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At this moment, inside the textile factory, the atmosphere was 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 the cross.

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 a 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.

Forced by them to kill Cross, his only son, he will definitely take crazy revenge on the textile factory.

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

"Damn it."

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?"

Fox the Firefox nodded.

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

The gunsmith heard this and said: "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 was obviously what they were 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 they couldn't 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 a sieve.

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 tongues of flames seemed to want to engulf the truck that broke through the gate.

Squeak!

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. His pupils shrank sharply, and then he yelled: "Be careful, those rats have bombs on them..."

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 the textile factory was in chaos.

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.

He 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 serious has happened."

Aylin whispered something, pulled Gwen and quickly retreated.

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 spoke, Gwen took out her cell 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 blaring, but in fact, the gunshots were weakening rapidly.

What's going on?

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

Go on at this rate.

The New York Police Department officers probably didn't have time to arrive at 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, Aylin's plan would 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 in front of her and snapped his fingers.

"Snap!"

Using the hypnosis technique in the Great Seal of the Heart.

After planting a psychological hint for Gwen to stay where she was, Ailin took advantage of Gwen's inattention and quietly ran towards the textile factory where the gunfire was gradually fading.

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By using the secret escape exit hidden in Mr. X's memory that he had found through divination, Ailin, wearing a clown mask, went the other way and sneaked into the textile factory from the exit.

After opening the small door hidden in the secret passage.

Ailin found that the inside of the textile factory was filled with gunpowder.

The ground and the stairs were full of corpses of people and rats, and the bright red blood gathered directly on the ground of the textile factory into pools of blood.

"Who?"

After walking a few steps, Ailin heard a low shout that was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and then a bullet quickly shot into the cabinet where Ailin had just hidden.

With the Joker's agility, Aylin dodged the bullet easily with a flash, and then he shook his wrist.

Swing the gun!

The bullet was fired instantly!

"Bang!"

The bullet drew a beautiful arc in the air, directly passed the obstacle in front of Aylin, and then hit the head of the assassin who shot Aylin.

After being promoted to Joker, Aylin can successfully use the unique skill of the Assassin Brotherhood, arc ballistics.