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What? Someone actually dared to invade the car company at this time? Isn't he afraid of our Black Organization's bullets?

Pisco, who had previously said that the car company's internal defense was foolproof, felt a little embarrassed.

He didn't expect that someone would dare to break into the car company and commit crimes. Even the dozens of peripheral members of the organization who were transferred here might not be a match for the attacker!

Pisk sat up straight, grabbed the walkie-talkie and asked loudly.

"How many attackers were there? What weapons did they use? What were their origins?"

There were continuous gunshots coming from the other end of the intercom, like the sound of a submachine gun.

This reminded Piske of the submachine gun he kept in the safe in the security room, and he felt a little uneasy, but he repeated his question into the intercom again.

"Tell me! How many attackers were there? Answer my question right now!"

There was no need for Pisk to repeat the question a third time.

He said in horror as the peripheral member on the other end changed.

"Only one person!"

One person?! One person could break into a heavily guarded car company?

When Piske heard this, he couldn't help but gasp.

This was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard in his life. This was not a movie or a special effects drama. These gunmen were also strictly trained peripheral members of the organization. How could they be beaten like this?

He was about to ask how it was done, but he heard the peripheral member continue speaking.

"The attacker was wearing a black coat and sunglasses!"

"It's the urban legend of 'half-human, half-ghost, the best gunslinger' that recently appeared in Beika Town! He's too fast, too strong, and too terrifying! Our bullets can't even hit him!"

"It's not so much that the man is faster than the bullet, but rather that our bullets are circling around him!"

Ridiculous, really ridiculous!

How could an urban legend of a small town like Mimihana have such a strong power?

Pisk's expression changed.

He suddenly felt fortunate that for safety's sake he had mobilized the organization's peripheral members to be his protectors. Otherwise, if this urban legend had come in alone.

He will definitely not see the sun the next day!

"Mr. Pisk, I'm going to fight this so-called urban legend!"

Ireland stood up and drew his pistol from the buttstock, affirming.

"The peripheral members were unable to capture and kill him because they lacked a leader who could lead them, a gunman who could fight against that urban legend! And I can fill this gap!"

"Leave this matter to me. Tonight is the end of this urban legend!"

Watching Ireland confidently leave the office with a pistol.

Pisk couldn't help but feel a little panic in his heart.

It seems that even if the elite of the organization's action team in Ireland took action personally, he would not be a match for the urban legend.

He quickly picked up his phone and called a member of the organization he didn't want to contact.

Didi————Didi————Didi————

"what's up?"

A cold, emotionless voice sounded.

But one can vaguely sense a hint of impatience from the owner of the voice.

This is inevitable because at this moment, the person on the other end of the phone is carrying out an extremely difficult task.

He is investigating where Shirley went after she mysteriously disappeared from the pharmaceutical company's laboratory!

Yes, at this moment, it was Gin who was talking to Pisco!

The ace of the Black Organization's action team and one of the organization's senior cadres.

If the Black Organization is an extremely sharp knife, then Gin is the indispensable tip of the knife, which is so sharp that it can even remove the rust on the blade, making the knife more perfect!

"Pisk, if you can't explain why you came to me, then I can promise."

"Even if the boss doesn't want me to attack you, I will make you pay dearly for disturbing me. I can promise you that!"

Gin sat in the passenger seat of his beloved car, his eyes scanning the streets of Beika Town outside the window.

Vodka, who was driving, didn't ask any questions. As a deputy, he knew when he should speak and when not to speak.

This is the indispensable potential for being the ace deputy of the action team.

"…Urban legend? You were forced to ask me for help by a killer from a small place?"

Gin's voice was filled with surprise as he asked in disbelief.

He was about to refuse outright, but suddenly felt a little uneasy.

As if this local urban legend killer could really pose a fatal threat to him.

The killer's intuition is always accurate.

Gin's intuition told him that if he didn't help Pisco deal with this urban legend now, and the urban legend turned around and dealt with him, he would most likely die.

"Interesting, Pisk, ten minutes."

"You just need to hold on for ten minutes, and I'll be able to help you downstairs at your car company."

He said.

"If you can't even hold on for ten minutes, then you'd better die."

"Saving that kind of trash is such a waste of my time!"

beep----

The phone hangs up.

Pisk's face was gloomy.

As a veteran of the organization, when had anyone dared to speak to him like that?

This Gin really relies on the fact that he is the ace of the action team and is trusted by the organization's boss, and he is becoming more and more lawless!

However, since Gin has agreed to help, everything will be fine once Gin arrives at the scene.

He should go down and help Ireland too.

This urban legend was more dangerous than he had imagined.

It must be handled properly.

Otherwise, he will definitely become a big threat to the organization in Tokyo in the future!

Just do it.

Pisk stood up, took out a pistol from his pocket, and walked out of the office as well.

Prepare to join forces with Ireland to deal with Nara Hikaru.

As for where Ireland is now?

He was on the lower floor, leading many peripheral members to search for Nara Hikaru's location!

Chapter 12 I don’t believe that with so many of us we can’t kill him alone!

"Damn it, where did he go? Why can't I find him?"

Ireland's face looked extremely grim.

He never imagined that this local urban legend had become so troublesome.

No wonder the peripheral members of the organization were so scared when they mentioned this guy.

They can no longer even see the shadow of the man in black!

"Find him for me, you must find him!"

"I just don't believe that with so many of us we can't kill him!"

As a member of the organization's action team with a code name, Ireland's words still had some effect.

Many peripheral members of the organization were cheered up when they heard Ireland's words.

They felt that as a code name member, Ireland's strength was far superior to theirs. If they couldn't deal with the local legend, it might not be impossible to let Ireland deal with it!

However, just as Ireland uttered his harsh words, he heard a disdainful voice.

"You can't kill me, but you want to kill me just with these people? That's ridiculous."

Nara Hikaru's voice came from all directions, as if it were everywhere.

"In my opinion, you're not even as threatening as the bandits in the mountains!"

He spoke with extreme confidence, as if he was stating a fact.

But for Ireland, this is a great humiliation!

What mountain bandit could possibly compete with the well-trained peripheral members of the organization whose marksmanship surpassed that of ordinary people?

What's more, these peripheral members of the organization are led by the powerful him personally!

Ireland's face darkened.

He glanced at the broadcast on the wall and spoke directly.

"Follow me, the man in black is in the broadcasting room!"

"I want to see whether this half-human, half-ghost guy is a human or a ghost! Even if he is a human, I will turn him into a ghost today and bury him completely in this car company!"

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of footsteps quickly echoed in the internal corridor of the car company.

Ireland took the lead and rushed towards the broadcasting room.

When he reached the door of the broadcasting room, he kicked it open, rolled over, and rushed into the room.

The pistol's crosshairs quickly swept across various places inside the broadcasting room.