He didn't know when it started, but wherever Seiber went, a destructive explosion would follow him like a shadow.
This didn't mean that he had awakened some special ability. Instead, it was purely because it was much easier to use gunpowder and nitric acid to destroy an opponent than to slash with a sword. Therefore, the pragmatist Seber quickly fell in love with this method of attack.
As the main target of the attack, Cry of Beasts was hit by five cluster bombs at the same time. This stronghold, which the Hand had spent a lot of resources to establish in half a month, was blown to the sky in less than five seconds, along with nearly 150 drug addicts and more than 70 ninjas who had been high. These guys went to hell in a painless way without any warning. In a sense, this could be considered lucky.
The flames that soared into the night sky tore through the silence above Hell's Kitchen like a signal flare for war. In less than 20 seconds, there were nearly ten fireworks displays in the entire neighborhood. Even the Kamar-Taj mages who were maintaining a large concealment array around the city were dumbfounded.
Starting a private war in a country with complete territory – when did such a lunatic appear in the modern world?
A total of 9,000 madmen who had been provoked by the explosions waved automatic weapons in their hands and charged into the designated battle point under the leadership of their completely demonized captains. They used steel and fire to turn the ninjas, who were on guard but were at a loss, into a beehive. Their ninjutsu was very difficult to deal with. In a 1v1 fight, it might take five to ten villains to fight one ninja. But after Saber took out a large army of revenge, the ninjas' advantage was instantly wiped out.
After all, no matter how good you were at dodging, you couldn't completely dodge nearly a hundred bullets flying at you. Also, large caliber military bullets were unreasonable. In a close-range assault like this, if you were hit by even one, it was like the god of death was already smiling at you.
In the face of this metal storm, the Hand's counterattack was clearly a beat too slow. It wasn't that they had been beaten senseless; the Hand wasn't a fool. As one of the assassination organizations that had dominated Japan for hundreds of years, they had a very good grasp of intelligence. In fact, when the first batch of demonic members entered Hell's Kitchen, they had already sensed the threat, but they stubbornly believed that the Hand had an advantage that the other party didn't have in a street fight like this.
But just the opening explosion tore apart the Hand's carefully prepared defense line. Even with the current leader of the Hand, Murakami, who was wise in war, he never would have thought that Saber would be crazy enough to directly use white phosphorus bombs in the city. The result was that the Hand had been prepared to fight against a gang of the same level, but when the battle started, they realized that the gang members had become a regular army with firepower support.
As for the gang members, how could they deal with the regular army?
No … it would just be a massacre.
Sitting on the side of the helicopter, Robin adjusted the angle of the machine gun. He was wearing tactical goggles and his expression was cold. Tian Beiming, who was sitting next to him and in charge of guiding the target, looked worriedly at the battleground below them.
He asked softly, "Won't such a crazy move cause you trouble?"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
In response, Robin pressed the start button without hesitation. With a firing rate of 6,000 rounds per second, the Vulcan cannons easily flattened a three-story building and the Hand ninjas inside in five seconds. In the smoke of death, hatred and killing intent flashed in Robin's eyes.
"Trouble? No … there won't be any trouble. This is just a gang fight. "
He looked up at the sky. In the empty sky, Kamar-Taj's large concealment magic circle had turned everything that happened in Hell's Kitchen into nothingness. Even if this place had become a real hell, the residents who were only one street away were still living their lives quietly. The power of magic was so magical in this moment of destruction.
The Department of Defense's military satellites couldn't see what was happening here at all. Without evidence, they couldn't do anything.
Saber, on the other hand, had overdrawn all his credit with Ancient One and taken on a debt of gratitude from the person he hated the most. He didn't even hesitate to fall out with SHIELD in exchange for this revenge. If the Hand couldn't be destroyed at such a tragic price, not just Saber, but even Robin himself would feel that this fate was unfair!
"Next target, guide them well!"
Robin's finger was on the start button of the cannon again. Tian Beiming thought of the weird little girl who had curiously asked him a lot of strange questions. He shook his head and simply stopped commenting on this matter. With a casual glance, he reported an accurate coordinate. The next moment, another series of flames of death fell from the sky.
In less than ten minutes, all 27 of the Hand's strongholds on the periphery of Hell's Kitchen had fallen. The 587 ninjas guarding the strongholds were all dead. The other party hadn't thought of leaving anyone alive at all, including seven precious jonins. Three of them had been held back by the demonized villains in the ruins and couldn't escape. In the end, they died in a very aggrieved manner in the explosions of the helicopter gunships and cluster bombs.
As for the remaining four, they were killed by Seiber one by one in an extremely cruel manner.
The Hand ninjas fought to the death. Their figures shuttled back and forth in the darkness as they did their best to take the lives of one or two members of the Devil Gang. Then, they were torn to pieces by the storm of bullets and turned into ashes that disappeared into the sky. More ninjas were driven out of their hiding places like rats and pierced by crisscrossing bullets.
Even the shadow beasts that they summoned with the power of their souls were shattered by the demonized members of The Devil Gang with brute force. The more troublesome ones were found by the cadres of The Devil Gang and then defeated by an even more powerful force. The black flames of hell swept through everything in their master's fury. Wherever it went, only ruins and cold ashes were left.
