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Chapter 28: The Definition of Unparalleled

Inside the textile factory, chaos erupted!

Especially after seeing Locke kill more than a dozen enemies with just two bullets, panic spread completely.

"Spear throwing?"

"How could he have our gun-slinging skills?"

Inside the textile factory, Sloan and the other senior members exchanged worried glances upon hearing that even the interns outside were becoming cannon fodder.

Spear throwing was the Brotherhood's trump card skill.

The Brotherhood would have struggled to establish a place in the killer world without the art of throwing guns.

After all...

Everyone is in it for the money; who do you think you are, claiming to be destiny's killers acting for heaven?

It's like everyone came out to sell, and suddenly a flamboyant person appeared, saying they were only showing off their skills, not their body. Without a strong backing, they would definitely be rejected.

And the Brotherhood's trump card was this spear throwing technique.

But right now?

Sloan stared at the divided screens in front of him, showing the chaos outside.

In these pictures, the sound of gunfire continued, the firepower sounded fierce, but almost every second, a cannon fodder fell to the ground, sometimes even more than one.

If it weren't for the spear throwing technique, Sloan would dare to take his head off.

But...

Where did he steal it from?

Sloan thought so, but now that wasn't the point. The point was that the war was about to extend here.

After all, the killers outside were interns. Seeing that their number was decreasing one by one, they all retreated towards Sloan's location while fighting.

Reason?

After the explosion of the Audi R8 just now, the collapsed corner of the city wall completely blocked the door of the textile factory.

At this time.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

"What happened?"

Sloan felt the vibration under his feet and was slightly taken aback.

Locke threw away the remote control in his hand. He felt the sound of three explosions not far from the textile factory. With a smile, he walked out of the bunker and looked at the intact camera: "Now, close the door and beat the dog!"

He then headed directly to the textile factory.

Locke had always taken his commitments very seriously.

Sloan stared at Locke's discarded remote control, and at Locke, who was watching the monitor and made a throat-slashing action. His face darkened instantly.

Just three seconds after hearing the explosion, he thought of the answer.

The escape route was bombed.

"Good, very good!"

"I want to see how you can handle my Brotherhood by yourself!"

Sloan laughed angrily. Realizing he had no way to leave, he opened the drawer and took out the pistol he hadn't used for many years. He looked at the others in the office and said solemnly: "Kill him!"

The repairman and the others turned and left with expressionless faces.

The sound of their pistols being loaded resounded endlessly!

"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 69!"

"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 68!"

"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 65!"

The moment the textile factory employees chose to enter the building, for Locke, it was like catching turtles in a jar.

I love this game!

The moment Locke entered the textile factory, the mission "Destiny is in me" popped up instantly.

At the beginning, the number of remaining enemies on the battlefield was 196.

And now...

Killing one is a crime, and killing thousands is a hero!

"I am invincible!"

"Boom!"

Locke raised his eyebrows, the silver dancer spewed a bullet, knocking the curved bullet down, then ducked to the side and licked his lips.

Even a fraction is not enough, you guessed it, it's a bit late.

Locke thought so.

Show up.

His eyes instantly fell on a killer who was leaning against a bunker on the second floor, but his ankles were exposed.

"Boom!"

With a flick of his right hand, the yellow bullet drew a gorgeous arc in the air, then, with a bang, shattered the man's ankle.

"Ah!"

The repairman's ankle burst, and he fell to the ground, roaring: "Fa..."

"Boom!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the second bullet struck instantly, blasting his head neatly, and sending him to hell to report to Mephisto.

"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 49!"

The corners of Locke's mouth rose, and the harvesting mode was turned on again.

On the battlefield, the killer interns were already frightened. After all, some had only entered the industry a month or two ago, and some interns had never killed chickens, let alone people.

"Sloan!"

Locke looked at the old man who flashed by on the third floor, threw a bullet, and shouted: "Wait for me, I'll be right there!"

Sloan: "..."

Meanwhile, in New York City, Brooklyn...

The Audi R8 with the LKNB license plate was stopped ten minutes after it was found.

But...

In front of George, Kate, who arrived at the scene, opened the trunk. Seeing the empty trunk and the fat, dirty-clad driver who looked more like a homeless person than a killer, she realized something.

"George."

"I'll be there in five minutes."

"We were tricked, it's not the sin hunter."

Kate walked to the Audi R8, squatted down, snorted, and took off the license plate: "The license plate is also fake, and Locke is not here."

"What?"

George, who was driving to Kate's side, was stunned when he heard these words.

Next second.

A flash of realization hit George.

This is the bait!

"Damn it!"

George stepped on the brakes, turned around, and said on the walkie-talkie: "This is the bait, hurry up, go to the textile factory, the sin hunter's goal is the textile factory!"

"Got it!"

Kate Beckett was also stunned for a moment. After replying, she looked at the homeless man pinned to the ground and said to the two police officers, "Take him back to the police station."

The homeless man was almost in tears: "Officer, it's none of my business. Someone gave me a hundred dollars to drive this car around. I don't know anything."

But...

It's useless for the homeless man to say anything, because no one had time to take care of him now.

"Attention all units!"

"Quickly rush to the textile factory!"

"The sin hunter may be at the textile mill."

At this time, news came from the 911 call center: "Sir, someone just reported the case, and there was a large-scale gunfight in the textile factory, and there was an explosion!"

It's confirmed!

George's eyes narrowed, and he pressed the accelerator again, whistling towards the textile factory.

Damn it.

Sin hunter.

I will catch you this time!