The slaughterhouse was filled with half-fans and half-fans of pork, dripping with blood and filled with a pungent stench, and... those half-fans of meat were hung, and they did not necessarily belong to pigs.
Especially since Murphy is a doctor by profession, he can easily tell the difference in structure between pig corpses and human corpses.
Murphy walked in. In the cold environment, the humid air, and the flesh dripping with blood on both sides, it looked particularly eerie.
The butcher held his butcher's knife and hid in it, staring at Murphy's figure without blinking.
The light was dim, the ground was wet, and there was too much interference. Mo Fei couldn't sense where the butcher was for a while.
He could only explore a little bit.
Pay careful attention to the bottom of the half-fans of pork to see if there are any horse feet exposed under them.
Suddenly!
Mo Fei suddenly turned around, and a flying knife the size of a green leaf shot toward the butcher with strange traces.
The butcher was startled, cut through the flying knife with one slash, and disappeared into the darkness again.
"You can block bullets with a butcher's knife, but you can also kill flying knives?" Mo Fei clicked his tongue: "Are you so awesome?"
Among the people he knows, probably only the little bitch has this ability!
The butcher hiding in the dark was also secretly frightened by Murphy's perception ability. You must know that the reason why he was able to ambush Murphy was because he had been staying here for many years and was already familiar with the environment and light here and could hear the coming people.
The slightest sound of footsteps is no different from that in broad daylight. Even if many of the top killers in the Assassin League arrive here, they can easily be manipulated by him into applause. However, Murphy can immediately sense his sneak attack when he comes here for the first time.
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"Hey, come out and let's have a serious fight. What kind of hero do you think you are when you play sneak attacks? That's what women do. You're not a woman, are you?"
Murphy explored the meat warehouse with slow steps and kept stimulating the butcher with words.
It's a pity that the butcher is not a rookie like Wesley. He will not be angered by words at all. He is still half-crouching quietly in the darkness, his body is tense, and he can swing his strongest knife at any time.
"Closer, closer, closer..." the butcher said silently in his heart.
As Murphy gradually went deeper, he was very close to the butcher's hiding place.
Mo Fei's ears twitched, and there was a whistling sound in the air behind him, but he didn't panic at all. He even had a smile on his lips, turned his steps slightly, and the butcher's carefully prepared knife failed.
Just kidding, could Mo Fei, who was rated by the system as having surpassed the peak of ordinary people's combat prowess, be killed so easily?
Mo Fei raised his hand, and a flying knife jumped out from his fingertips, only piercing the butcher's face.
The butcher, who weighed more than 300 kilograms, displayed reflexes, flexibility, and IQ that were completely incompatible with his fat body. He found the sliding path of the flying knife and slashed it down with one strike.
"I've got you!" The butcher, who had just chopped off a flying knife, was shocked to find that a sky full of reflections suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and at least seven or eight flying knives were attacking him at the same time.
"shit!"
The butcher kept waving the butcher's knife to resist Murphy's flying knives.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The sound of collisions between flying knives and butcher knives kept coming from the meat warehouse.
It's just that although the Butcher is powerful, it is obvious that the physical strength he uses to wield the butcher's knife is much greater than that of Murphy, which means that Murphy can be faster than him.
While the butcher was resisting, he blocked all the fatal flying knives. Unfortunately, there were also some non-fatal flying knives that he had no time to block.
His thigh was pierced by a flying knife, and there were fine blood marks on his arms, including a blood mark on his face that was blurred with blood.
"Damn it, I'm going to kill you!" Either irritated by the pain, or frightened by Murphy's constantly compressed living space, the butcher went crazy, frantically blocking the flying knives, going crazy while carrying
He pounced on Murphy with a ferocious look, like a man-eating mad tiger, which was extremely terrifying.
Murphy's expression was very calm, his steps turned lightly, and he stepped back slowly, while continuing to throw flying knives to prevent the butcher from approaching.
The butcher, who was slashing left and right with the butcher's knife, suddenly felt something was wrong. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the knife was slashing... a grenade!
The butcher was stunned, and then looked into the distance. Mo Feizheng smiled and waved to him from a distance.
"boom!!"
A grenade exploded very close to him. How could the butcher escape? His upper body was blown to pieces, and wounds with bone-deep wounds appeared on his head.
Probably due to the defensive power of his thick fat, he didn't die immediately and his body was still twitching.
"I may not be able to match you in knife skills, but you may not be able to match me in cheap skills." Murphy stood in front of the butcher with a smile, and took a P226 and shot the butcher in the head.
Just after killing the butcher, the three people on the cross below also came up.
Beyond the butcher's meat warehouse, ahead is the core location of the Assassin's League - Sloan's office.
"I know all the killers in the Assassin's League. There are still about ten of the top killers who have not appeared yet. If I guessed correctly, they should all be hiding in Sloan's office." Cross said.
"Can the four of us deal with them at the same time?" Wesley asked a little nervously.
"It's difficult!" Fire Fox said bluntly: "But I will attract firepower in a while and create opportunities for you..."
"No!" Wesley, the licking dog, immediately jumped out to object. How could the goddess be a target?
"Okay, okay, don't act like you're about to die!" Murphy waved his hand and said, "I have a way."
"Do you have any idea?"
The three of them all looked at Murphy at the same time, with suspicion in their eyes. Even a veteran like Cross would find it difficult. What can you do?
"Hehe." Mo Fei smiled sinisterly and took out a pack of TNT explosives from his waist. It looked like it was about a kilogram in size.
cross:"……"
Wesley: "..."
Firefox: "..."
"How on earth do you carry such a heavy thing with you?" Wesley asked in surprise: "And those grenades that you haven't used yet? How many things do you carry with you?"
"Don't worry about this for now, as long as it works." Murphy shrugged.
What is the concept of one kilogram of TNT explosive?
Once it explodes, there will be no living things within 10 meters.
So in two minutes...
"boom!!!"
Fireworks soaring into the sky suddenly sounded.
"Assassin's League ants, you did your best!" Murphy said softly as he looked at the ruins of Sloan's office, where the ten top assassins of the Assassin's League lay scattered in miserable conditions.