Alex gestured with his hand.
Two killers dragged away the priest's corpse.
Then he turned and walked up to the safe.
He emptied all the gold coins inside.
Glancing at his system panel:
[Sand Coins: 27]
Without hesitation, he opened the system store.
[Bulletproof Suits ×50], 2 gold coins — Bought!
[Physical Recovery Serum ×1], 5 gold coins — Bought!
[Killer Recruitment Scroll (White) ×100], 20 gold coins — Bought as well!
At this point, the only discounted item left was [Strength Potion].
Closing the system, Alex first handed the Physical Recovery Serum to Anna.
He didn't need it himself. Maybe it could restore Anna's body to peak condition—one day she might even reach gold rank…
After that, Alex pulled out 38 Intermediate Weapon Crates and 50 Bulletproof Suits from his inventory.
He ordered his men to haul in all the captured weapons from the cars.
Soon, a fully equipped 50-man assassin squad in bulletproof suits with mid-tier weapons stood lined up neatly in the church courtyard.
As usual, Alex inspected one of their attributes:
[Name: Petty Jacobs]
[Age: 27]
[Height: 173cm]
[Skills: Fluent English LV4, Stealth & Disguise LV2, Close Combat LV2, Firearms Mastery LV2, Driving LV2]
[Talent: None]
[Evaluation: A cornerstone-level assassin, easily able to deal with several low-tier killers.]
Overall, their strength had risen a full tier.
At least they weren't going to do anything stupid like poking their heads out of cover while wearing body armor…
This squad would be the main force for tonight's operation.
After tonight—there would be no more Camorra Family in New York!
Of course, before that, there were still a few summoning scrolls he had to use.
Two Blue Talent Recruitment Scrolls and one Gold Killer Recruitment Scroll.
Looking at the three scrolls in his hand, Alex felt a surge of excitement.
But he stayed decisive, silently commanding:
"System, use the Talent and Killer Recruitment Scrolls!"
In the next second—
Two blue, one gold.
Three beams of light flashed.
Three figures appeared before Alex.
Two women and one man.
[Name: Susie Glass]
[Age: 27]
[Height: 168cm]
[Skills: Fluent English LV4, Fluent Russian LV3, Close Combat LV1, Firearms LV2, Driving LV2 …]
[Talents: Operations Management LV4, Command Presence LV3 …]
[Weakness: Her status as a leader figure makes her poor at actual combat.]
[Name: Margarita]
[Age: 28]
[Height: 175cm]
[Skills: Fluent English LV3, Fluent Russian LV4, Close Combat LV3, Firearms LV3, Driving LV2 …]
[Talents: Arms Smuggling LV4, Equipment Supply LV3 …]
[Evaluation: Poor at threat assessment, prefers smuggling over combat.]
Neither were professional assassins—
But both were key characters in their respective films.
One from the TV series "The Gentlemen."
The other from "Fast & Furious: Hobbs & Shaw."
To Alex, both were extremely useful for his upcoming plans.
But what truly thrilled Alex—
Was the quiet man standing in the courtyard, so subdued he almost blended into the background…
[Name: Alexander Duggan]
[Codename: The Jackal]
[Age: 35]
[Height: 184cm]
[Skills: Fluent English LV5, Fluent Russian LV5, Stealth & Disguise LV5, Close Combat LV5, Firearms Mastery LV5, Driving LV5, Hacking LV5 …]
[Talents: Firearms Affinity LV5, Reflexes LV5 …]
[Flaw: His only flaw is that after finishing a contract, if the client refuses payment, he tends to kill the employer as well.]
A top-tier sniper!
Capable of firing from 3.5 kilometers away, pulling the trigger seven seconds ahead of impact—and still landing a perfect kill.
"Mr. Cross!"
The three recruits spoke in unison.
Bowing respectfully before him.
Alex nodded, handing each of them a bulletproof suit and signaling them to get changed.
Duggan didn't bother with modesty.
He stripped and changed on the spot, quick and efficient.
Before Alex could even speak, he strode over to the weapons cache—
Selecting a Beretta 92F pistol, a combat knife, and a TAC-50 sniper rifle.
He loaded and chambered them swiftly.
By the time Susie Glass and Margarita finished dressing and walked over—
Duggan was already fully geared up and combat-ready.
Alex motioned for Anna to pass over the Camorra intel.
Duggan glanced through it quickly, then returned the documents and asked one simple question:
"Mr. Cross, when do we move?"
Alex's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Half an hour from now."