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Chapter 58 New York Lighted Up

After yelling, Erin didn't bother to explain much to Winnie and the others. He immediately took off running towards the side door he had come in through.

The police officers and doctors inside the cold storage were startled by Erin's sudden shout.

Immediately afterwards, they saw Erin's legs almost leave afterimages as he rushed to the side door of the cold storage.

Vinnie, who was about to take out her phone to call Rhine, was taken aback at first, and then seemed to realize something.

Almost at the same time that Erin was about to run out the side door, Winnie let out a deafening roar.

"Everyone, drop what you're doing and leave this place immediately... Quickly..."

The police and doctors, who were already somewhat flustered by Erin's sudden actions and words, didn't waste any words upon hearing this. They immediately dropped everything they were doing and ran towards the narrow side door of the cold storage room.

Those skilled, synchronized movements evoked a strange sense of heartache in the viewer.

Although they didn't know what had happened, in the free United States, where gunfights were a daily occurrence, the instinct for survival was ingrained in their very bones.

Even the most clueless person, after being warned in succession by Erin and Winnie, realized that something was wrong.

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Almost at the same time that Erin and his group started running like madmen and frantically ran out of the cold storage.

Behind the Abbott Refrigeration Company building, just across the street and a few smaller buildings, is the rooftop of another building.

A figure draped in a black cloak gazed into the darkness at the densely packed police officers who had completely surrounded his company, his face grim.

"Damn it, damn it, how did these bastards find my altar so quickly..."

"In the past, these incompetent people in the NYPD would drag out even the smallest things for days, but how come when it comes to me, they..."

"Fuck, my altar, all those spider brides I had prepared, those I had stored up to offer to the Mother of Shadows, are gone now."

Abbott's face, hidden beneath his hood, was incredibly somber at that moment.

Faintly, a blood-red spider pattern appeared and disappeared beneath the furious face of little Abbott, then continued to spread, quickly covering most of his face. Even his eyes gleamed with a blood-red light, making his already gloomy expression appear even more sinister.

It's also become even more... insane.

"It's all your fault! You ruined my bride! You lowly bastards, you'll all be buried with my bride!"

He growled and cursed.

Little Abbott pulled a small remote control from his pocket, pointed it at the Abbott Refrigeration Company building across the street, and boldly pressed the button.

"Die, you lowly mortals!"

With the red button pressed.

The remote-controlled bombs that had been buried around the cold storage during Little Abbott's renovation of the cold storage received a detonation signal with a "beep".

Then, in less than a second, the electronic signal transmitted the detonation command to each of the buried bombs.

next second.

A deafening explosion rang out on 39th Street, which is attached to Eighth Avenue in New York.

Accompanied by this deafening roar that resounded throughout most of New York City, a surge of flames illuminated a large part of the city.

"Splash..."

Around Abbott Refrigeration Company, countless panes of glass were shattered into pieces by the powerful shockwave that followed.

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"Hmph, you got off easy."

Raising one hand to shield himself from the blinding flash of the explosion, little Abbott watched the rising shockwave and sneered.

Then he turned around and stepped into the stairwell on the rooftop, heading downstairs.

The explosion was so loud that it quickly drew the attention of the entire city of New York.

Before that, I must leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

As little Abbott quickly descended the stairs, he couldn't help but think about it.

Since the police were able to find the altar where he held the sacrifice, they will surely find his home as well.

Perhaps someone is already waiting for him to deliver himself to their doorstep.

"Hmph, the company's gone, and I can't go home anymore. I need to find a place to hide."

"How about we go to Hell's Kitchen?"

Apart from Mrs. Helen, who was imprisoned at Abbott's Frozen Foods for wanting revenge on George and Erin, the other women in the cold storage were all eligible women that Abbott had "bought" through Hell's Kitchen.

Therefore, Abbott was no stranger to the chaotic Hell's Kitchen.

Having offended the NYPD this time, Abbott Jr. will need special channels to stay or leave New York, and the chaotic Hell's Kitchen is undoubtedly the best one among them.

Without stopping, they rushed down from the rooftop to the first floor.

Little Abbott pushed open the small door at the top of the stairs and walked out of the building through the side door.

They had only taken a few steps.

"Bang bang bang..."

A series of crisp gunshots rang out right next to little Abbott's ears.

[Oh no, danger...]

Almost the instant he heard the gunshot, alarm bells rang in little Abbott's mind. He quickly covered his head with his hands, stomped his feet hard on the ground, and rolled to the side in a rolling motion.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

However, no matter how little Abbott rolled, the bullets fired at him did not let him go, and the bullets almost immediately followed the point where little Abbott rolled.

Ding Ding Ding!

One bullet after another missed its mark, hitting the brick and stone ground and scattering large amounts of gravel and debris.

Little Abbott felt a sharp pain in his cheek as the shards of rock splashed on his face, as if some scalding liquid was dripping from the wound.

The crimson bloodstains made his face, which was adorned with a blood-red spider pattern, appear even more sinister.

What Abbott found even more unbearable was that he was hit in the right hand by a bullet during the first round of gunfire, and his right hand was now radiating excruciating pain.

The injury to his right hand not only severely hampered Abbott's movements but also prevented him from quickly drawing the pistol hanging on his right hip to effectively retaliate.

This is the most dangerous and fatal thing for little Abbott right now.

"Fuck, damn it!"

(End of this chapter)