"There were less than five people, but they killed fifteen of my people. Are you going to tell me that they are Green Hornets?"
"It's possible. Well, Frank, I mean, there's a possibility that there's a Green Hornet in this!"
"······"
Frank D'Amico was silent for a while.
"Where are they now?"
"They were divided into two groups, one taking the stairs and the other taking the elevator. The one taking the elevator should be arriving soon, and the one taking the stairs should still be below the fifth floor," said Qiao.
Frank D'Amico took a deep breath.
"Tell them to go down and have them all retreat to the 27th and 28th floors, and give up all the floors below!"
"Frank, we have a lot of things hidden on the floors below. If..."
"Joe, they're here for me, they don't care about those things."
Frank D'Amico waved his hand, his eyes cold.
"Humph, are you coming after me? Since they dare to come, then I will let them come back without any return!"
"Yes! I understand!"
"besides······"
Frank D'Amico hesitated.
"After the instructions are given later, you take Chris with you..."
"Frank, this..."
Qiao was shocked all over.
"There are less than five of them, so there is no need to go to this point, right?"
"It's just a precaution. It may not come to this. Time is running out, so you should do it quickly."
Frank D'Amico waved.
Joe hesitated.
"good."
He withdrew.
Looking at Joe's leaving figure, Frank D'Amico breathed a sigh of relief.
What he didn't tell Joe was that he felt uneasy like never before.
It was as if there was a huge mouth of an abyss in front of him. If he stepped even slightly wrong, he would be shattered to pieces and never recover.
He had a vague feeling that this time, he would probably face a life and death challenge.
Having been involved in the underworld for many years, Frank D'Amico has a very open mind about life and death.
The only thing he still can't let go of is his son.
Although his son is a cheater, he is his only bloodline after all.
"Hopefully it won't come to that point in the end."
A hint of tenderness flashed in Frank D'Amico's eyes, and then quickly turned into a cold light.
"Hmph! If you want to kill me, Frank D'Amico, it's up to you if you can afford it!"
He walked to a bookshelf and lightly pressed a button.
Click!
The bookshelf moves automatically.
Rows of heavy weapons appeared on the wall behind the bookshelf.
It was at this time.
Bang bang bang!
Ta-ta-ta!
Gunshots were heard.
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Fang Mu walks in the stairwell.
His speed is extremely fast, it only takes less than three seconds to cross a flight of stairs in three steps.
The D'Amico Group building has a total of twenty-eight floors. Except for the fifteen security personnel deployed on the first floor, the number of security personnel on the remaining floors is actually very small.
The group of people he met when he went upstairs just now was actually only seven people.
This is because it is close to the first floor. In order to facilitate the support of the first floor, there are only seven people guarding it, and there are even fewer people on the other floors.
Seven murderers armed with firearms are naturally an extremely powerful force for ordinary people, but for Fang Mu, who has LV5 gun fighting skills, it is just seven guns.
Snap!
A magazine ejected.
Fang Mu flicked his sleeve, and a full magazine flew out with a click, seamlessly.
He is currently using an Italian Beretta 92F 9mm pistol, also commonly known as M9, with a magazine capacity of fifteen rounds.
He had fired a total of fifteen rounds just now, and he had just finished one magazine.
Fang Mu casually picked up a pistol from the ground. It was a Colt M1911A1, with a capacity of seven rounds.
M9 is the current Milton military pistol, and M1911A1 is the Milton military pistol ten years ago.
With both guns in hand, Fang Mu continued to walk upward.
Third floor.
Compared to the second floor, there are fewer security personnel on the third floor, only five.
Fang Mu's speed was so fast that he appeared as soon as the five people reached the stairs.
encounter on both sides.
Needless to say the results.
After five shots, the five people received their lunch boxes.
It's a pity that the levels of these people are too low. The highest level is only ordinary LV 6. They can no longer provide fate points to Fang Mu, who is now ordinary LV 9.
The security personnel on the second and third floors, together, probably delayed Fang Mu for about five seconds.
Fang Mu increased his speed and reached the fourth floor in just two seconds.
There are very few people on the fourth floor, only two people.
As Fang Mu went upstairs, he fired two shots casually.
Gun fighting skill LV·5, character level normal LV·9.
With the two combined into one, even he himself doesn't know how powerful the marksmanship he can now display is.
Fang Mu only knew that within a radius of fifty meters, under any circumstances, he could blow off the enemy's head with one shot from his pistol.
This is not to say that his shooting range is only fifty meters, but because the effective range of the pistol is only fifty meters.
Fifth floor.
There are no security personnel.
Or maybe the security personnel haven't arrived yet.
The D'Amico Group building has a total of twenty-eight floors. Not every floor is staffed by security personnel. The D'Amico Group is a timber company.
Well, while it's a joke in Hell's Kitchen, it's really a lumber company.
The D'Amico Group not only monopolized the lumber market in the North District of Hell's Kitchen, but also the lumber markets in the other three districts. Frank D'Amico also used a special method to enter.
This is a big market. Although it is incomparable with his 'side industry', in order to maintain this market, there are many regular employees in the D'Amico Group Building.
Security personnel are just a less regular part of these regular employees.
There has been something special in the past few days. Frank D'Amico has already laid off the regular employees in the building. Now, only the less regular employees are left in the building, so it seems a bit sparse.
Sixth floor.
Still no one.
Fang Mu didn't care and continued to step forward.
Seventh floor.
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Twenty-seventh floor.
A group of security personnel held guns and formed a semicircle, staring closely at the elevator in front of them.
Above the elevator door, a display screen flashes.
20!
twenty one!
twenty two!
Each time it flashes, the number will increase by one.
"Almost there!"
The security leader raised one hand and made a gesture of preparing to shoot.
Everyone held their breath.
His finger lightly hooked on the trigger.
twenty three!
twenty four!
Getting closer.
The breathing of those present was suppressed, but they could still hear the other person's heartbeat.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
Only the third floor is left.
At the speed of the elevator, the last three floors don't even take three seconds.