"Humph, I met a nosy person."
Mrs. Gao looked resentful, "He is not very strong, but he has a strange flame on his body. If it sticks to a bit, it will be like a tarsal insect, which cannot be shaken off. And the most dangerous thing is that the opponent seems to have a certain degree of immortality."
body."
"Not only was he pierced through the heart by me, he was fine, but he was still alive and kicking even when he was hit by a rocket. Now the opponent seems to be coming towards our Hand. We have to kill him."
Several other people began to whisper, and some expressed doubts about Mrs. Gao's remarks. After all, the Hand was not a whole, but more like an alliance.
The five people each have their own power, subordinates and gangs. They just stick together to keep warm, but it does not mean that everyone spends money together. They usually work hard to make money.
Of course, externally, they are still very united.
Mrs. Gao said: "I checked, he uses fire and likes riding motorcycles. He is a bit like the most mysterious Ghost Rider in New York recently. It is said that he destroyed the Continental Hotel, and the identity of the other party is suspected to be a man named Roger.
The Exorcist.”
Another person answered: "Roger? That's no wonder. A person who can hang a reward of 100 million US dollars but makes the Continental Hotel dare not move is not easy to mess with."
"Okay." Alexandra, as the leader of the Hand, interrupted the conversation of several people, "No matter whether the other party is coming for us or not, we must be prepared. If they don't mess with us, that's it. If you dare
Come, kill him and let others know that our Hand is not so easy to mess with."
After saying that, the five people began to break up the meeting. These five people were: Alexandra, Mrs. Gao, Botu, Sowanda and Murakami.
Several of them were from Kunlun. Later, they used dragon bone fossils to achieve immortality and were expelled from the school.
But they lived for hundreds of years, and after hundreds of years, even a pig became a martial arts master.
Although these people are very old, their bodies still retain the vitality of their youth, and due to their extremely high martial arts skills, ordinary people cannot defeat them.
Most people don't know how many trump cards they hide, and they like to stick together, which is why they haven't been wiped out for so many years.
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"I wonder if these weapons are enough?" Roger moved the weapons here early the next morning and placed them at home. There was a room full of AKs, as well as M4A1 and other rifles. There were not many, close to a hundred.
, but there are more bullets.
The bearded Lao Lei said that because he was full of time, many of them were obtained from others, and he did not have time to check them one by one, so he gave Roger a box of mechanical lubricating oil and asked Roger to lubricate and check it himself.
Fortunately, the AK weapon has a special feature, that is, it is very easy to disassemble and assemble parts, so several clones were divided to help with assembly and inspection.
Ring ring ring——
"Huh?! Who's looking for me?" Roger picked up the phone with a question mark on his face, "Hey, who is this?"
"Your weapons are not enough to destroy the Hand." A hoarse male voice came from the mobile phone.
"Huh? Who are you? Are you monitoring me?" Roger was startled and quickly looked around to see if a rocket had flown in.
"Are you the black man who hid in the dark and sniped at Mrs. Gao that day?"
There was silence on the phone for a moment, and the hoarse voice came again, "I'm not black..."
"If you want to wipe out the Hand, you can go to xxxx in the suburbs. In a warehouse there, there are some gadgets I prepared, which should be able to help you."
"Hey, hey, you actually want to eliminate the Hand, so let's make an appointment to meet... Hey? Why did you hang up the phone?" Roger looked unhappy. This guy obviously wanted him to be...
The cannon fodder rushes to the front, while hiding behind to harvest the boss. This is what I have always done...
Cannon fodder is cannon fodder, as long as it is beneficial——
I drove to the place mentioned by the man in black on the phone, which was an abandoned factory. I searched inside and opened the warehouse in the factory to take a look.
"Good guy, did this guy rob the arsenal?" Roger stared at the arsenal in front of him in stunned silence.
From pistols and revolvers, Colt, to heavy machine guns, Gatling M240, they are all available, and RPGs are a piece of cake.
"Good guy, this is the Browning M2, this is the Negev light machine gun, the M60 machine gun, and the Thompson M14 automatic rifle."
There are even a lot of bulletproof vests and bulletproof helmets, and they are all Level 4 bulletproof protective gear.
Looking at the room full of firearms and military supplies, Roger drooled. What are you waiting for? Pack them all up and take them away——
After Roger left with satisfaction, a man in black drove a car to the factory. He also came to replenish weapons. When he opened it, he was dumbfounded.
"Where are my weapons? Have they all been emptied by that guy?" The man in black looked blankly at the empty warehouse. Oh no, there were still a few bullets that had accidentally fallen on the ground.
