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Chapter 84 Abnormality

At the same time as the gun was fired.

With a quick roll, Erin used the cover of gunfire to nimbly move behind another cover.

At this time.

On the first floor of the textile factory, the seven or eight assassins who had survived the cross-shaped area changed drastically upon hearing the commotion and seeing the assassin hiding behind a pillar still getting his head blown off.

Each of them was on high alert.

"Fuck, arc ballistics! Watch out, it's that traitor."

Driven by fear, they frantically poured ammunition towards the spot where Erin had been hiding.

In just a split second, the cabinet where Erin had been hiding was riddled with bullet holes and then shattered into pieces with a loud bang.

Wearing the clown mask, Erin felt her heart pounding wildly and couldn't help but lick her lips.

"This is really exciting!"

Whether it was her nature or the effect of the potion, Erin found herself actually enjoying the thrill.

After straining his ears to listen carefully to the location from which the gunshot rang out, Erin suddenly swung his right hand.

Instantly, one of the assassins who had been frantically firing at Erin's original position stopped in his tracks. The bullets traced a graceful arc in the air and blasted into his head from the left.

In an instant.

But it emerged from the right side of the brain, and then, with undiminished momentum, the bullet blasted into the left side of the second assassin's head, then the third, the fourth...

"boom!"

In an instant, Erin used an arc-shaped projectile technique to directly eliminate the four assassins who were stealthily closing in on them.

Upon seeing that Erin had taken out four of his companions with a single shot, the remaining assassins seemed to recall the fear of being dominated by the cross, their expressions changing drastically as they ran away into the distance.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

He was surprised to see that the other person dared to expose their back to him.

Without hesitation, Erin raised his gun and fired. After a burst of gunfire, Erin sent all seven or eight assassins, who had been terrified by the cross, to hell.

Activate your spiritual vision.

After using his spiritual vision, he fired another shot at the half-dead, not quite dead, assassins on the first floor of the textile factory.

Erin headed towards the depths of the textile factory's first floor, where the sounds of battle were still emanating.

The battle taking place on the first floor is taking place in the slaughterhouse deep inside the textile factory.

Logically speaking, the butcher, who should not have been a match for the cross, raised his twin knives and fiercely suppressed the cross at close range.

Aside from deflecting bullets aimed at his face and heart with the blade, the butcher completely ignored any other bullets fired at him from the cross.

Instead, he lunged forward and frantically slashed at the cross, leaving several bloody knife wounds on its body.

Its immense power and agility, completely disproportionate to its size, directly taught the cross a harsh lesson within the slaughterhouse.

Upon noticing that the butcher seemed strangely oblivious to pain, Cross's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Bang!"

With a flick of his right hand, Cross sent a silver bullet flying through the air in a spectacular arc before shattering the butcher's ankle with a deafening roar from behind.

Although the butcher seemed to have lost the sense of pain at this moment, the shattered ankle completely affected his agile movements.

"Damn it..."

"Bang!"

Before the butcher could finish speaking, a second bullet struck instantly, swiftly and decisively aimed at his temple without any further ado.

Left with no other choice, the butcher swung his knife violently, forcefully deflecting the bullet that was aimed at his temple.

Almost at the same moment he deflected the bullet, another silver-white bullet fired from the cross, like an explosive round, blasted open half of his neck with a loud bang.

"Double flick gun, the legendary double arc trajectory technique! Cross, you did it."

Just as the cross blasted the butcher's neck, a soft voice suddenly rang out beside the cross.

"Why are you still here?"

Looking at the pharmacist he had taken in as a subordinate and who had been acting as his inside man, Cross frowned and asked.

According to the plan, the pharmacist should have already taken advantage of the chaos to leave the textile factory by now.

"I've come to tell you that Sloan, Gunsmith, and Firefox are all in Sloan's study right now. They seem to have set a trap and are waiting for you to come."

Upon hearing this, Cross completely disregarded the trap the apothecary mentioned, and instead coldly said, "Are they all in the study? Good, that saves me the trouble of running around."

As he spoke, the cross glanced at the pharmacist again and said, "You'd better get out of here quickly, or you won't be able to leave once the police arrive."

After saying this, he walked towards Sloan's study without looking back.

With her back to the pharmacist, she seemed completely unafraid that he might shoot her.

Watching the figure of the cross disappear into the distance, the pharmacist's eyes flickered, as if he was hesitating about something, but in the end, he still chose to turn around and leave.

Since Cross betrayed the Brotherhood, they have become increasingly estranged.

Upon hearing that Cross had personally killed his own son the previous night, the pharmacist could hardly believe his eyes.

From that moment on, the pharmacist understood that the cross was no longer the same cross it used to be.

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I just came from the butcher's slaughterhouse.

A flash of silver light suddenly appeared before the pharmacist's eyes, and the next second his hands were severed by a silver-white thread.

"Bang!"

Just then, a crisp gunshot rang out in Erin's ears.

Ailin, whose body leaned back nearly ninety degrees in an instant, dodged the shot, then raised his hand and fired three shots in quick succession towards the slaughterhouse.

Bang bang bang!

Almost simultaneously, three gunshots rang out from inside the slaughterhouse.

Dangdang Dangdang!

Six rapidly spinning bullets collided in pairs in mid-air, scattering dazzling sparks.

Immediately afterwards, Erin saw Cross, whose eyes were unusually cold, walk out of the slaughterhouse.

"I wondered who it was? Turns out it was you, you little mouse, following me."

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Just as Erin unexpectedly encountered the cross.

In Sloan's huge circular study.

Sloan, with his gray hair, was holding a white silk cloth and carefully wiping his blood-covered palms.

At this moment, Fox Fox, along with six other official members of the Assassin Brotherhood, including Gunsmith, had somehow become corpses.

Their bodies were arranged by Sloan in fixed positions.

They each adopted a strange posture, bowing in worship to Sloan in the center of the study.

Blood flowed continuously from the corpses of the six core assassin brothers into a pre-dug groove in the study, slowly gathering into a strange, scarlet symbol.

.........

(There will be more tonight.)

(End of this chapter)