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Chapter 88 High-Frequency Consumables - Hand Grenades

Depend on!

MLGB.

Before Erin could explain, Sloan's bullet was already fired.

Left with no other choice, Erin quickly dodged behind a brick pillar, using the obstacle to block the bullets that Sloan had fired earlier.

Taking advantage of the moment when his attention was drawn to Erin, he dodged the bullets and jumped directly to the first floor of the textile factory.

Sloan then turned his attention to Erin, who was hiding behind a pillar.

"Ha, you think a single pillar can stop me?"

With a flick of his wrist, Sloan, who was about to fire, saw seven or eight high-explosive grenades raining down on him like a shower of flowers.

"Fuck..."

The sheer number of high-explosive grenades was enough to terrify Sloan, whose expression changed drastically.

After he embraced the demon, he gained immense power, but he did not gain immortality.

He is still a being of flesh and blood.

Being hit by a bullet from the cross will cause injury.

Being bombarded by such a high density of high-explosive grenades would mean being blown to bits.

With a powerful push off the wall behind him, Sloan leaped swiftly towards the first floor outside the stairs.

"A good opportunity."

Hiding on the cross on the first floor, he saw Sloan take off the moment he was in mid-air and immediately fired.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Three bullets, arranged in a triangular pattern, were fired at Sloan's head and vital organs, including his heart.

"not good."

When Sloan caught a glimpse of the cross out of the corner of his eye, he realized something was wrong, but being in mid-air, he had no way to use it to dodge.

boom!

boom!

He only had time to fire two shots, and after deflecting two bullets, Sloan's kidney was ruptured by the last bullet.

"Fuck..."

Before a single swear word could be uttered, a deafening explosion resounded throughout the entire textile factory.

Sloan, who was in mid-air, was blasted away by the terrifying shockwave from seven or eight high-explosive grenades.

Amidst the deafening explosion.

A section of the old wall of the textile factory was bombed and collapsed.

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"puff!!!!"

Sloan, who was thrown more than ten meters by the aftershocks of the explosion, opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of dark red blood.

Sloan looked utterly miserable at that moment.

The shockwave from the explosion not only ripped Sloan's internal organs apart, but to make matters worse, a butcher's knife was stuck in the spot where he landed after being thrown by the blast.

Sloan, his flesh and blood colliding with that sharp butcher's knife, had most of his right leg sliced ​​open.

Although Sloan looked terrible, he was still lucky compared to the crosses that were buried by the flames from the explosion and the collapsed walls.

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At the same time that Erin infiltrated the textile factory.

The New York Police Department, whose phone lines were overwhelmed with calls from concerned citizens, also acted swiftly.

The New Yorkers, still reeling from the deafening explosions and continuous gunfire, even sent heartfelt greetings over the phone to the police dispatcher's mother.

Is this still the New York they're familiar with?

Are you sure it's not that extremely chaotic Middle East?

It's been so long since New York has seen such a deafening roar.

Even the most intense gang shootouts haven't produced such a commotion.

Falk.

Is this how the NYPD protects taxpayers?

You bunch of useless trash are wasting taxpayers' money! I'm going to file a complaint against you.

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The New York Police Commissioner, who had received countless phone calls, had turned a deep purplish-red.

It’s over.

Such a major incident occurred in New York, and as the police chief, he cannot shirk his responsibility. If he cannot resolve this matter, he may lose his position as police chief.

In order to preserve their power.

The entire New York Police Department, with its dozens of precincts, was operating at breakneck speed under the command of the Commissioner.

"Attention all units!"

"Attention all units!"

"A high-intensity shootout has broken out at the Brooklyn textile factory. All precincts must mobilize forces and rush to the scene as quickly as possible!"

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Among the various police stations, George, who had received advance notice after being reminded by his daughter, took the lead and drove more than a dozen police cars to the textile factory.

With the engine roaring, George's eyes narrowed slightly, and he floored the accelerator, speeding towards the textile factory.

As George sped along, he prayed frantically in his heart:

"Gwen, please don't let anything happen to you!"

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Is he still alive?

Erin, who had taken refuge in a room on the second floor long before the explosion, seemed to be looking through the wall at Sloan on the first floor with his deep eyes.

At this moment, Sloan's aura was no longer as strong and dazzling as when he looked into the study earlier; it even seemed somewhat dim, but it still hadn't gone out.

However, the energy flowing through his right leg was forcibly cut off by an external force.

Judging from his appearance, it seems that Sloan's right leg, even if it's not completely ruined, is not far from being destroyed.

What a lucky guy!

But if your leg is injured, then you'll be easy prey for me!

As he spoke, Erin took out all the high-explosive grenades that he had hidden in various corners of his body.

To be honest, Erin managed to get his hands on these high-explosive grenades after searching through "Mr. X's" private armory, and it took him a lot of effort. He never expected that they would be used in a battle so soon.

Mr. X's three boxes of high-explosive grenades are about to be emptied by Erin.

This is being consumed far too quickly.

Hand grenades have become a frequently used item in Erin's hands.

Of course, although it runs out quickly, Erin felt that this thing was indeed useful.

Even Sloan, who was clearly in a bad state and had even suppressed the old man with his strength, was severely injured by a barrage of high-explosive grenades.

The spider-faced creature and Little Abbot that Erin encountered before were also killed by high-explosive grenades.

With this in mind, Erin immediately decided that once this battle was over, he would find a channel to import another batch of grenades.

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After confirming Sloan's hiding place again through his spiritual vision,

In the sunlight, Erin's hands danced in a series of afterimages, almost like acrobatics, as he rapidly hurled one high-explosive grenade after another, totaling nearly ten, towards Sloan's hiding place.

For insurance purposes.

As he threw the high-explosive grenade, Erin also quickly drew his pistol from his waist and frantically pulled the trigger towards Sloan's position, unleashing a torrent of bullets.

"Bang bang bang..."

Upon hearing the whooshing sounds of air being cut, Sloan was about to look up to investigate when Erin's barrage of fire forced him to pull his head back.

With a grim expression and a terrifying murderous intent creeping across his face, Sloan gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, you wait, I'll tear you to pieces."

Just then...

(End of this chapter)