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Chapter 86 New York Needs Textile Mills (Subscription Request)
It turns out that as long as the firepower is strong enough, bullet time is not enough.

At the critical moment, the Cross people instantly turned on the bullet time, and everything around them went into slow motion.

But they sadly discovered that there were too many bullets fired at them. Although they intercepted many of them with their guns, dozens or even hundreds of them still broke through the defense line and hit them.

[Congratulations to the host for killing the killer Cross of Textile Factory No. 17 and obtaining 100 points]

[Congratulations to the host for killing Mr. X, the killer at the No. 17 textile factory, and obtaining 100 points]

[Congratulations to the host for killing the No. 17 Textile Factory Killer Firefox and obtaining 100 points]

[Unlock the series of tasks to destroy the No. 8 Textile Factory, current progress 9/]

"Is there any fish that slipped through the net?"

Tommy came to the bodies of the killers with a gun.

After watching carefully, he found that one of them was a little abnormal. It kept floating up and down, as if there was something hidden underneath.

He kicked the corpse away, and sure enough, the guy hiding underneath was Sloan, the leader of Textile Factory No. 17.

Old people become cunning, and old horses become slippery.

The first time Sloan saw Tommy, he realized that something was wrong, but before he could escape, a metal storm of bullets came towards him.

With no other options, he could only grab Firefox and hold it in front of him, using his men's bodies as shields to protect him.

It’s a pity that the firepower of Gatling gun cannot be resisted by physical body alone.
In less than a second, Firefox's body was beaten into pieces, and Sloan, who was hiding behind her, was also seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Looking at the armored man in front of him, Sloan gasped in pain, making a hissing sound in his throat.

He didn't understand what blood feud this guy had with him and why he had to pick a fight with him.

But suddenly, a flash of electricity passed through his mind, and he remembered what had happened in the forbidden area before.

"You...you are Tommy Vercetti?"

"Oh, you can still recognize me even when I'm dressed like this?"

Tommy was a little surprised. "I almost wanted to spare your life. Unfortunately, your head is worth 100 points."

Sloan didn't understand anything about points.

However, this time he completely believed the prophecy of the loom of fate, and at the same time, he was filled with regret in his heart.

Now it seems that Cross was right and he was the real clown.

But his realization came too late.

The darkness before his eyes grew thicker and thicker, and death had already embraced him.

Soon, Sloan, lying on the cold ground, completely left the world and fell into endless darkness and silence.

[Congratulations to the host for killing Sloan, the leader of Textile Factory No. 17, and obtaining 100 points]

[Completed the series of tasks to destroy the No. 17 Textile Factory, and received an additional 200 points]

[Current points: 1900]

Murder and set fire to the gold belt, repair the bridge and repair the road without corpses.

In the case of the United States, this statement still makes some sense.

He worked hard to run his business, but in the end he didn't earn as much as this vote.

It was just an organization of killers with a little bit of superpowers, but it provided him with 1,100 points.

Combined with the gains from the previous times, his points skyrocketed to a huge 1,900 points.

I almost won the prize twice.

The only regret is that organizations like this that pose little threat but can gain a large number of points are extremely rare.

It would be wonderful if New York had a hundred No. 17s.

After completing several mission objectives, Tommy walked deeper into the textile factory.

Along the way, he encountered many fleeing killers, most of whom were easily dealt with by him.

He was too lazy to pay attention to those who ran too far.

He had ordered Franklin in advance that as soon as he heard gunshots in the textile factory, he would lead Franklin's men to surround the place, block all exits, and kill anyone he saw. With these fairly thorough arrangements, Tommy could now stroll around the textile factory so leisurely and search for the fate loom.

Anything related to fate always has a lot of magic.

He really wanted to see how magical this destiny loom in the textile factory was.

What kind of effect can it play in his hands?

However, what is more surprising is that as the storage point of the Loom of Destiny, the security facilities in this forbidden area are far fewer than he imagined.

Apart from a door with a combination lock, there is no other means of protection.

In terms of security, it is not even as good as the safes in rich people's homes.

Tommy thought about it and felt that this made sense.

With so many killers in the textile factory, it is the tightest line of defense.

Moreover, unless the invaders are people who know the details, ordinary invaders do not understand the value of the Loom of Destiny. Even if someone breaks in here, they will not waste time on an outdated machine.

The key point is that this destiny loom is too old. It is unknown which century it came from. Not to mention moving it, it will almost fall apart if it is touched.

Looking at the loom of fate, Tommy wondered where to start.

Before coming, he specially learned relevant knowledge and quickly learned how to weave a piece of cloth.

With the knowledge from the movies, he began to decipher the prophecy hidden in the cloth.

But no matter how many times he tried or how many times he changed the fabrics, the information he got in the end was all garbled.

"That shouldn't be the case. Could it be that this thing recognizes its master and it won't work if someone else does it?"

But whether this destiny-spinning machine is useful or not, it has little actual value to him.

After all, he didn't need a prophecy to know who posed a huge threat to Earth.

The Hand that had been at odds with him before, the Ten Rings that kidnapped Tony Stark, the Chitauri army that invaded Earth a few years later, and the robot crisis Ultron...

With the memories of his past life, he can "predict" by himself and does not need this destiny-spinning machine at all.

From this perspective, this loom is of no use.

Thinking of this, Tommy summoned his revolver and dismantled the loom violently. After taking away some parts at random, he used the Gatling gun to completely destroy the Loom of Destiny.

Although he didn't see what was so magical about this thing, he might be able to figure it out in the future.

He couldn't take the entire machine away, but he could still take some parts away.

With the parts of the destiny loom in his pocket, Tommy left this forbidden place, walked out of the textile factory, and left in his Ferrari.

Soon after he left, a huge fire broke out in the textile factory.

Fire can purify everything and destroy everything suspicious.

The previous financial building was located in the city center, and if an explosion occurred, it would attract a lot of attention.

Because the keel at the bottom of the building is very important, Tommy did not choose extreme methods.

But this textile factory is different. It is located in a remote area and there are not many people around.

Even if a fire occurs, no innocent people will be harmed.

He had already thought of an excuse for the police, either the car was in disrepair or the circuits were aging.

Or maybe the rats chewed through the wires, causing the fire.

In short, as long as you want to find a reason, there are plenty of excuses.

Moreover, he had already asked hackers to help him break into the surrounding surveillance systems to ensure that everything was foolproof.

Even if the New York police found something wrong when they inspected the scene after the fire, it wouldn't be a big deal.

There are so many superheroes and so many supervillains in New York.

There are so many unsolved cases, it doesn’t matter if there is one more or one less.

There's nothing we can do about it, this is the world of American comics.

(End of this chapter)