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"Hello, how may I help you?"
"There's a shootout, a lot of gunshots!"
"What is the address?"
"Brooklyn Williamsburg near the City Rail Viaduct 30-31, station 278, along the East River, opposite the
Brooklyn Navy Yard!"
"Okay, sir. Please find a safe place to take cover and wait..."
The police dispatcher followed procedure, wrote down the information, and handed it to the police officer.
"This place..."
However, to the dispatcher's surprise, the officer looked at the address, put the note down, and said, "Alright, you can go back. Just treat it as a false alarm with no follow-up."
"What?" The dispatcher was stunned. "Why?"
"Someone from above gave the order," the officer whispered. "If there's a shootout in that area during this period, just ignore it and don't get involved."
The dispatcher could only return to his post.
He was just a dispatcher; what could he do?
Besides, he had experienced things like this before.
"I'm sorry, sir. After verification, we found that there is no danger at the location you mentioned. It was a false alarm. Since this is your first offense, we have chosen not to pursue it. This call is now concluded. Have a nice day."
"Hello? Hello? I'm telling the truth! Hello?"
The call was hung up.
...
The location of the shootout was precisely where the Fraternity of Assassins headquarters was situated.
At this moment, the gunfire outside had gone from sudden to dense to sporadic.
Sloan knew that the sparse gunshots didn't mean the enemies were being eliminated; it meant the opposite.
The enemies were about to wipe out all of his people.
Through the surveillance monitors, Sloan saw that not only had Fox betrayed the Brotherhood but so had Cross Carlos.
They even brought some of the original assassins from the Brotherhood with them... those people had been swayed!
"Fuck!" Sloan swore.
Before this, he had tried calling the officials he knew.
However, those officials who used to be so deferential to Sloan didn't even pick up his calls this time.
Sloan realized his connections were now useless.
"They must have made arrangements with the higher-ups beforehand, those damned politicians."
Sloan's face was grim. This time, without any hesitation, he pulled out his phone, scrolled to a number he hadn't dialed in decades, and called.
At the same time, Sloan walked directly into the basement and began to evacuate using a pre-prepared secret passage.
In a camp in the Sahara Desert.
A servant brought a phone to a man who was meditating with his eyes closed in the main seat.
The man opened his eyes, took the phone, and after seeing
the name on the screen, a look of contempt appeared on his face. He answered the call anyway.
"To think that the esteemed Assassin Master and leader of the Brotherhood would call me personally I'm truly flattered."
"The Temple Knights have returned." Sloan ignored the ridicule from the Elder of the High Table on the other end of the line and went straight to the point.
Before this, Sloan still had a glimmer of hope.
He wasn't sure how many Temple Knights there were, nor how terrifying their power was.
So, Sloan had only prepared his most loyal subordinates and had sent some of the assassins who were difficult to sway to deal with Fox, all while probing the strength of the Temple Knights.
Only a handful of people had returned with a few pitiful pieces of information: the enemy was very powerful.
They didn't even know how many people were involved.
But now, Sloan knew that even without considering their numbers, the combined force of Fox and Carlos alone was almost enough to wipe out the Brotherhood!
The physical prowess of individuals should not be
generalized, and the same applied to Assassin Masters.
Cheats were one thing, but it depended on who had the stronger ones.
Sloan knew that if he didn't leave immediately, the Fraternity of Assassins headquarters would become his tomb today.
Since he had decided to abandon the headquarters and flee, Sloan was no longer concerned with status and called the High Table's Elder directly.
"What kind of joke are you playing?" The Elder naturally knew what the Temple Knights were. "Are you sure? The Temple Knights?"
"I'm very sure," Sloan replied. "They've already attacked the Brotherhood, and we've suffered heavy losses!"
"...Where are you now?" The Elder realized the seriousness of the situation. "How many of them are there?"
Although the Fraternity of Assassins had few members,
each of them was a powerful cheat, and the organization could be considered a very strong force.
The fact that they had still suffered heavy losses, to the point that Sloan had called him personally, meant that the Temple Knights' power was not to be underestimated!
The Elder thought to himself.
Sloan hadn't told the Elder all the details, which caused the Elder's judgment of the situation to be flawed.
This was exactly what Sloan wanted. He now wished to portray the Temple Knights as being as powerful as possible, as that would garner more attention from the Elder and make himself more valuable.
"I'm leaving through a secret passage now, and I'm not sure how many people there are."
"Go to the New York Continental Hotel first. I'll send people to meet you there."
The phone call ended. The Elder looked into the distance
at a yellow line that was starting to expand and draw closer.
"The wind is rising..."
...
In the air, two bullets collided, deformed, and fell.
This extremely rare occurrence was happening almost every fraction of a second during this fight between
cheats.
In other words, it was a battle between gods.
But it was clear that the cheats used by Morin and his team were a little stronger... or a lot stronger.
Finally, the gunshots went from sparse to a dead silence.
All the assassins outside had been dealt with. All that
remained were the ones inside the Brotherhood's building.
The five of them gathered at the door and, with a
coordinated pace, walked inside.
"Wait." Morin stopped in his tracks. The others were stunned and stopped with him.
"What's wrong?" Wick asked.
"I just remembered something important," Morin said very seriously.
Seeing this, the others' expressions became grave as well.
From the beginning of today's operation until now, Morin had been effortless, as if moving through an uninhabited land.
But now, this matter was making him so serious?
It must be very important!
"Yes, this is a very important matter. No wonder I felt something was off from the beginning today. But it's okay, it's not too late now."
Morin nodded. With everyone watching, he pulled out an MP3 player from his clothes.
Everyone: "???"
He played "Back in Black," turning the volume all the way
up. Morin nodded in satisfaction.
"It's a superhero soundtrack. We're missing slow-motion shots, but we can make do with our innate abilities. It's
not a big deal. Let's go!"
"Hey, where did everyone go?"
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