That day I saw that the other party had no weapons, so I thought he was a poor man. He believed that the enemy of his enemy is his friend, and wanted to send the other party to get some better weapons before he died. However, this person did not follow martial ethics and emptied his own inventory.
...
The man in black was extremely depressed and simply gave up on the warehouse. It was easy to get guns, but it was not easy to get so many different types of collections.
Fortunately, I didn't plan to rush ahead alone, let that guy be the cannon fodder first. The man in black kept comforting himself, turned around and got into his car. He wanted to rush to one of his safe houses, where there were still some
His stockpile of firearms.
Look carefully, there is a dark skull painted on the chest of the man in black driving the car...
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"Let's go, the scum of the Hand will be eradicated at the root. If they are offended, then they will all be destroyed." Roger murmured to himself.
He has already found out the headquarters of the Hand through the local snake and the bearded Lao Lei. It is located in an industrial park on the outskirts of New York. All the factories in it belong to them.
Use a chemical factory to cover it up, then transport the semi-finished products out, and make them into finished washing powder for Mrs. Gao's processing factory in a deserted place. The profits can be hundreds of times higher when resold.
For fear of leaking secrets, Heshou will directly buy the entire industrial park. Anyway, the land in this country is very cheap, and with the large-scale exodus of manufacturing industries, local factories not only do not pay taxes, but are subsidized because it can boost employment.
But the Industrial Zone of the Hand Association is like selling sheep over dogs. They are all their own people, and the outermost workers have no idea what they do.
It’s not just a show. With a real industry, they can easily launder money. Otherwise, the large sum of money from selling washing powder will never be seen.
It was also a dark and windy night, a day of murder and arson. Roger first sent out his specialty, Goblin, to detect the people inside.
The reason why I chose to attack at night is that it is convenient for the Ghost Rider to transform and use, and the other reason is that ordinary workers do not have to worry about hurting innocent people when they get off work.
Those ordinary people who were recruited by the Hand to work also worked eight hours a day and did not work overtime all night. When it was past twelve o'clock, Roger would sneak into their lair.
Not long after infiltrating, I discovered that something was different here. There were actually people patrolling? And they were not ordinary people, but security personnel dressed as ninjas with certain martial arts skills.
"What the hell is this era? Are you still playing like a ninja? Let you know that if you fall behind, you will be beaten." Roger murmured, "Come out, my Burning Legion."
The projection spell was activated, and one clone after another appeared directly. The difference was that the old Loki was green, and Roger was the color of fire.
Each projection clone has three guns, one pistol, one AK for backup, and one for assault, some are Thompsons and some are M60s.
The leader is a Tom Cruise and Arnold, an M60 heavy machine gun, a Gatling, and a box full of bullet chains on their backs. These two were specially made by Roger with increased mana. Unlike
The other clones will die if hit on the head.
"Let's go, a small team of five people, and fuck those scumbags from the Hand Club."
"Haha, we don't have to charge with the bench this time."
"Hey, hey, main body, do you have a small speaker? I want to shout for them to surrender, but there are all Azu outside."
The other one slapped him directly, "Idiot, this is Arnold, you should say that there are all Terminators outside."
"No, it's Stallone. It should be said that everyone outside is Brother Long."
"Okay, okay." Roger covered his head, his head hurting a little, "You guys should separate and start taking action quickly, stop inking, it's only when I see you that I realize how annoying I am."
"receive."
"As commanded."
After dozens of projection teams separated, Roger created another batch, and the cycle continued until it ended with more than 150.
There are too many, and my head hurts. If it were a building, it would be much more convenient than this. The projection created by the old Loki is obviously a higher level, and he can even use spells.
Roger felt that he was slowly mastering the advanced version. After all, with more practice, he would naturally become familiar with the advanced projection.
Boom!~
There was an explosion in the distance, and Roger knew that his Burning Legion had begun to attack.
"Kill, kill these outdated things."
Roger's projection clone charged forward with excitement on his face, while the Hand thugs on the opposite side were stunned.
Where did this heavily armed man come from?
"Haha, a bunch of outdated gadgets are still acting like ninjas. Is it useful to us?" A projection clone that looked like Tom Cruise picked up the AK and swished it into a bunch of peanuts.
A group of ninjas all received their lunch boxes, but they didn't realize what was going on.
Others woke up, took out darts and pistols, and started to fight back.
"Hey, there are also pistols. It doesn't seem so outdated."
That's right. In a country with firearms, how can we not use pistols?
The mirror clones began to fight with each other.
At this time, a man in black hiding in the dark saw this scene using military night vision binoculars.
"This guy is simply not human. Where did you find so many desperadoes?"
Chapter completed!