At this moment, inside the textile factory, the atmosphere is a little subtle.

In front of them, a corpse was placed.

The owner of this corpse is none other than Wesley, their exclusive tool maker specially produced for crosses.

Originally, Sloan's plan was to use Cross's remaining affection and scruples to train Cross's son Wesley, and then use him to kill the betrayed Cross.

But who would have thought.

Last night, Cross shot his only son, Wesley, with his own hands.

This is undoubtedly bad news for them.

From now on, they no longer have any trump card against the cross.

And the cross that shot his only son and eliminated his last weakness with his own hands also cut off his last trace of humanity.

Such a cross will undoubtedly become more terrifying.

And almost certainly.

They forced him to kill his only son, Cross, and he would definitely take crazy revenge on the textile factory.

Given the opponent's strength, the Assassin Brotherhood will be in big trouble next.

"Damn."

Sloan, the leader of the Assassin Brotherhood, cursed with a gloomy face, then looked at the eight regular employees who knew how to throw guns, including the repairman and the pharmacist in the office, and said, "Is the notification going down?"

Fire Fox nodded.

"I have asked all members who are out on missions to suspend their tasks and return to the textile factory."

The gunsmith also spoke after hearing this: "I have also arranged manpower at various locations in the textile factory. Once the cross dares to appear, dozens of guns will shoot at the same time, and he will definitely be beaten into a sieve."

The butcher on the side played with the butcher knife in his hand and said in a cold voice: "I'm just afraid that he won't show up, but he plans to kill us bit by bit."

As soon as the butcher's words came out, several other people in the room fell silent.

What the butcher said is obviously what they are most worried about.

Textile manufacturers have a great business, and even if they keep their people for nothing for ten or eight years, they will be fine.

But it’s impossible for them to really hide in the textile factory for ten or eight years.

At this time, the pharmacist standing at the end of the crowd moved his mouth a few times, just when he wanted to speak.

Boom!

With a violent explosion, the textile factory's city gate-like gate burst open instantly.

Boom!

The fragments of the door were thrown in like bullets coming out of the barrel.

Immediately, several members of the textile factory who were hiding behind the door were shot into sieves.

Sloan, Fire Fox and others heard the sound and immediately looked out the window.

At this time, fierce gunfire rang out from all over the textile factory, and the flames gushed out, seeming to engulf the truck that broke through the gate.

Zhizhizhi!

At this time, the screams of a group of mice suddenly reached the pharmacist's ears.

The pharmacist, who was trembling in his heart, looked out the window at the rats pouring out of the truck like crazy, his pupils shrank sharply, and then he yelled: "Be careful, those rats have bombs on them..."<

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Boom boom boom!

Almost at the same time as the pharmacist finished speaking, some of the bullets shot out at an angle happened to land on some rats with bombs tied to their bodies, and then detonated those bombs in advance.

The next second.

Continuous explosions sounded wildly in the textile factory.

While the textile factory was being exploded one after another, it was in chaos.

A figure took advantage of the chaos and rushed into the textile factory.

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At the same time as there was chaos in the textile factory.

According to the prompts in the crystal ball, I found the address of the textile factory on the Internet, and took a car to Aylin and Gwen near the textile factory.

I was immediately startled by the sudden explosion.

Immediately afterwards, they heard deafening gunshots coming from the textile factory.

This intensity of firepower directly changed the expressions of Aylin and Gwen.

"Something big happened."

Aylin whispered something and pulled Gwen back quickly.

At this time, Gwen, listening to the gunshots not far away, seemed to understand why, according to Aylin's divination, there was a way to remove Helen's scar in this textile factory.

Such a fierce exchange of firepower almost exceeded the firearms firepower of a New York Police Department.

How can a textile factory with such powerful firepower be a simple textile factory?

Listening to the deafening gunshots not far away, Gwen shook his head and said:

"No, I can't leave, I have to tell dad what's going on here!"

As she said this, Gwen took out her mobile phone, ran to the corner and dialed George's number.

While Gwen was making the call, Aylin frowned slightly as he looked at the textile factory not far away where gunshots were ringing loudly, but in fact, the gunshots were weakening rapidly.

What's going on?

The speed at which the cross killed the killers in the textile factory was much faster than Aylin's divination.

Keep going at this speed.

The New York Police Department officers probably didn't even have time to rush to the scene, and the cross might have completely destroyed the entire textile factory.

Of course, it is also possible that he was killed by the textile factory.

But in that case, no matter what the outcome is, Aylin's plan will not be easy to implement.

"Sure enough, isn't divination omnipotent?"

Aylin sighed quietly and looked at Gwen who was still on the phone next to her, urging George.

While she wasn't paying attention, he deliberately walked up to her and snapped his fingers.

"Crack!"

Use the hypnotic techniques in spiritual Mahamudra.

After planting a psychological hint for Gwen to stay where he was and hide, Aylin took advantage of Gwen not paying attention and quietly ran towards the textile factory not far away where the sound of gunfire was gradually extinguished.

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Using the secret escape passage hidden in Mr.

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After opening the small door hidden in the secret passage.

Aylin found that the inside of the textile factory was filled with smoke.

The ground and stairs were littered with the corpses of humans and mice, and the bright red blood formed pools of blood directly on the floor of the textile factory

"Who?"

After walking a few steps, Aylin heard a loud shout, and then a bullet quickly shot into the cabinet where Aylin had just been hiding.

With the clown's agility, Aylin dodged and easily dodged the incoming bullet, then flicked his wrist.

Throw the gun!

The bullet came out instantly!

"Bang!"

The bullet drew a graceful arc in the air, passed directly over the obstacle in front of Aylin, and then blasted into the head of the killer who shot Aylin.
Chapter completed!