Chapter 13 League of Assassins All Gone

Inside the Brotherhood's headquarters, a few senior officers in a room separated by Gin stand guard with guns, trying to muster up their energy.

"Assholes! Who the hell is out there? How many are there? ' 'shouted the butcher, holding a gun in one hand and a knife in the other.

The repairman's side was also sullen, with a gun and said: "No matter who, what organization? As long as we pass this, they are dead!"

'All right, shut up! Fox thundered, "Don't cheer up, let's get through this first!"

Gin also knows that the next opponent is no match for the minions outside, so he first changes his guns with some special bullets and attaches a bayonet to one of them.

Surveying his surroundings, Gin noticed what appeared to be an iron cabinet not far away. Gin looked at it and had an idea.

"Come on!" he said. Gin, who began to control the rapid heartbeat, went into a transcendent state while adrenaline raced. In this state, the attributes of his whole body improved qualitatively.

He stepped back a few steps, took a running position, pushed off hard, and rushed towards the room like an arrow leaving the string. The force was so great and the speed was so fast that it even rolled up some things around it, and the concrete floor where the gin was just placed was also pushed out by the reaction force of the gin just pushed out a crack about a meter in diameter.

In a blink of an eye, Gin rushed to the iron cabinet he had just seen, and grabbed the seemingly heavy cabinet in his hand with one hand. Then, without any pause, with one forceful throw, the iron cabinet hit the door of the room like a heavy cannon ball!

Boom! In the blink of an eye, the metal cabinet crashed against the door of that room. With a roar, the door of the whole room was smashed to pieces, and the metal cabinet continued to crash into the room.

In the face of such a violent attack, when the cabinet had just crashed into the room, those heads were still not too awake, and some senior cadres who had turned their heads began to shoot back. For a moment, bullets rained down and banged against the metal cabinet.

'No! It was the best of the best of the killers in the room, and it immediately clicked that something was wrong. Just as they are about to change the direction of their attack, Gin follows them in, following the metal cabinet.

A mistake of the double gun, a dance of the body, the bullets in the gun will be out of the chamber, rowing a variety of beautiful arc like precision guided missiles, to the key point of several senior cadres in the room.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three bullets went straight to the head, and three senior fraternity officers were killed by Gin's gun before they even had a chance to fight back.

Of course, there were hits, and of course there were no rounds to finish the job. The butcher in a critical moment, directly throw the gun with the knife, concentration, direct evil knife a split, will be the gin gun issued by the special bullet directly split into two!

Forbes, on the other hand, slid and turned, like a willow swaying in the wind, avoiding the bullets that hit her directly.

The last man alive turned out to be a repairman. Faced with a bullet coming at him, his choice of method was exactly the same as the way Gin had responded to it, except that in the recent infrasound state, he was not as good as Gin. He fired several shots in his hand, and only then did the Gin hit the bullet.

There were fish under his gun, of course, Gin also saw it. Before landing in the air, he directly danced a circle in the air, adjusted the direction of attack, and the bullets came out again and continued to hit the three surviving killer elites.

The three men were the best of the best. Faced with Gin's bullets again, they all knew that they could not continue to be tired to deal with his attacks. The counterattack must begin! Because once you suddenly fall into the rhythm of this unknown master, the next life and death will not be up to you.

His rhythm must be disrupted, even at a price, and the three League of Assassins' top cadres are tacitly beginning to show off their abilities.

The butcher is going straight to the top, going out of his way to stagger slightly so that he can take a shot in a non-vital part of himself, but also before the body, swinging the knife at Gin.

Fox side is the same, forced to suppress the infrasound affected by the discomfort, and then make their heart beat faster, secrete a lot of adrenaline, legs pushed, waist swaying like the wind like catkins, directly in place to form five or six of their own residual shadow. Not only was the gin being attacked by bullets, but the five or six of them were as if they were entities, and five or six bullets were being fired at the gin at once.

The repairman was almost lucky. Just when he tried to fight back, the after-effects of the infrasound suddenly disturbed the frequency of his heart. As a result, he did not escape the gin bullet, and his right eye was directly shot by the gin, and he fell to the ground directly.

In the face of the attack of the Butcher and Fawkes, two League of Assassins masters, Gin did not flinch at all. The bayonet-mounted pistol of the other gun swung its sharp knife directly at the Butcher, and the bullets of the other gun swung directly to meet the five bullets fired by Fawkes on the other side.

Ding-dang! Bullets clash here first, and Gin's current marksmanship, though greatly strengthened in this world, has entered the point of magic. But Fawkes is not a vegetarian either, and the flight curve of the five bullets is small, but it is also strange and unpredictable. Only four of the shots fired by Gin stopped them, and one of the fish slipped through the net in a strange arc and killed the gin.

Boom! Fox's bullet was about to hit Gin Dow, and within a hair's eye, Gin's gun was loaded again, and twice! One went straight for the bullet that was close by, while the other went straight for Fawkes's forehead.

Baaaah! Fox's forehead explodes straight and the Gin Lane bullet hits the bullseye!

On the other side, the butcher's blade is blocked by Gin's single hand. In the face of continued unforgiving, the long knife in the hand of the wild dance, like lightning constantly split over the butcher. When one of Gin's boots stepped, the tip of the shoe revealed a sharp blue blade! Then, taking advantage of both hands to block the butcher's attack, he bent one knee and picked, and the blue blade sliced through the butcher's skin.

In the midst of a struggle, the butcher turned blue and died.

"SHH ~" Seeing the senior cadres of the League of Assassins who have finally solved the room, even the city of Gin wine can not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Checking again, Gin found that there was no problem, and began to report through the liaison to the Anthony wire in the car: "Boss, it is safe."

"Yeah, I'll be right there," Anthony hung up the connector and stepped out of the car to look at the old textile mill. "It's harvest time. I hope you don't let me down."