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"Everyone is facing the same situation now: if Nolan Locke doesn't die, no one will be better off."

“That’s right, the question now is how we deal with him,” Crow continued, following Campbell’s lead.

"perhaps……"

The group was unaware that while they were speaking...

Nolan had arrived at the warehouse entrance.

I saw those familiar luxury cars parked at the entrance.

Nolan sighed.

"That's true, they don't leave out a single one."

I never expected that the company's major shareholders would be so united in wanting me to die.

He suddenly felt conflicted.

It's no big deal if one person dies.

All dead...

Even a fool would know something's wrong.

"Gentlemen, we do not know the power behind Nolan Locke."

"In my opinion, we should find some professionals to do this," Crow said in a sinister voice.

Hear this.

Their eyes lit up.

Makes sense.

Although they all have some connection with local gangs.

But compared to gangsters, wouldn't it be simpler to find an assassin at this time?

"In that case, I'll go find someone."

Klaus spoke up; since it was his suggestion, he should naturally take charge.

at this time……

"That's a brilliant idea."

A round of heartfelt applause rang out.

Everyone's expression changed drastically at the same time.

"Nolan Locke!"

……

Chapter 8 The Loom of Destiny

These guys have finally learned their lesson.

If only they had hired a professional hitman.

How could Nolan possibly have survived?

Later, due to greed, he not only acquired the first sum of money to rebel.

Furthermore, they were given two months to recover.

"Damn it, which of you is being followed!" Campbell's face darkened.

Nolan gave him a mocking smile, tapped a few times on his laptop, and a button-sized robot jumped off him.

Campbell looked grim.

He stomped hard on the monitoring robot and crushed it.

The faces of the group were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Such a precise micro-robot couldn't possibly have been created by Nolan Locke himself.

They even doubted that Stark Industries might possess this level of technology.

"kill him!"

Crow was the first to react.

Nolan Locke must die; they are mortal enemies.

It's incredibly foolish of Nolan Locke to come knocking on his door now.

You should know that they all have bodyguards around them.

The bodyguards didn't hesitate at all.

One of the scarred men charged straight at Nolan.

Nolan's expression remained unchanged.

"Alpha Killer, eliminate the threat!"

As Nolan's voice faded.

Three Killer robots, which had been hidden on the roof of the warehouse for a long time, suddenly jumped down.

Scarface, who was charging toward Nolan, was crushed to death by a Killer.

"What kind of monsters are these?!"

Campbell and his companions were greatly alarmed.

Nolan said with amusement:

"These are the products I use to get in touch with the military and become an arms dealer. If you don't do this, they will make you a lot of money."

Unfortunately, now... it is your Grim Reaper.

As he spoke.

The three killers have already taken care of the bodyguards.

The killer was not equipped with ammunition.

Because they don't need it.

They are the most terrifying assassins.

Close combat is their greatest weapon.

The Alpha Killers, which even the Aryan Brotherhood couldn't defeat, were clearly beyond the capabilities of these few bodyguards.

In the blink of an eye, the bodyguards were all killed by the killer.

Campbell and the others looked terrified.

They seemed to know why the Aryan Brotherhood had run into trouble.

Fear, regret, and a host of other emotions swept through their minds.

If they hadn't dealt with Nolan Locke.

Perhaps they all have the opportunity to become the top capitalists in the United States.

But now, it's all over.

Nolan's expression remained calm.

Only a dead enemy is a good enemy.

A moment later, Nolan walked out of the warehouse.

The night view is beautiful tonight.

On the port viaduct, out of his sight.

A man licked his finger and then adjusted the sniper scope in his hand.

"The wind has a significant impact, but it's alright; those are really great toys."

Unfortunately, perhaps I asked for too little money.

Even though I'm just here to earn some extra money, it's really hard to be satisfied.

He comes from an organization called the Brotherhood.

Normally, they kill according to the instructions of the loom of fate.

But that income was too little, so he had to go out and earn some extra money.

He was slightly disappointed.

But it's just a regret.

For an assassin, the most important thing is credibility.

Earning a little less is a way of showing kindness to our customers.

next moment.

boom!

Gunshots rang out in the night sky.

A sniper bullet, spanning a distance of over a thousand meters, was fired at Nolan.

This was a sniper kill beyond visual range.

Moreover, the bullet's speed far exceeds the speed of sound, coupled with his marksmanship.

Nolan Locke is dead!

But the next moment, his expression froze.

Because in that instant, he saw Nolan Locke crouch down.

The bullet that should have pierced his forehead struck the container behind him.

boom!