Murphy and Mindy's hospitality was hard to resist, so it was hard to refuse the cross.
The next step is to assign tasks.
Mindy is responsible for long-range sniping, while Cross, Wesley, Firefox, and Murphy rush in.
The person responsible for driving the garbage truck to deliver the rat bombs to the Assassin's League headquarters was Cross.
Murphy and the other three followed.
The action begins!
The three Murphys watched Cross drive a garbage truck across the bridge to the gate of the textile factory at the headquarters of the Assassin League, then took out a gun, drove the truck with one hand, and held the gun with the other.
"Bang!! Bang!!"
Suddenly, several gunshots rang out, and several of the men standing guarding the gate fell to the ground with blood holes on their foreheads.
"Is he here to die?" Sloan stood in the shadow of the window and watched Cross drive over. He couldn't figure out why Cross suddenly attacked their headquarters today. Did he think he was powerful enough to single-handedly defeat the entire assassin?
Aligned?
Even with his cunningness, he is still puzzled!
The cross doesn’t look like a fool either!
"Perhaps there is a back-up plan?" the gunsmith standing aside pondered.
"I don't care what he is thinking, I will organize my troops immediately and kill him!" Sloan's eyes flashed with blood and fierceness: "Since he is stupid today, then I will help him! Completely solve this hidden danger!
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"Yes!" The gunsmith took the order and left.
After Cross killed a few unlucky people on the tower, he turned the steering wheel and used the back of the garbage truck to smash open the large iron gate of the textile factory.
Moreover, his driving skills were quite good, and he just happened to place the front of the car under the wall at the entrance.
The assassins of the Assassin's League probably never thought that one day someone would dare to drive directly into their headquarters, because even if that person is the rumored strongest killer of the Assassin's League, it is impossible to deal with all the assassins of the Assassin's League at once.
They had never thought about this problem, so when it happened, they were a little slow. When their sluggish nerves reacted, they frantically tilted the bullets towards the cross. Unfortunately, the cross was already in their shooting blind spot.
But how can the cross be damaged at all?
The cross pressed the button, the sealed garbage truck compartment was opened, and more than a thousand crazy little mice were released.
The little mice were like wild beasts coming out of their cages. They had been frightened by the sound of gunshots and began to run around at an alarming speed, surging like endless water.
Murphy wasn't sure whether it was because the cross had its own method of taming animals or because something was brought into the textile factory to attract rats. Anyway, the little rats all went inside the Assassin's League instead of running out of the door.
However, those densely packed and chattering figures were overwhelming and frightening to look at. They were simply trying to kill those with trypophobia!
There are only a few people in the League of Assassins who know that pesticides can be used to make rat bombs, but hating rats is almost human instinct, so many people immediately shot at the little cuties.
"Bang! Bang!"
Just when they were shooting, Mindy in the distance also fired, and every shot was accurate.
It's not that there are no snipers at the Assassin's League headquarters, but they are completely unprepared. The snipers are not in place, and for the time being they can only let Mindy massacre their men.
Cross, wearing a gray and black coat as always, slowly got down from the driver's seat of the garbage truck. Listening to the crazy gunshots inside, he rolled two iron pineapples from under the car and blew up several unlucky people behind the door.
Then a few brave young men jumped down from the tower. If they couldn't solve the rat problem, they were ready to deal with the people who brought the rats.
The Cross used to have a great reputation within the Assassin's League, but since ancient times, there has never been a real competition between the number one in literature and the number two in martial arts. Who is afraid of who?
Listening to the sound in front of him, Cross seemed to be slow but actually fast. He took out a Beretta 92s from his waist in a leisurely manner, loaded the gun, looked at the brave young men with admiration, and then fired decisively.
"Bang! Bang!"
Cross raised his hand and fired two bullets, which followed a strange trajectory and came out from an unexpected angle, directly piercing their temples.
Die before leaving the army!
These little rookies were too far apart from the cross level to pose any threat to him. If they were masters like Gunsmith, they could make him look at them seriously.
In addition, Mindy was cleaning up people coming to the cross, so he didn't even move a few hands, but the time was almost up.
The killers inside the textile factory are frantically hunting down the little mice, but there are too many of them, more than a thousand. How can they be cleaned up in a short time?
And little mice can't be killed just by killing them. They are like time bombs. When the set time comes, they will explode regardless of whether they are dead or alive.
Another shot hit another person's head. Cross stretched out his left hand and looked at the time on his watch.
"Three, two, one..."
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Continuous dense explosions suddenly sounded, and the ubiquitous explosions blew away countless stump limbs, thighs, arms, eyeballs... Incessant screams resounded through the sky, and the entire textile factory instantly turned into a hell on earth, and blood flowed into rivers.
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Almost all the glass installed in the textile factory burst due to the sound waves of the explosion, and the internal buildings made of rammed loess exploded. For a while, loess flew up, and black miasma filled the sky, filling the sight.
The best time to attack has arrived!
"action!"
With Mindy's voice coming from the headset, at the same time, Cross, Firefox, Wesley, and Murphy each found a spot to break into the textile factory.
After being frustrated for so long, he finally had the opportunity to show off his power. Wesley was particularly excited, perhaps because the Firefox was not far away...
The gun he held in his hand was a special pistol belonging to Mr.
With the support of his strong bloodline with adrenaline flowing in his veins for generations, Wesley holding the 92f, with divine help, can be said to kill God when God blocks him, and kill Buddha when Buddha blocks him, one after another with headshots.
This is normal. In nature, males in spring have full sexual desire for females.
It's a pity that Firefox didn't even look at him.
Wesley is so disappointed...
"Pay attention!" Cross shot down a bullet that was shot at him for Wesley and scalped him. This guy is fighting. If you don't pay attention, someone will die!
Firefox was still using her ivory-handled M1911, with a cold expression on her face, and she pushed forward quickly, walking on the front line of the most dangerous battle first, without seeming to regard her life as a fate at all.
This is how she behaves when her faith is broken by a fanatical believer and she loses all hope for life.
Murphy is more leisurely and doesn't go to the place where there are the most enemies at all. He is here to get the repair solution formula, not specifically to kill people. Even if killing people can bring him firearms experience points, Murphy is not interested.