At this moment, several sports cars disregarded traffic rules and sped towards them, pursued by numerous other vehicles.
The two sides chased each other while firing guns, like a Hollywood blockbuster.
The public was terrified and scattered to avoid the cars, cursing inwardly, "Again? Can't it be quiet for a few days?"
"It seems to be S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel, such a big scene?"
Andrew was a little surprised.
Just then, a red convertible sports car sped past him.
Inside the sports car sat a hot, spirited, wide-mouthed beauty, and Andrew was stunned when he saw her.
"A young Angelina?"
Andrew narrowed his eyes.
The Marvel Cinematic Universe indeed has a character played by Angelina, and she's a big shot—Eternal Tina.
"Doesn't Tina have Mahd Wy'ry? Why is she here racing?"
At this moment, a car caught up behind the red sports car, and the Agent in the passenger seat leaned out the window and fired several shots at the woman in the sports car.
The woman in the sports car was not flustered at all.
She looked at the rearview mirror, controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand, she swung a modified gun backward.
Bang, a bullet shot out, curved in the air, and flew into the window of the car behind.
The driver's head was shot through on the spot, and blood splattered everywhere.
The driver died, and the car lost control, crashing into a nearby vehicle.
The Agent who was shooting was instantly killed in the collision.
"So it's not Tina, it's Fire Fox.
Damn it, I just casually used a curved bullet trajectory technique, how did the Assassin Brotherhood really show up?"
Andrew suddenly realized.
"Wanted" is a very good movie, and the bullet time and curved bullet trajectory techniques in it are often seen in some web novels.
"Curving bullets!"
Spider-Woman Gwen's eyes lit up when she saw the curving bullets, and she asked Andrew, "Andrew, are those people who are escaping related to you?"
"Does watching the movie they acted in count as related?"
Andrew was a little embarrassed, and Gwen looked confused, completely unable to understand what Andrew was saying.
Andrew said, "They are members of the Assassin Brotherhood.
The Assassin Brotherhood was founded a thousand years ago when a weaver discovered a Loom of Fate.
The threads it wove could form names through a special method.
The Brotherhood's mission is to kill the owners of those names because those people would cause destruction to the world.
Simply put, they are a group of destiny assassins."
"Ah?"
Gwen was a bit dumbfounded, "Just because a name appears on a loom, they have to kill that person?"
"This is their belief: kill one to save a thousand."
Andrew shook his head.
He was a little interested in the Loom of Fate, wondering if it was genuine.
Also, the Assassin Brotherhood has a potion that can help people heal in a short time, and he was equally interested in that.
"Yelena, assemble a team of Black Widows and go seize the Loom of Fate for me."
Andrew commanded Yelena mentally.
Where is the textile factory?
By following the chase route and using Google Maps to search backward, the location could be easily found.
Yelena didn't waste words and immediately agreed, "Yes, BOSS."
Andrew instructed, "Don't kill anyone.
Also, the Assassin Brotherhood has a recovery potion; try to get your hands on it."
"Understood."
Yelena nodded, then gathered the Black Widows and began their operation.
For them, who frequently exterminated demon cultists, dealing with S.H.I.E.L.D. was like returning to the Novice Village .
"Kill one to save a thousand? Human lives are never a numbers game, and besides, who knows if that loom's prophecy is accurate?"
Gwen clearly did not agree with the Assassin Brotherhood's belief.
Andrew didn't say much.
He said, "Everyone has their own ideas.
Let's go, they've already left, there's no need for us to stay here."
After Andrew left, the chase became even more intense, even causing a major car accident.
Chief George Stacy of the Police Department watched the reckless assassins and Agents on the screen and couldn't help but curse.
These two groups of guys were both scumbags.
"Why is New York always so troublesome?"
George sighed.
It's worth mentioning that his current position was very stable for a simple reason: no one was willing to take on this hot potato.
Chief George secretly made up his mind: "The New York Police Department needs its own power, extraordinary power."
Leaving Chief George's thoughts aside for now, Sloan, the leader of the Assassin Brotherhood, an elderly white-haired black man, cursed F-words non-stop while fleeing.
One second he was in the textile factory eating prime steak, drinking expensive red wine, and thinking about how to spend money; the next second, S.H.I.E.L.D. rushed in and surrounded them, demanding their immediate surrender.
The Assassin Brotherhood naturally wouldn't surrender; they chose to break out.
Unfortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D. was too powerful.
In the end, only a dozen members escaped; the rest were either killed or captured.
What was worse, the Loom of Fate was lost.
Sloan used to be a loyal believer in the Loom of Fate, but when his name appeared on the loom, he chose to abandon his mission and become a true assassin boss—taking on assassination contracts in the black market and having his assassins complete them.
To be honest, this was a very good business because he didn't have to pay his assassins; Sloan kept all the profits for himself.
Over the years, he had made a fortune and often worried that he would die before spending all his money.
Unfortunately, all of this was completely shattered today.
Unless the Loom of Fate was recovered, those good days of making money while lying around were completely gone.
"Damn S.H.I.E.L.D., why did they suddenly come after us?"
Sloan gnashed his teeth.
Just then, a quinjet landed in front, and then a six-barreled machine gun emerged from beneath it, aiming at the fleeing Brotherhood members.
"Fire Fox, you take the left, I'll take the right."
Sloan's expression changed, and he quickly stood up, aiming his gun at the Quinjet.
Fire Fox made the same move.
The pilot on the Quinjet couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene.
Shooting down a plane with a pistol, do you think this is a movie?
Sloan and Fire Fox didn't waste words.
They both simultaneously activated bullet time; their hearts pounded violently, reaching four hundred beats per minute, and a large amount of adrenaline made them incredibly focused.
In Sloan and Fire Fox's eyes, everything around them became incredibly slow, including the high-speed rotating Turbo engines on the Quinjet.
Then, both of them simultaneously swung their guns, and the bullets curved through the fan blades of the Turbo engine, hitting the weakest point of the engine's core.
Boom, boom, both engines exploded simultaneously, and the Quinjet plummeted downwards, emitting black smoke.
The pilot was stunned.
How was this possible?
A Quinjet costing tens of millions of dollars was destroyed by two bullets?
Even in movies, it's not this exaggerated, is it?
Because he was too shocked, the pilot didn't escape in time and became a fireball with the Quinjet.
The Assassin Brotherhood members took the opportunity to continue fleeing.
Behind them, the Commander, Level 8 Agent John Garrett, couldn't help but curse loudly.
These guys' abilities were too terrifying, weren't they?