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In the dark night, a black figure was advancing rapidly.

Arkham is not quiet tonight. The gang members of the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce do not want to swallow the bitter pill of today's day. Now they are preparing to take revenge with blood and fire.

Not only did they plan to burn down the mayor's home, but they also planned to burn down the city hall and the arsenal behind it.

They want this idiot mayor to know who rules the entire central area.

Quincy quietly approached Ross's home among the crowd. He was once a killer who fled to Arkham because he was wanted. Then he joined the Hand of Chaos by chance and witnessed the true power of this world.

The great Pope said that he had strong physical fitness and powerful talents far beyond those of normal people. Then after a series of hard exercises and sacrifices, he finally became the superhuman he dreamed of.

He now possesses super strength and speed, as well as perception comparable to that of a beast and a pair of eyes that can see everything in the dark.

Using the Pope's rating system, he now has level 25 strength, and one person can easily destroy a hundred-man special forces force.

Quincy is different from Heim. Quincy is mentally a normal person. As a killer, he can use a variety of assassination and fighting methods. He is not like the crazy Heim who only knows how to rush forward mindlessly.

"That idiot Heim is dead. His existence is simply a discredit to our killer industry." Quincy thought to himself in the night, and casually took out grenades and firearms.

Although he has super strength, he still likes to use hot weapons such as firearms and grenades, because these weapons have a very good effect when testing.

Hundreds of gang members carrying gasoline barrels and firearms gathered on Peabody Street. Suddenly everyone on the street had the good sense to leave and close the doors and windows of their homes.

Most of the lights in front of Los's house have now been turned off, leaving only the light in the study room still on.

So Quincy pulled off the bracelet, and with his arm full of great power, he accurately smashed the window with the grenade in his hand and threw it in.

The shattered window didn't seem to alarm the person inside, but soon, something strange happened.

The grenade that was thrown into the smash... didn't explode?

Throwing this grenade into the study was like throwing a stone into the lake. Apart from a sound, there was nothing.

"It's really extraordinary." Quincy was not surprised by this situation.

If the opponent can kill Heim, it means that the opponent also has a superhuman of around level 20.

Dealing with a grenade is not a problem.

"The troops are divided into three groups, leaving twenty people to burn the place. The remaining people, led by Paul, will burn the city hall and arrest the Darryl family." Quincy ordered.

"clear!"

Immediately, Paul left with seventy or eighty gang members.

Quincy directly ordered his men to throw the gasoline barrels into Los's yard.

He took out another grenade himself and prepared to set it off.

He is used to testing the depth of the opponent before taking action. This is what his experience as a killer tells him.

Under his gaze, a dozen gang members walked over carrying gasoline barrels. When they approached Los's courtyard wall, their bodies suddenly stiffened.

Then, as if they had been bitten by a poisonous snake, these people dropped their gasoline cans and ran over in a panic.

"What happened!?" Quincy asked in a low voice.

At this time, these dozen gang members looked pale and frightened. They covered their ears with their hands and said, "That voice...that evil whisper...no...no! Don't let me hear it!"

Then they suddenly opened their mouths wide, their expressions distorted, and ran wildly along the road, towards the north, and gradually disappeared into the night.

Seeing this scene, the remaining few people had a look of horror on their faces.

The scene just now... was really scary and weird.

Quincy snorted coldly: "Pretending to be a ghost."

As he spoke, he threw the grenade out again, this time in Los's courtyard.

But just when he raised his hand, he suddenly felt like he was in a trance.

When he came to his senses, he found that the grenade in his hand was gone!

"What!?" Quincy's eyes suddenly tightened, and his body tensed up like a frightened cat. He jumped on the spot and jumped four meters away.

"Who!?" He instantly pulled out the dagger from his waist.

In the dark night, where he had just stood, there stood a handsome young man who looked a little decadent and melancholy.

"Hello, Mr. Killer." The young man smiled enthusiastically.

Although this smile was full of hospitality and happiness, Quincy always felt a shudder when he saw the corners of his grinning lips.

"Los Arkham!?" Since Quincy was here to work, he naturally knew what the target looked like.

Ross smiled and nodded: "Since Mr. Killer is here, why don't you go in and have a chat, or have a cup of tea?"

Upon hearing this, Quincy asked in a low voice: "What do you think the killer is!?"

Ross raised his chin slightly and looked at the night sky, seemingly lost in thought.

"good chance!"

Quincy seized the opportunity at this time, swung his arm suddenly, and threw six or seven sharp objects in a row in an instant.

Loss, who was in deep thought, waved his hand and knocked down all the daggers. Then he slowly raised his head and said, "Mr. Killer, it is very impolite to interrupt other people's thinking casually."

Listening to the clanging sound of the daggers hitting the ground, Quincy suddenly felt a shudder. His flying knife attack had never missed. Even Heim couldn't dodge such a sudden attack.

What's more, this guy knocked down all the flying knives casually, which was completely different.

At this time, Los seemed to have figured it out and said to Quincy, "A good hand at giving heads?"

"Then let's see if you have the ability!" Quincy had already felt that this guy's strength was definitely above his own, but now was not the time to show weakness.

Los bent down to pick up the flying knife on the ground, and said after a while, "Your technique of shooting flying knives is good, but it's a pity that you lack a vampire bloodline and smashing my Ledo."

"What vampire?" Quincy said, and took out a flying knife directly here. Just when he raised his hand in a hurry...

Swoosh!

Los waved his hand casually, a flash of cold light flashed, and pierced his head directly.

Quincy's eyes gradually widened, full of disbelief.

He didn't even see clearly when Los raised his hand, it seemed that everything happened in that instant.

Looking at his unwilling look, Los smiled and said: "Dear Mr. Killer, flying knives, this is not how you use them!"

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