The night was deep.
But Mores had no intention of sleeping.
Although he didn't like killing.
That didn't mean he didn't yearn for slaughter.
But he was a businessman.
So, killing was something his subordinates did.
And he just needed to watch.
Just like today.
A rainy night was the best funeral for Nolan Locke's little girlfriend.
Just as he was enjoying himself.
With a loud bang.
The Villa's door was suddenly broken open.
Mores was stunned for a moment, then his face changed drastically.
He immediately pulled out the pistol he never left his side.
As soon as he got the pistol, he saw a figure appear at the door.
Behind that person, there seemed to be something else.
But he couldn't see clearly.
"Mores, tell me... where is your Irish Gang headquarters?"
"You are Nolan Locke!
How could you be here?"
He was suddenly terrified.
He would never forget Nolan Locke's voice.
Nolan was wearing the Delta 6 Rapid Power Suit.
The armor was wrapped from head to toe.
He didn't want to capsize in the gutter here with Mores.
"I'm asking again, tell me, where is your Irish headquarters?"
"What a joke!"
Mores fired without hesitation.
But this shot only produced a string of sparks.
The next instant, Nolan rushed directly in front of him.
He grabbed him by the neck.
"Mores, I'll give you one last chance.
You should know that in this World, there are many ways to extract secrets from someone's mouth.
I believe you must not have undergone truth serum training."
Just as Nolan was speaking.
A Killer walked up to him.
Mores was still hesitating.
"Killer 3, break one of his fingers!"
Nolan said coldly.
Killer 3's blade swung.
He wasn't in the mood for things like truth serum.
Accompanied by screams.
Mores's face was terrified.
Half of his palm had been cut off!
Killer 3 didn't have such high intelligence.
But Nolan didn't care at all.
"Where is the Irish headquarters?"
Seeing that Mores didn't answer, Nolan immediately spoke again.
"Break another one!"
"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"
Mores screamed.
Although he was part of the Irish Gang, he was just a businessman.
But...
It was already too late.
The Killer ejected its blade without hesitation.
In just an instant, Mores's entire palm fell off.
"I'll ask again!"
This time, Nolan had just opened his mouth.
Mores roared out the location of the Irish Gang.
Getting the answer, Nolan revealed a cold smile.
He smiled weirdly and said:
"I didn't want to kill people, you know, this World is very complicated.
Not only are there ordinary people like us, but there are also some very troublesome guys.
I just want to live well, I don't want to cause any trouble.
Because there is a perverted woman who likes to touch the gem on her chest, who can predict everything in the future.
But..."
Nolan grabbed Mores by the neck.
The Delta 6 Rapid Power Suit's battery pack provided him with immense strength.
In just an instant, he severed Mores's neck.
It wasn't until Mores's eyes gradually lost consciousness that his final voice sounded.
"Why did you force me...
Why!"
Nolan's expression gradually twisted.
This damned World, it was clearly just a business dispute, why did they always want to kill people!
Damn the Irish Gang!
Noah threw Mores's body to the ground.
"Since you provoked me, after today, the Irish Gang, just like those Aryans, will all disappear!"
With a loud bang.
Thunder rumbled!
Heavy rain poured down.
Nolan walked into the downpour.
Even through the Delta 6 Rapid Power Suit, he could feel the intensity of the rain.
Finland Cooley!
You'd better not let me catch you!
At this moment.
Inside the Irish Gang headquarters.
Finland Cooley was calculating the time.
"Why haven't they come back yet."
He frowned.
Calculating the time, the people who went to find Jessica Jones should have returned by now.
After thinking for a moment, he called Mores.
Listening to the ringing tone on the other end, but no one answered.
Finland Cooley's face was gloomy.
At this time, Mores couldn't possibly not answer the phone.
It seemed Mores was in trouble.
Who did it!
They had conducted a detailed investigation into Jessica Jones's information.
After all, she was just a little girl from Hell's Kitchen.
Most of the information was no secret to them.
That little girl couldn't possibly have such ability.
Was it the person behind Nolan Locke?
He felt he had guessed the truth.
"Gather everyone, Mores is in trouble, I'm afraid someone will be coming for us next."
Finland Cooley sneered.
"Yes, boss!"
Someone immediately went out to notify.
Soon, many sleepy Irish were gathered.
Everyone held firearms in their hands.
This was the foundation of the Irish Gang.
It wasn't that simple to occupy a place in Hell's Kitchen.
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Force was the top priority!
When Nolan arrived at the Irish Gang headquarters.
A five-story building was brightly lit.
Inside, figures could even be vaguely seen moving around.
The building door was tightly shut.
Everyone was on high alert.
"It seems they are prepared."
Nolan's eyes were cold.
But today, he was here to kill.
"SAR-1 Combat Robots, open fire!"
The next instant, the more than twenty SAR-1 Combat Robots standing behind him spewed out fierce tongues of fire.
These Combat Robots were developed for war.
An iron gate?
Like paper!
In just a few seconds.
That iron gate turned into a sieve.
Nolan took a deep breath.
"Charge!"
He roared.
Then his body began to rush towards the iron gate.
The moment he got close.
He threw a punch with a bang!
Accompanied by an explosion.
The already dilapidated iron gate fell to the ground.
Revealing the bewildered Irish behind it.
The next instant,
Two Killers, and dozens of SAR-1 Combat Robots swarmed out!
At the same time, countless palm-sized robots surged towards the building along various routes.
Tongues of fire spat.
Killers charged.
Nolan stood in this mechanical ocean.
Watching this slaughter feast.
Gunshots accompanied the thunder.
Tongues of fire were like The Flash.
Blood, was like the pouring rain.
Rooftop.
Finland Cooley's heart tightened.
"It's started downstairs?"
"Don't worry, boss, there are over thirty brothers downstairs, no one can rush up."
The gunshots only lasted for half a minute.
Then stopped completely.
Finland Cooley and the others had strange expressions.
Were those enemies perhaps coming to their deaths.
Daring to attack the Irish Gang.
They were wiped out in less than a minute.
Perhaps only a few people came.
Just as a few people couldn't help but sneer.
The door was suddenly knocked open.
A terrified Irish man rushed in.
"B-boss, monsters, mechanical monsters!
Those monsters have wiped out all the brothers on the first floor!"
Hearing this.
Finland Cooley's face froze.
Then he grabbed a firearm from the side.
"It seems, the people this time are not simple.
Bring out our big guns!"
He roared.
A strong man immediately carried out a box.
Finland Cooley had a ferocious smile on his face.
This was the city center after all, he didn't want to use these heavy weapons.
But since someone was seeking death, he couldn't be blamed!
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