack of bank cards lay quietly inside.
even...
There are also two bundles of Franklin.
"What a pleasant surprise."
Locke cleared out everything inside, opened a black plush bag, looked at the sparkling things inside, and then suddenly, he exclaimed, raised his eyebrows, and threw the things in his hand directly into his inventory.
As for the account book?
Locke flipped through the account book in his hand, walked back to Sloan, and threw his left hand to Sloan: "Thank you."
Finished.
Locke found the page that the Red Devil wanted, and with a ripping sound, he tore it off.
Sloan, sweating profusely, almost spoke through his teeth. Looking at Locke's actions, he seemed to understand: "It's Raymond..."
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Enemy remaining on the battlefield: 0!"
Locke put away his gun and looked at Sloane, who held his head high, and smiled: "You guessed it yourself, I didn't tell you, but you can die without regrets."
At least, in a sense, Sloan knew why he died.
"Why!"
"I'm still too soft-hearted."
"bite!"
"Mission accomplished (The destiny is mine!)"
"Settlement in progress!"
『Task Reward: "Achievement Points*39200", "Potential Points*39200"』
"Pre-task (My Destiny is My Own, Not God's) Rewards: "Achievement Points*2000", "Potential Points*2000", "Treasure Refresh Ticket*1""
Hidden Mission (Solo Meeting): "Achievement Points*5000", "Potential Points*5000", "Treasure Refresh Ticket*1"
『Current status refresh:』
『Name: Locke Broughton (Sole Player)』
『Achievement Points: 57500 (can be used to purchase items in the Achievement Mall)』
Potential points: 59500 (can be used to upgrade your own skills)
"Talent: Toughness (Level 3): Your physical fitness and recovery ability will be greatly improved."
"General skills: Driving (Advanced), English (9th grade), History (9th grade), Mathematics (9th grade), Chemistry (10th grade), Shooting (Intermediate), Sniping (Advanced)..."
"Extraordinary Skill: Spear Swinging (Blue Quality) Intermediate: Your spear skills are ordinary, straightforward and uninspired. However, yours are fancy and extremely deadly!"
『Current mission: None!』
"Nice!"
Locke raised his eyebrows and felt like he was about to be sublimated.
Both achievement points and potential points exceeded 50,000.
This was something that had never happened in the sixteen years since he came here.
really.
New York is indeed the place where my dragon was born!
I like.
Locke glanced at the dead Sloan and turned to leave. However, just as he left the room of the Loom of Destiny, he heard the sound of an alarm getting closer and closer from outside.
So fast?
Locke raised his hand and glanced at the time on his watch.
All right.
Not that fast.
He was a little slow.
Originally, according to Locke's prediction, this battle would be resolved in forty-five minutes at most. In that case, the secret prediction should be able to easily escape the New York Police Department.
But he timed out.
but...
The New York Police Department did arrive a little too quickly.
Locke walked to the window, glanced at the police cars that were beginning to increase in number at the entrance of the textile factory, and raised his eyebrows.
never mind.
Fortunately, I came prepared.
…