Dodging bullets is a science and a metaphysics.
For the ninjas of the Handicap Society, they have a wealth of experience and skill in dodging bullets.
Those Tekkai ninjas who weren't good at dodging bullets had turned to dust.
In the technologically advanced 21st century, there is a price to pay for sticking to tradition.
However, these two Tekkai ninjas, who were the first to rush up, could never have imagined that they would meet bullets that were completely unscientific.
The metal bullets hit their foreheads with uncanny precision, like hitting ten rings in a shooting contest.
The bullet entered the forehead and exited the back of the head.
Before they could fall to the ground, their bodies turned into flying ash and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Russell had heard before about the deaths of the Tekkai ninjas who turned back to ash and disappeared without leaving a trace, but this was the first time he had witnessed the death of a Tekkai ninja with his own eyes.
It was a little less than the disappearance without leaving a trace that he had expected.
The corpses of the two Handicap ninjas had indeed disappeared, but the weapons they were carrying had not disappeared along with them.
The only thing that turned into ashes and disappeared was the bodies of the Hand Society ninjas and the clothes they were wearing.
As for the weapons they carried, such as katanas, bittersweet, locking scythes, and other cold weapons did not disappear together.
Amount ...
What is this?
Props dropped by fighting monsters?
Looking at the cold weapons on the floor, such as katanas and bittersweet, Russell gave a subway moncler outlet store look at his cell phone.
Even if you fight monsters to drop props, you should at least drop better props!
Russell belabored it in his mind.
Without waiting for him to continue spitting, three more ninjas rushed into the security tunnel and ran wildly down the stairs towards him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Russell didn't hesitate and fired three more shots with a fling shot technique.
The same three irrational bullets arced through the air in a not at all scientific manner, striking the heads of these three Tekkai ninjas.
To the average person, these hand-jointed ninjas are scary.
But to Russell, they're no different than the no-good punks of Hell's Kitchen.
It looks menacing on the surface, but it's just a matter of pulling a trigger to solve it.
After taking care of the five Tekkai ninjas, he came to the top floor of the building through the safe passage.
He had just stepped into the top floor of the building when the flashing warning lights and loud sirens stopped in a moment.
Apparently, the Handshake Association took it upon themselves to turn off the alarms in the building.
If it were a normal group or company that suffered an intrusion, it would absolutely be the first choice to call the police.
Unfortunately, though, the Handshake Association is not a serious group or company.
Although the building is nominally owned by a multinational corporation in Neon, the multinational corporation is just a part of the whitewashing industry of the Hand-Help Society.
The Hand Hopper prefers to take matters into their own hands as opposed to calling the police to solve an intruder.
As a matter of fact, this is not the first time that the Handicap Association has encountered this kind of thing.
Their nemesis, the Holiness Society, hadn't done this sort of thing before.
In the conference room on the 18th floor of the building.
Mrs. Gao, Muramasa, and Hakuto sat in the conference room with calm faces as if they hadn't even heard the sirens outside.
They hadn't brought their accompanying escorts with them, but this was supposed to be an important stronghold of the Hand Hand Society in New York.
During the day, most of the people who show up are serious office workers.
But by nightfall, only the Hand Hand Society's own people will be left here.
It's a proper office building by day and an unorthodox crime scene by night, two buildings in one, full of efficiency.
"Those rats out there, would either of you be interested in taking care of them?"
Mrs. Gao, who looked like a kindly grandmother on the outside, swept a glance at Muramasa and the others and said slowly.
"It's just a few rats, we don't need to do it ourselves, do we?" Botou, dressed in an expensive, hand-tailored suit, said disdainfully.
"Rats? Rats don't have the guts to mess with us."
Alexandra, who was also wearing a suit, but in a white women's suit, said to Botu.
"Alright, let's not waste time on these rats, back to business, what are you going to do about the Black Hollow?"
Muramasa, whose expression was as cold as an iceberg, looked at Mrs. Gao and the others.
Unlike Mrs. Gao and the others, he was dressed very quaintly in a classic white neon kimono.
On the table in front of him, there was also a katana that didn't look cheap as soon as he saw it.
"Black Hollow is our most important possession, and no matter where she's escaped to, she's ours!"
"If none of you are sure, then let me handle this matter."
Thousands? I'm looking for it. The 'source' is the same as the 'source'. Source: Chinese. The "S" source: the center! The man who hadn't said anything, Sowanda, opened his mouth.
Being the only black man among the five fingers of the Hand Combine, Sowanda had always felt that Mrs. High and the others were a bit hesitant to do anything.
Wasn't it just Black Hollow that escaped?
How big a deal, just arrest and bring it back, why do you need to hold a special secret meeting in the middle of the night!
Even if he didn't sleep at home in the middle of the night, he came to the company for a secret meeting and encountered an intruder, Sowanda was not in a normal bad mood now.
"In that case, I'll leave the Black Hollow to you."
"We'll deal with the dragon bones after we find the Black Hollow."
Mrs. Gao ignored the displeasure on Sowanda's face and said slowly.
If anything, Black Hollow's defection only deprived the Hands of a very powerful weapon.
The Dragon Bone, then, is about the future longevity of each and every one of them.
When they defected from Kunlun, they did take a portion of the dragon bones with them.
But after centuries of use, only the last small portion of the keel was left in their hands.
If they couldn't find a new dragon bone, then they, who had already lived for hundreds of years, would have to slowly age like ordinary people and eventually die.
This was an intolerable thing for them who had gotten used to living forever.
If it wasn't for the sake of immortality, they wouldn't have escaped from the Kunlun in the first place, not to mention the fact that until now, they were all on guard against the pursuit of the Kunlun.
Other people might not be too clear about the power of Kunlun, but those who had lived and studied in Kunlun knew very well how terrifying the seemingly worldly Kunlun was.
"I'm fine with that!"
Botu was the first to agree.
Alexandra and Muramasa then agreed.
The business chat was over, and just as they were about to leave the building and return to their respective residences, a Tekkai ninja in a red ninja suit walked into the conference room.
This Teikai ninja first bowed and saluted to Mrs. Gao and the others, then quickly came to Mrs. Gao, and with a respectful face, he told the situation outside.
After listening to this ninja's report, Mrs. Gao's face became a bit ugly.
"Guys, the rats out there are going to be trickier than expected, so let's all move around tonight!"
While they were discussing what to do with Black Hollow, Russell and the three of them, Target Eyes, had already taken care of a number of the Tetragrammaton ninjas and were heading towards them.
Russell chose to start at the top and play all the way down from the top.
The opposite was true for Bullseye and Mr. Negative, who chose to start on the first floor and keep moving up to the upper floors.
Not many people, though, just the three of them.
But they proved with their practical actions what it meant to have a one-sided crushing of a high-level battle power against a low-level battle power.