Ninjutsu … useless!
At that moment, Hell's Kitchen … had become a real hell.
It was like a turbid current from the sea that easily drowned rocks that tried to block the way. The attacks were like quicksilver, and the sudden attacks were like thunderbolts. Tonight, the Hand, which had been glorious for centuries, suffered the cruelest challenge in history. The worst thing was that they didn't have time to call back the forces scattered in other parts of the United States. In the face of the enemy's full-strength attack, they could only fight back with less than two-thirds of their strength.
Being pressed to the ground was already an outcome that couldn't be reversed at all.
Watching the surveillance screens in front of him go out one after another, Sowander's heart, which wasn't very strong, was gripped by an invisible fear. The burning buildings in front of him, the ruins that had been set ablaze by the flames falling from the sky, and the ninjas who had been reduced to ashes in the ruins reminded him of his hometown, the chaotic land where war was the only source of wealth. He was a lucky person who had crawled out of a pile of corpses. After joining the Hand, he had sworn that he wouldn't be haunted by those childhood nightmares again. But now, to his horror, he realized that he had never truly escaped from that nightmare.
"Who … who did we offend?"
He turned around and stared blankly at the other three silent leaders. This expression of losing one's dream shouldn't appear on the leader of an organization, but no one corrected his indecent posture now, because the others were just like him.
Botu, who was originally full of confidence and ambition, tapped his fingers on the table quickly. The rhythm was not a tune at all, which showed that he was in a bad mood at this time. Alessandra no longer had the seductive charm from before. Her beautiful face had a blank expression. Even the new leader Murakami, who confidently announced that he would build a heaven on earth three hours ago, had a look of being deceived and disbelief in his eyes.
His fingers were clenched tightly on the table in front of him, and his expression was like that of a lone wolf who had been driven into a corner.
"Impossible! Impossible!!! "
Murakami stood up from his chair and clenched his hands into fists. The leader roared in a hoarse voice.
"Why … why are they so strong?! A trash gang that was established less than five years ago! Why are they so strong?! I don't believe it! "
"Then what … what should we do now?"
Alexandra looked at Murakami blankly. Even if she had received great power from the ancient demon that the Hand served, this was the first time she had encountered such a tricky situation under the leadership of Mrs. Gao. So the problem that had always been handled by Mrs. Gao was now in front of them.
But it seemed that … they were really not prepared.
They had underestimated their opponent and overestimated themselves.
"Send out the rest of the Jounin!"
Botu, who was sitting next to her, suddenly said, "Send out all the forces!"
"You're crazy!"
Sowander pointed at the screen behind him and shouted, "They can't rush out at all! The opponent has overwhelming firepower! Before they can pull out their swords, they'll be shot into a hornet's nest. You're sending them to their deaths! "
However, Botu's crazy suggestion received the support of Murakami. The Japanese man took a deep breath and a green gas swirled around him like a roaring eastern dragon. He pursed his lips and glanced at Botu. Finally, he clenched his teeth and said, "Let's go.
"Just do as Botu says! Let them buy time … send out the Shadow Warriors! "
"It's meaningless!"
Alexandra irritably swept the decorations on the table to the ground. Her voice was sharp. "They've sealed off the entire street. We can't leave!"
"Who said we're leaving?!"
Murakami's voice suddenly became high-pitched. "We're not leaving! We're … going to the Shadow Realm! "
The atmosphere in the small room immediately became stagnant. Sowander and Alexandra looked at each other, and the black man asked in a low voice.
"You want to awaken it?"
"That's right!"
Murakami didn't seem to want to say more. He carried the katana at his waist, turned around, and was about to walk out of the room. Botu followed behind him silently. Alexandra shouted again.
"But souls … we don't have enough souls to awaken it!"
Murakami turned to look at her, his eyes cold. "It'll be enough when the remaining 700 people are dead … As long as we have the complete power of the beast, the Hand will only lose old blood. As long as we're still around, the Hand will continue to exist …"
This voice made both Alexandra and Soward shudder at the same time, and Bott, seeing the recoil in their eyes, rolled his eyes and said in a seductive voice, "You're not going to do that.
"As far as I know, Mrs. Gao has a hidden high-level ninja of the Hand. They only listen to the orders of the real leader of the Hand. That's the real foundation of the Hand. I don't believe that Mrs. Gao will let the devils outside destroy the Hand, so let that stubborn old lady fight to the death with them."
"We'll just sit back and enjoy the benefits …"
Bo Tu spread out his hands and a smile appeared on his face. "What's your answer? Do you want to come together? Or do you want to fight between us first? As long as you win, you can kneel down and beg for mercy like a dog. Who knows, those demons might be merciful enough to let you go. "
"I'll go!"
Sowander hesitated for a few seconds, then strode after Murakami. Alexandra was silent, but in the end, she stood up from her chair.
Look, only in times of crisis like this can a person's true integrity be shown, right?
Everyone, at a time like this, we mustn't forget one truth:
Oftentimes, only the brave deserve to live …
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