"John Wick." An old voice rang out, and Sloan's figure appeared at the window of the platform behind the city wall.
Looking down at the newcomer, Sloan's expression was equally indifferent. "What do you want to say?"
Luke chuckled inwardly and raised his head slightly. "I'm just here to tell you something."
There was no one in the Fraternity to back him up.
Luke was a little regretful that these supporting characters weren't professional. Nobody asked him "what?"
Adding to the drama, he maintained John's classic calm expression. "I'll kill anyone who tries to kill me and their family."
Sloan: "…"
The famous hitmen: "…"
The guards: "…"
A lot of people had the same thought: Are we being threatened right in front of our faces? Or are we being threatened right at our doorstep?
This is really … Surprise, motherf * cker!
Sloan's eyes flickered, but he didn't show any expression. He simply ordered indifferently, "Kill him."
As soon as he said that, gunshots rang out.
The guards everywhere in the castle opened fire almost at the same time, and bullets rained down on the open space in front of the door.
Sloan still stood quietly at the window of the platform. The famous hitmen only pulled out their guns, but none of them opened fire.
They weren't small fries, and had enough pride in their hearts.
The other party was only one person.
Even if he was Night Devil John, who had recently become famous, he wasn't qualified for them to attack together.
Dozens of guards started to attack. They didn't want to lose face and participate in this siege.
The next moment, their expressions changed.
There was no one in front of the door where bullets were flying. Night Devil had disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.
This kind of disappearance was extremely strange. It was as if he was gone in the blink of an eye.
But who were they?
They were the famous assassins of the Fraternity, and their reaction and dynamic vision far surpassed that of ordinary people.
They had always been the ones who relied on their strength to suddenly disappear in front of their opponents.
But now, someone was playing this trick in front of them.
At that moment, even the high and mighty Sloan's expression changed.
He remembered Night Wolf and White Pigeon who had just died. Two against one, and they had died so quietly.
Night Devil John had asked them to send the news back.
"Everyone, don't hold back. Kill him." Sloan's voice rose, and even the dense gunfire couldn't drown it out.
Once the order was given, everyone, including the famed assassin, knew that this meant that the other party had to be killed.
Soon, all the lights in the castle lit up, and the dark area became as bright as day.
In the textile factory, the workers who received the notice took out their guns and became killers in the blink of an eye.
Pa pa pa pa!
The sound of gunfire instantly rang out in the factory.
The ordinary killers who were queuing up to get their guns in the gun room were shot by arrows of blood. Cries of alarm rang out everywhere, and a series of people fell down like rows of blood gourds that had been skewered.
The figure in the black suit had appeared in the factory with an MP7 in each hand.
Faced with the regular killers who had gathered like chickens, Luke used his MP7, which was a rare sight.
Its capacity of up to 40 rounds brought about a powerful and sustained lethality. The killers who tried to retrieve the gun were shot in the head one by one as if they were lined up to be shot.
This time, Luke didn't use any Mozambican marksmanship.
Two bullets to kill an enemy was too slow.
Hitting the chest was also too slow.
All the killers were shot in the head without exception.
Within ten meters, it didn't matter whether Luke used an MP7 or a Glock. He had too much control, and the speed at which he killed was limited by the speed at which he switched targets.
The expressions of the famed assassins who hadn't returned immediately changed. The four who were closest to the factory activated Physical Outburst at the same time and charged in in two seconds.
They just happened to see Luke loosen his grip on the two MP7s. His hands flashed like phantoms on either side of his waist, and two Glocks appeared again.
The pupils of the four famed assassins who had just charged in instantly constricted when they saw the two Glocks.
The excessively long magazine at the bottom of the gun was very obvious. There was no doubt that it was a specially made extended magazine, and was probably one of those crazy things that could hold 33 rounds.
Coupled with the Glock's firing speed, it was enough to be used as a submachine gun at close range.
Pa pa pa pa!
Under their gazes, the muzzles of the two Glocks burst out with far more firepower than an ordinary pistol, and instantly burst out with fatal firepower.
The regular assassins in the factory had just been massacred by the MP7s when another group of regular assassins poured out of several exits.
They were from the factory next to the factory, and had immediately rushed over when they heard the gunshots.
The exit that they had appeared in was usually used to transport goods, and was wide enough for a large truck to easily fit inside.
The five to six meters wide entrance allowed the assassins to pour in very quickly. Like an ant's nest that had been poked, a large group of them rushed in.
Then, they ran into the ferocious firepower of two Glocks with extended magazines.
These assassins, who could already be considered elite among ordinary people, were instantly killed before they could even see Luke's shadow.
None of the assassins were able to make it five meters into the exit before they were all killed. They were as fragile as straw under an old farmer's sickle.
Only a few assassins who were a little behind were able to dodge this wave of instant kills. They hid on the side of the exit, covered in cold sweat, and no longer had the courage to stick their heads out. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The four assassins finally launched their first round of attacks before the Glock finished firing. Each of them fired a shot.
These powerful and experienced famed assassins were far more formidable than the regular veterans they had killed two days ago.
When they charged in, they automatically split up and entered from four directions at the same time, trying to overwhelm their opponents.
Luke's reaction, however, was unexpected.
When the four bullets were fired, he still didn't change directions with the Glocks in his hands, and stubbornly blew up the heads of the last seven or eight regular assassins.
When the bullets flew over, his figure blurred in the eyes of the four assassins for an instant, and he appeared two meters away.
Their precise marksmanship ran into a new problem.
Because they were too accurate, it was impossible for the four bullets to miss two meters away. Naturally, Luke was unharmed.
At that moment, the two Glocks in his hands were finally unloaded.
Luke loosened his grip again, and the Glocks started to fall.
As soon as the two guns landed on his waist, he crossed his arms again and reached under his armpits.
When the two guns landed on his thighs, two more guns appeared in his hands.
This time, they weren't Glocks with extended magazines, but two modified P226s.
In fact, in the short time it took for him to throw the guns, he had already successfully dodged the four bullets fired at him, and left vague afterimages in the air as he quickly closed in on the two people in the factory. Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa!
The two of them were shocked by Luke's sudden and bizarre speed, but they didn't immediately panic. They fired several bullets in a row in his path.
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