Chapter 12 Attack on textile mills

"What people? Although so much had just happened inside the textile mill, the gatekeeper did not leave his post, and asked warily, with his hand on the gun he hid at his waist, as Anthony and his men drove towards him.

"Kill your men!" The car didn't stop. Gin rolled his side of the window open. Boom, it was a shot!

From the other side, Anthony looks at the two men who have been shot by Gin and says with satisfaction, "The League of Assassins has a really good arc ballistics, which makes me more excited about what's next."

And the cross also looked at the gin with fear on the side. In just a few days, he mastered the arc ballistics of the League of Assassins, and he used it so pure green that he was not inferior to himself. He was really a very terrible person. Now can only hope that in the future and he is not the enemy, otherwise there is a headache.

Clang, the car without a pause directly crashed open the door of the textile factory, the outside is empty, there are several did not rush into the textile factory to see what has just happened killers see this situation, have taken out guns to prepare for the future enemy will be under the gun.

Unfortunately, their action is not fast enough, because they are facing the cross, once the first master of the League of Assassins, and have learned their skills, Conan world Black Organization ace killer Gin Wine!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bullets dance with rain of blood, gunshots with wailing! In a short moment, the gin and the cross, with their two guns, had harvested the lives of these men.

"Monsieur Carlos, Gin, please," smiled Anthony as the car stopped.

Carlos nodded, then opened the door and got out of the car with both guns. Gin, on the other hand, paused for a moment, gave Anthony a worried look and said, "Boss, you're okay here alone."

"Don't take me for a defenseless common man. Don't forget that I've seen blood and killed people!" There is a bloodthirsty smile on Anthony's young face, and there is never a shortage of bloodshed in the struggle for power, especially the alternation of power in the gang.

Although Anthony seems to have taken over his father's gang smoothly, during this period, Anthony's hands are also stained with a lot of enemies' blood, and even several of them are executed by Anthony himself.

And because of the lottery to get the ability to dream, Anthony's mental attributes seem to be greatly improved, so that he mastered some things more easily. So although Anthony is young now and looks like he has a gentle look, he is also a good killer.

"Well, the boss, I'll go," said Gin, nodding his head. Then, equally armed, he opened the door, got out of the car, and walked bloodily into the textile factory.

"Still not strong enough ah!" Antony's eyes flashed with envy as the figure of Gin moved toward it in a menacing manner.

Ten steps to kill a man, a thousand miles not to leave! Not only the sword can do it, but now the guns can also do it. Heavily armed gin and crosses enter the killer headquarters, which is disguised as a textile factory, and face the killers who have not yet woken up from the effects of the newly acquired infrasound weapons, brandishing their two guns and gradually harvesting their lives.

"Motherfucker! Is this the headquarters of a killer organization that has been passed down for more than a thousand years, or there are many elites who can temporarily suppress the bad state of being affected by that event with their own firm will. In the face of the sudden attack, force a counterattack. But they're not just people, they're really top killers who have mastered extraordinary skills.

In the face of the counterattack of these top killers, the cross several side slide step, just like the game, the bullets are scattered, and then the air dance a circle with two guns, the bullets show a variety of strange arc around the layers of obstacles and bunkers, the elite who still have the ability to fight back one by one!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Gin responds to the oncoming attack in a different way than the Cross, gun to gun, bullet to bullet! One by one, the bullets flying toward him are directly exploded by the gun in his hand, showing a different kind of violence aesthetic! Then in the enemy's astonishment, the bullets in the gun directly hit the opponent's forehead!

As they gallop side by side, they use their guns to harvest all the life in sight. In the middle of the textile mill, Gin is about to harvest the life of a man in his sight, but his gun is held down by the cross. To Gin's surprised eyes, the cross explains in a low voice, "He is mine."

His man? No wonder he's been fighting with the League of Assassins for so long, and getting better at it. It turns out he has eyes in the League. Gin took one look at the two men, gave them a slight nod, and proceeded to harvest the lives of the others.

"What about it, Ivan?" The cross seems to have a really good relationship with the other person, and throws down the gin and goes over to help him care.

The man named Ivan saw that it was a cross, so he relaxed his spirit and said with a pale face, "I don't feel so good. I want to throw up!"

Ivan said the situation of the cross is very familiar, because he has personally tried this kind of taste. In the face of this situation, the Cross had no good solution for a while, for Antony had also said that even he, the owner of this weapon, could do nothing but recover gradually by time.

"By the way, Carlos, Wesley is down in the repair room, I don't know if he's been affected, but you should go and have a look," Ivan, after a slight pause and seeming to feel more comfortable, began to tell the Cross the information he was most concerned about.

The cross nodded, ready to leave, as if unsure of his friend: "Are you all right?"

"Hehehe, don't worry about me, don't forget, I'm in charge of logistics now, but I'm also a killer at heart," Ivan smiled, and then, as if remembering something, warned, "By the way, be careful when you meet Wesley. He thinks you killed your father."

"Got it," said the Cross, his mouth twitching as he tried to fire more shots at Sloane.

The cross put down his friend, nodded to the gin he had seen nearby, and headed toward the restoration room from memory.

Bang! Gin's last shot, an arc ballistics, takes out two stragglers who stay outside. Now there are only a few senior cadres inside, Qin Wine looked at the two worlds separated by a door, with a ferocious smile on his face.

I hope those senior cadres can bring him some fun, otherwise this trip is really too boring!

On the other side, several senior cadres are also covering their heads that have not recovered to try to make their consciousness more clear, while holding guns in readiness.

Below the textile mill, in the restoration room, two men, Crucifix and Wesley, also began a father-son game. It's just that Wesley is in a terrible state due to the effects of the infrasound weapon, so there's probably no suspense here.

Anthony, on the other hand, is in the car, monitoring the situation through his gin connector: "By the sounds of it, all the fish should be cleared. So that leaves us with a few tricky characters."

Gin, of course, heard Anthony's voice here. His eyes seemed to be looking through the other side of the door, and he said with a grim smile, "Don't worry, boss, they might have been a problem for me before, but now it's different. I'll clean it up soon!"

"Well, I look forward to your good news."