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After yelling, Ailin didn't bother to explain too much to Winnie and the others. He just stepped forward and ran towards the side door he came in from.

The police and doctors in the cold storage were startled by Ailin's sudden roar.

Then they saw Ailin's legs almost running out of the afterimage, and instantly rushed to the side door in the cold storage.

Winnie, who was taking out his mobile phone to call Rhine, was stunned at first, and then seemed to realize something.

Almost at the same time when Ailin was about to run out of the side door, Winnie let out a deafening roar.

"Everyone, put down your work immediately and leave here... Quickly..."

The police and doctors, who were already a little flustered by Ailin's sudden actions and words, didn't waste words when they heard the words. They immediately dropped everything they were doing, spread their legs, and rushed to the narrow side door of the cold storage.

Those skilled and uniform movements made people feel distressed.

Although they didn't know what happened, in the free America, the federal government where gunfights happen every day, the instinct of survival has been engraved in their bones.

Even the most confused people realized that something was wrong after the warnings from Eileen and Winnie.

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Almost at the same time when Eileen and his friends started running and ran out of the cold storage.

Behind the building of Abbott Refrigeration Company, there was only a road and a few small buildings separating it from the roof of a building.

A figure in a black cloak, in the vast night, looked at the densely packed police on the opposite side who surrounded his company tightly, with an extremely gloomy face.

"Damn it, damn it, how come these bastards found my altar so quickly..."

"In the past, these bastards in the New York Police Department would delay solving a small matter for several days, but when it comes to me, they just..."

"Fuck, my altar, the spider brides I had prepared for the Spider Mother, are all gone now."

Little Albert's face hidden under the hood was extremely gloomy at this time.

Faintly, a blood-colored spider pattern loomed under the angry little Albert's face, and then continued to spread, soon infecting most of Little Albert's face, and even his eyes were shining with a trace of blood-red light, which made Little Albert's already gloomy expression more evil.

And even more... crazy.

"It's all your fault. You ruined my bride. You lowly fellows, you will all be buried with my bride!"

After a low roar and an angry curse.

Little Abbott pulled out a small remote control from his pocket, and then pressed the button in his hand towards the Abbott Refrigeration Company building across the street.

"Go to hell, lowly mortals."

As the red button was pressed.

The remote-controlled bombs buried around the cold storage when Little Abbott was renovating it received the detonation signal with a "beep".

Then in less than a second, the electronic signal transmitted the detonation command to the buried bombs one by one.

The next second.

A deafening explosion sounded on 39th Street, attached to New York's Eighth Avenue.

Accompanied by the roar that resounded through most of New York City, a surging fire directly lit up half of New York.

"Hua La La..."

Around the Abbott Frozen Company, countless windows were shattered by the powerful shock wave that followed.

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"Hmph, you got it easy."

Raising one hand to block in front of himself, shielding himself from the dazzling explosion, Little Abbott looked at the rising explosion and sneered.

Then he turned and walked into the stairs of the rooftop and walked downstairs.

The explosion was so loud that the eyes of the whole New York would be attracted quickly.

Before that, he had to leave this place of trouble quickly.

As Little Abbott walked down the stairs quickly, he couldn't help but think.

Since the police can find the altar where he held the sacrifice, they will definitely find his home.

Maybe, someone is already at his doorstep, waiting for him to come to the door.

"Hmph, the company is gone, and I can't go home. I have to find a place to hide next."

"How about going to Hell's Kitchen?"

Except for Mrs. Helen, who was arrested in Abbott's Frozen Company because she wanted to take revenge on George and Eileen, the other women in the cold storage were all women of the right age that Abbott "bought" through the channels of Hell's Kitchen.

Therefore, Abbott was not unfamiliar with the chaotic Hell's Kitchen.

This time, he offended the New York Police Department. Whether he wanted to stay in New York or leave New York, Abbott had to use all special channels, and the chaotic and disordered Hell's Kitchen was undoubtedly the best of those channels.

He walked down from the rooftop to the first floor without stopping.

Abbott pushed open the small door at the staircase and walked out of the side door of the building.

He had just taken a few steps.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A series of crisp gunshots rang in Abbott's ears.

[Not good, dangerous...]

Almost at the moment of hearing the gunshot, the alarm bells in Little Albert's heart rang loudly. He quickly hugged his head with both hands, stomped his feet hard on the ground, and rolled out to the side and front in a road-blocking rolling posture.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

However, no matter how Little Albert rolled, the bullets shot at him did not let him go, and the bullets almost followed closely and hit the landing point of Little Albert's rolling.

Ding ding ding!

One after another, the bullets hit the brick and stone floor, splashing large pieces of gravel.

Little Albert, who was splashed on the face by these gravel, felt a pain in his cheek, as if there was some hot liquid dripping from the wound.

The bright red blood made his face with the blood-colored spider pattern hidden look even more evil.

What made Little Albert even more unbearable was that he was hit in the right hand by a bullet during the first round of gunfire. At this time, his right hand was constantly emitting piercing pain to Little Albert.

The injury to his right hand not only had a strong impact on Little Albert's actions, but also made it impossible for him to quickly pull out the pistol hanging on his right waist and effectively fight back.

This was the most dangerous and fatal thing for Little Albert now.

"Fuck, damn it!"