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At the same time as the shooting.

Ailin turned over and, with the cover of the gunshot, moved lightly to the back of another bunker.

At this time.

On the first floor of the textile factory, the seven or eight killers who had been cleared by the cross and survived by chance, heard the noise and looked at the killer who was still shot in the head hiding behind the pillar. Their faces changed drastically.

Each one was as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Fuck, arc ballistics! Be careful, it's that traitor."

Driven by fear, they madly tilted ammunition towards the place where Ailin had been hiding before.

In just a moment, the cabinet where Ailin had been hiding before was riddled with holes by dense bullets, and then with a bang, it shattered to the ground.

Ailin, wearing a clown mask, felt his violently beating heart and couldn't help licking his lips.

"This is really exciting!"

I don't know if it's his nature or the effect of the potion on him, Ailin found that he actually liked this exciting feeling.

After pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the location where the gunshot came from, Ailin swung his right hand violently.

Suddenly, a killer who was madly tilting his firepower towards Ailin's original position stopped in place, and the bullet drew a graceful arc in the air and hit his head from the left.

In an instant.

But it drilled out from the right brain again, and then, the bullet continued to hit the left side of the second killer's head, and then the third, the fourth...

"Boom!"

In an instant, Ailin used an arc ballistic technique to directly solve the four killers who were faintly surrounding this side.

Seeing Ailin solve his four companions with one shot, the remaining killers seemed to recall the fear of being dominated by the cross, and their faces changed drastically and ran away.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Seeing that the other party dared to show his back to him.

Ailin raised his gun and fired without hesitation. After a burst of gunfire, Ailin sent all the seven or eight killers who were frightened by the cross to hell.

Turn on the spiritual vision.

Through the spiritual vision, he shot the half-dead killers on the first floor of the textile factory again.

Ailin rushed to the place deep in the first floor of the textile factory where the sound of fighting was still coming from.

The battle on the first floor was in the slaughterhouse deep in the textile factory.

Logically, the butcher, who should not be a match for the cross, raised his two knives at this time and suppressed the cross fiercely at close range.

In addition to knocking away the bullets shot at his face and heart with the blade, the butcher didn't care about any bullets shot at other parts of his body by the cross.

Instead, he rushed forward and chopped at the cross frantically, leaving several bloody knife marks on his body.

The powerful strength and agility that was completely inconsistent with the size directly taught the cross a hard lesson in this slaughterhouse.

After watching the butcher seem to be strangely insensitive to pain, the eyes of the cross suddenly turned cold.

"Bang!"

The cross swung his right hand, and in an instant, the silver-white bullet swung a gorgeous arc in the air, and then, with a bang, from behind the butcher, the butcher's ankle was shattered.

Although the butcher seemed to have lost his sense of pain at this time, the shattered ankle completely affected the butcher's flexible steps.

"Damn..."

"Bang!"

Before the butcher finished speaking, the second bullet came instantly, without any nonsense, and blasted towards the butcher's temple.

The butcher had no choice but to swing his knife violently and knocked away the bullet that was shot at his temple.

But almost at the same time when he knocked away the bullet, the silver-white bullet shot from the other cross was like the effect of a burst bomb, and it blasted half of his neck with a bang.

"Double-swing gun, the legendary double arc ballistics! Cross, you did it."

When Cross blasted the butcher's neck, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in Cross's ears.

"Why are you still here?"

Looking at the pharmacist who was taken in as his younger brother and had been acting as his insider, Cross frowned and asked.

According to the plan, the pharmacist should have left the textile factory in the chaos.

"I came here to tell you Sloan that the gunsmith and Firefox are in Sloan's study now. They seem to have set a trap and are waiting for you to come."

Hearing this, Cross didn't care about the trap mentioned by the pharmacist at all, but said coldly: "Are they all in the study? That's good, this saves me from running around."

Speaking of this, Cross glanced at the pharmacist again and said: "Leave here quickly, otherwise you won't be able to leave when the police come."

After saying this, he walked towards Sloan's study without looking back.

The way he turned his back to the pharmacist, it seemed that he was not afraid that he would shoot him at all.

Looking at the back of Cross, the pharmacist's eyes flickered, as if he was hesitating about something, but in the end, he chose to turn around and leave.

Ever since Cross betrayed the Brotherhood, they have become more and more unfamiliar with each other.

Hearing that Cross killed his son with his own hands last night, the pharmacist couldn't believe his eyes.

From that moment on, the pharmacist understood that Cross was no longer the same Cross as before.

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Just came out of the butcher's slaughterhouse.

A silver light suddenly flashed before the pharmacist's eyes, and the next second his hands were cut off by a silver-white thread.

"Bang!"

At this moment, a crisp gunshot suddenly rang in Aylin's ears.

Aylin leaned back almost 90 degrees in an instant, dodged the shot, raised his hand, raised his gun and fired three shots in a row in the direction of the slaughterhouse.

Bang bang bang!

Almost at the same time, three gunshots were heard in the slaughterhouse.

Ding ding ding!

Six rapidly rotating bullets collided in mid-air, emitting dazzling sparks.

Immediately afterwards, Aylin saw the cross with an extremely cold look walking out of the slaughterhouse.

"Who did I think it was? It turns out that you, the little mouse, followed me."

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Just as Aylin and the cross met unexpectedly.

In Sloan's huge round study.

The gray-haired Sloan was holding a piece of white silk cloth and carefully wiping his bloody palms.

At this time, Fox Fox, and the six official members of the Assassin Brotherhood, including the gunsmith, had become corpses.

Their corpses were placed in fixed positions by Sloan one by one.

They each showed a strange posture, worshiping Sloan in the center of the study.

Blood from the corpses of the six core members of the assassin brothers continued to flow into the grooves that had been dug in the study, slowly gathering into a scarlet strange symbol.

………

(There will be more in the evening.)