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Chapter 83 Firefight (Seeking first subscription)

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the textile factory was somewhat subtle.

A corpse lay before them.

The owner of this corpse was Wesley, a special tool they produced specifically for the cross.

Originally, Sloan and his team planned to use the remaining familial affection and reservations of Cross to train Cross's son, Wesley, and then use him to kill the traitorous Cross.

But who could have imagined it?

Last night, Cross personally shot and killed his only son, Wesley.

This is undoubtedly bad news for them.

From now on, they will no longer have any trump cards against the cross.

By shooting his only son, he personally destroyed the cross that was his last weakness, and in doing so, he also severed his last shred of humanity.

Such a cross will undoubtedly become even more terrifying.

And it's almost certain.

Driven to desperation, Cross killed his only son and will undoubtedly launch a furious revenge against the textile factory.

Given the opponent's strength, the Assassin Brotherhood is about to face serious trouble.

Damn it.

Sloan, the leader of the Assassin Brotherhood, cursed under his breath with a grim expression, then looked at the eight full-time employees in the office—including the repairman and the apothecary—who were skilled in gun-flicking techniques, and asked, "Has the order been given?"

Fox nodded.

"I have ordered all members who are out on missions to suspend their current tasks and return to the textile factory."

Upon hearing this, the gunsmith chimed in, "I've already positioned men in various locations throughout the textile factory. If the cross dares to appear, dozens of guns firing simultaneously will surely riddle him with bullets."

The butcher standing to the side, toying with his cleaver, said coldly, "What I fear is that he won't show up, but instead plans to wear us down little by little."

The butcher's words immediately silenced the others in the room.

The point the butcher made was clearly their biggest concern.

The textile factory is a large and powerful enterprise; it could support these people for ten or eight years without any problems.

But they couldn't really hide in the textile factory for eight or ten years.

At this moment, the pharmacist standing at the end of the crowd moved his mouth a few times, just as he was about to speak.

boom!

With a loud explosion, the textile factory's gate, which resembled a city gate, was instantly smashed open.

With a loud bang!

Fragments of the door flew in like bullets being fired from a gun.

Several textile factory workers hiding behind the door were immediately riddled with bullets.

Upon hearing the sound, Sloan, Firefox, and the others immediately looked out the window.

At this moment, intense gunfire erupted throughout the textile factory, and the gushing flames seemed intent on engulfing the truck that had broken through the gate.

Squeak!

Just then, the squeaking of a group of rats reached the pharmacist's ears.

The pharmacist, his heart skipping a beat, looked out the window at the rats swarming out of the truck. His pupils contracted sharply, and he roared, "Watch out! Those rats are carrying bombs..."

Boom boom boom!

Almost as soon as the pharmacist finished speaking, some of the bullets fired at an angle landed on rats strapped with bombs, detonating them prematurely.

next second.

A series of explosions rang out wildly inside the textile factory.

Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the series of explosions at the textile factory.

A figure rushed into the textile factory amidst the chaos.

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At the same time, the textile factory was in chaos.

Following the clues in the crystal ball, they found the address of the textile factory online and traveled by car to Erin and Gwen, who were near the factory.

I was startled by the sudden explosion.

Immediately afterwards, they heard deafening gunshots coming from inside the textile factory.

This level of firepower caused Erin and Gwen's expressions to change drastically.

"Something terrible has happened."

Erin whispered something and quickly pulled Gwen back.

At this moment, Gwen, hearing the gunshots coming from not far away, seemed to understand why, in Erin's divination, there was a method to remove Helen's scars in this textile factory.

This intense exchange of firepower almost exceeded the firepower of a single New York Police Department precinct.

With such powerful firepower, how could a textile factory be a simple textile factory?

Hearing the deafening gunshots from not far away, Gwen shook her head and said:

"No, I can't leave. I have to tell Dad what happened here!"

As she spoke, Gwen took out her phone, ran to a corner, and dialed George's number.

As Gwen made the call, Erin frowned slightly as he looked at the textile factory not far away, where gunfire was raging, but in fact, the gunfire was rapidly subsiding.

What happened?

The speed at which the cross dealt with the assassins in the textile factory was far faster than Erin had predicted.

At this rate...

The New York Police Department officers probably wouldn't have been able to get to the scene in time, and the cross could have completely wiped out the entire textile factory.

Of course, it's also possible that he was killed by the textile factory.

However, in that case, no matter what the outcome, Erin's plan would be difficult to implement.

"So, divination really isn't a cure-all?"

Erin sighed softly, glancing at Gwen beside her, who was still on the phone, urging George on.

Taking advantage of her inattention, I deliberately walked up to her and snapped my fingers.

"Clatter!"

Utilize hypnotic techniques from the Great Seal of the Mind.

After giving Gwen the mental suggestion to stay put and hide, Erin took advantage of Gwen's inattention and quietly ran towards the textile factory where the gunfire was fading away.

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Using the secret escape route he had found hidden in Mr. X's memories through divination, Erin, wearing a clown mask, went against the grain and secretly sneaked into the textile factory from the exit.

After opening the hidden small door in the secret passage.

Erin discovered that the textile factory was filled with the smoke of gunpowder.

The ground and the stairs were littered with the corpses of people and rats, and pools of bright red blood formed directly on the textile factory floor.

"Who?"

After walking a few steps, Erin heard a low, seemingly strong but actually weak shout, and then a bullet swiftly shot into the cabinet where Erin had just been hiding.

With the Joker's agility, Erin dodged the incoming bullet with a quick movement and then flicked his wrist.

Shot!

The bullet left the barrel instantly!

"Bang!"

The bullet traced a graceful arc through the air, passing directly over the obstacle in front of Erin, and then blasted into the forehead of the assassin who had fired at Erin.

After being promoted to Joker, Erin was able to successfully use the Assassin Brotherhood's signature technique, the Arc Ballistics.

(End of this chapter)