Mr. X, who was very familiar with Cross, immediately walked into the elevator that had just opened. He turned around and placed his right foot on the elevator wall. His heart began to beat violently. He prepared himself for only two seconds before sprinting towards Thelma's office.
He, who had the same superpower as Carlos of the Cross, knew very well that Carlos, who had shot three curved bullets consecutively, would be crippled for at least thirty seconds to a minute.
If he didn't grab hold of such a good opportunity, he would be an idiot.
Moreover, even if a minute passed, Carlos' shooting accuracy would definitely be greatly reduced with his arm sore. It would be impossible for him to recover without a few minutes.
Project X, who thought that he had seized the perfect opportunity, never thought that there would be another person who could shoot curved bullets from 200 meters away.
"Thump, thump." His heart that was beating at 400 beats per minute and a large amount of adrenaline provided Project X's body with explosive power that was several times greater than that of an ordinary person.
He ran through the corridor at top speed for more than 20 meters. With a "bang", he broke through the crumbling floor-to-ceiling glass that had been hit by many bullets and flew over to the Metropolis Building opposite.
Yes, fly. William, who was at least 200 meters away, thought that he was flying over.
Moreover, this guy took out a gun while flying and directly killed three assassins. One of them was killed by a curved bullet.
Then, he fell to the floor below the top floor. After rolling a few times, Project X steadied himself and hid behind the wall. He took out his phone and called the members of the Assassin Brotherhood who were lying in ambush.
"What's wrong?"
"Cross is in the Metropolis Building. He just shot three curved bullets at me and is now in a state of exhaustion. You guys surround him immediately. Hurry, we only have three minutes."
"Understood," an excited female voice replied.
After hanging up the phone, Mr. X carefully avoided all possible shooting angles. Fortunately, he didn't have to guard against the unpredictable curved bullets. Therefore, he only took a few seconds to reach the top floor corridor.
After killing the last assassin with one shot, Mr. X cautiously spent a few seconds looking around the rooftop that was only a few dozen square meters. Unsurprisingly, he didn't find any trace of Carlos of the Cross.
Just as he was about to turn around and chase down the stairs, a phone suddenly rang. "Ding Ling, Ding Ling, Ding Ling."
Needless to say, X knew that the call was from Carlos to stall for time.
Project X thought for a moment and had the same bad intentions. There were people from the Brotherhood lying in ambush downstairs. At this time, talking to Carlos on the phone would not only make him lower his guard but also distract him.
For a top-notch assassin, being distracted for one or two seconds would usually mean death. Therefore, Project X put away the guns in his hands and walked to the assassin's pocket to take out a phone.
"Those three shots didn't kill me. You must be very surprised, Carlos." The corner of X's mouth curled up into a smile. "You're probably exhausted now, so you can't escape, Carlos."
"It's a pity that I didn't kill you immediately, but maybe you misunderstood. Those three shots weren't fired by me. Bye bye, X."
It wasn't Carlos. Project X was stunned for half a second before he instinctively wanted to dodge. Unfortunately, after hearing the words "bye bye", before the command in his mind could be transmitted to his body, an electric shock came from his feet.
Then, a bullet pierced through Project X's forehead and disappeared into the Metropolis Building.
"Plop." The super assassin, Mr. X, was killed by William and Carlos of the Cross just like that.
The spider robot that electrocuted Mr. X climbed up the communication tower on the rooftop and entered a flying projector.
After a few minutes, a few people in civilian clothes and carrying guns cautiously walked onto the rooftop. William, who was walking into the parking lot, released his left hand that was rubbing his right arm. He was the one who fired the three shots just now.
If he only used a pistol, William would be fine even if he fired ten rounds in a row. However, he was 200 meters away from Project X just now. The effective shooting range of a pistol couldn't be that far.
Therefore, he could only use a long gun. After three shots, William's right arm was inevitably sore and swollen. Fortunately, after a healing spell, his arm had recovered in a few minutes.
After shaking his hand and feeling that there was no problem, William's attention turned to the smart glasses and looked at the few members of the Assassin Brotherhood who had flown to the rooftop of the metropolis.
After these people saw Mr. X, who had been shot in the head, they all had a look of fear on their faces that they wouldn't live long.
On the other hand, only the beautiful Fox, who looked similar to Big Mouth Julie, kept calm and observed the scene.
After a while, Fox pointed at the building that William had stayed in and said, "Either Carlos of the Cross has been hiding his skills from us, or there is someone who can shoot a round from 200 meters away helping him."
"What?" The bald guy nicknamed Gun Maker growled in disbelief, "How is this possible? No one can shoot a round from 200 meters away and hit the target. Just the friction in the air can make the bullet deviate to the sky."
"Woo woo woo woo woo." A siren came from below the building. Fox looked down and saw that other than the two police cars below the building, there were also many police cars in the distance that were driving over. "I'll go over and check the bullet's trajectory. You guys go back first."
"No need, we'll go together. Someone will report the scene to us," Gun Maker said.
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Watching Fox and the others leave, William raised his arm and waved four fingers in front of his eyes a few times. He smiled and whispered, "If you guys have ten times the physical fitness of an ordinary person, you can do it too."
Just as he was feeling proud, he suddenly heard Sunday's reminder. "Sir, Mr. Carlos of the Cross' shot was at least 4 kilometers away. According to my estimation, it would be very difficult for you to dodge this kind of sniper."
"No, you don't understand. Sniping at this distance is the least threatening to me."
William didn't tell Sunday that his spiritual power had the ability to warn him. This kind of sniping that needed seven or eight seconds to fly was the least threatening to him.
He opened the car door and happily drove to his home in the Upper East City. When he got home, he opened a bottle of red wine and lay on the sofa to rest.
Half an hour later, a device on the top of the living room suddenly shot out a 3D virtual image. "Sir, I think you should be interested in these scenes."
William opened his eyes and saw that the assassins of the Brotherhood had already returned to the textile factory and were reporting to Sloan.
After listening to the report, Sloan looked at the scene of the gunfight that had just been sent over for a long time. After thinking for a long time, he said, "So, we're going to face Carlos of the Cross, who is much more powerful than we thought."
"Or, what if the three shots that attacked X in Thelma's office were from another person?" Fox reminded.
"No." Sloan thought for a while and shook his head. "Those three shots should have been fired by Cross, and the person who really killed X was another person. Don't forget that there was a very strong sniper working with Cross some time ago."
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