Chapter 27 - 27

Chapter 27: Single-Handedly Attending the Meeting

The auspicious time has come!

Locke looked at the surveillance footage of the Xingchen Building on his mobile phone. The footage was from just a moment ago when George arrived at the scene with a wave of police officers.

A time difference is enough.

Locke put away his mobile phone, activated the induction bomb placed in front of an escape channel, and turned to leave.

The Audi R8 parked quietly on the road near the sewer.

The textile factory used by the Brotherhood as a cover can't be considered very hidden. Even the building used as a textile factory was a popular scenic spot fifty years ago.

Only...

As long as you have money in the federation, you can pay to enter almost any building, even the White House, and it's not impossible to sleep in the president's bedroom.

So Locke's car parked here, attracting at most a few waves of employees who came to work at the textile factory, didn't make them think of anything else wrong.

Hum!

The Audi R8 ignited and started, heading towards the textile factory, which was only one kilometer away, at a normal speed.

At this moment, inside the textile factory, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.

One good news and one bad news.

The good news was that the textile factory received information through its own channels: Cross Carlos was dead, found by the New York Police Department in his safe house.

Along with Cross Carlos, Wesley, their tool exclusively produced for Cross, was also found dead.

Cross's death was undoubtedly good news for them.

But...

Cross wasn't killed by Wesley or even by Firefox. That was bad news.

A killer from Texas, known as Wushuang, also called the Guilty Hunter, had his sights set on them.

"We are not familiar with this Wushuang at all!"

"Never had any dealings."

"And..."

The repairman looked at the factory manager Sloan and said in a deep voice, "The Continental Hotel received an unparalleled reply last night, and he refused to communicate with us!"

After the sensational scene of the Fast and the Furious in New York City was reported, the textile mills tried to resolve the matter through dialogue as soon as they got the good news.

After all, a cross is enough for a textile mill.

A peerless assassin who directly killed Cross?

Especially now.

The New York Police Department seems to have its eyes on the textile factory, and at this juncture, the textile factory is very passive.

But the Peerless Assassin refused to communicate.

Even...

Sloan lowered his head and looked at a black "notice" in his hand!

"Name: Brotherhood"

"Crime: Intentional murder, false pretense of destiny..."

"Execute the death penalty!"

Fifteen minutes ago, an employee found this card at the door of the textile factory and hurriedly brought it in.

"Humph!"

Sloan sneered, looked up, and addressed the eight regular employees who knew how to shoot, including the repairman and the pharmacist in the office: "Have you been notified?"

The repairman nodded, just as he was about to speak.

Boom!

With a violent explosion, the gate of the textile factory, which looked like a city gate, shattered instantly, and with a bang, the fragments of the gate were thrown in like puffs.

Sloan, the repairman, and the others instantly looked out the window.

He came.

"Wow!"

Locke, putting down his shoulder launcher purchased urgently last night, exclaimed: "This power is okay."

He originally wanted to buy individual rockets produced by Stark.

But...

Stark's products are high-quality but expensive.

Locke had no money, and he pursued practicality over brand, so the arms dealer introduced him to a shoulder launcher from an eastern country.

Cheap and easy to use.

And buy three, get one free.

"Bang!"

Another rocket was directly aimed at the textile factory by Locke, and the next second, the trigger was pulled. The rocket instantly dragged a long flame, like a violent bison with its tail on fire, rushing directly into the textile factory: "Boom!"

In an instant.

The dazzling fireworks took off!

The alarm in the textile factory went off instantly.

The next second.

Chug chug!

On the fort-like wall of the textile factory, the killers who worked there appeared on the city wall like soldiers. The Audi R8 that came with Locke shot down quickly.

In an instant.

The Audi R8 instantly became a hornet's nest.

Only...

The Audi R8, which could be scrapped in an instant, did not stop moving forward. However, after the tire was broken, the Audi R8 did not enter the textile factory as planned but directly slammed into the city wall next to the gate.

Ding!

The spree in the trunk of the Audi R8 dinged after being hit.

Next second!

Boom!

With screams, the city wall of the textile factory collapsed instantly, and the killers standing on it were swallowed by the soaring flames.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"What?"

"He's inside."

"Three o'clock!"

"Quick!"

"Thumbs up!"

While using the Audi R8 to attract the textile factory's attention, Locke had already passed the secret escape route of the textile factory and entered its interior.

Countless bullets slammed into the wall where Locke was hiding, and in just a moment, more than a pound of debris had been scraped off.

"The firepower is fierce!"

Locke, wearing sunglasses, felt his heartbeat quicken. He couldn't help but lick his lips, holding his silver pistol in hand, and exhaled: "I like it, come on!"

Turning around, Locke's eyes instantly captured the dozen or so killers who continued to fire and pressed towards him.

Subs popped in the chamber!

Throw the gun!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The first killer stopped in place instantly. The bullet drew a beautiful arc in the air, slamming into his head from the left, then came out from the right, and continued into the second killer's head...

In an instant.

When the two bullets that went in from the left and rear collided in the air, the dozen or so menacing killers fell to the ground, reporting to Mephisto in hell.

Locke turned over and went directly to the back of another bunker.

"Fake!"

"He can throw guns!"

"Notify!"

"Shet!"

"Is he one of ours?"

"..."