It's 2:00 AM, Arthur Avenue, in the heart of Little Italy, in the Bronx.
A secluded manufacturing plant hidden deep in the neighborhood.
Hertz, a short, fat, round-faced man, paced back and forth like a small potato, his reflective black-framed glasses revealing a sense of anxiety from time to time.
Next to Hertz was a tall, broad-headed, square-faced Russian man, who was Hammerhead.
Different from Hertz's anxiety and fear.
At this moment, Hammerhead's expression was filled with contempt and calmness.
"Little Potato, stop pressing it! You're almost breaking the phone! No matter who the enemy is, just fight them."
"F**k! F**k! F**k! I can't contact anyone!"
Hammerhead's disdainful voice made Hertz even more furious and angry, and he smashed the phone to pieces.
Then, Hertz looked at Hammerhead fiercely and said, "Is it you? Damn it, you want to hurt me..."
Hammerhead stood up from the wooden box and looked at Hertz with contempt.
"..."
Hertz pushed his glasses, his momentum fading, and said, "Hammerhead, don't get me wrong. What I mean is that you know how important this batch of goods is to Mr. Wilson tonight."
"If anything goes wrong with this batch of goods, neither you nor I will be able to escape. We will both die."
"You'd better think carefully. Was the Devil Gang following you when you delivered the goods tonight?"
Hertz's weakness slightly reduced Hammerhead's anger.
However, Hertz's suspicion still made Hammerhead very unhappy.
"The Demon Gang is not that powerful. Even Martin Lee himself can't do it."
"What's more, I value this shipment more than you do. I'm responsible for all the loading, escorting, and transportation."
"You should think carefully about who you have offended."
"Even Baba Yago couldn't wipe out dozens of your strongholds silently."
Hammerhead is just stubborn, not stupid.
It was obvious from Hertz's words that he wanted to drag himself into the water.
But Hammerhead was not willing to provoke this super killer who swept through more than a dozen blocks and had hundreds of violent members overnight.
After saying a few words, Hammerhead was ready to leave.
However, before Hammerhead could leave, gunshots were heard in the factory outside the office.
Almost in an instant.
Hertz quickly hid behind the sofa, while Hammerhead took out a gun from his arms and went to the side of the window.
Pistols, submachine guns, automatic rifles, all kinds of gunfire merged into one.
At one o'clock in the morning, Hertz could not contact his partner in the base in his territory, so he almost immediately gathered most of his elite gunmen in the factory.
With dozens of guns suppressing them, the people inside the factory were in high spirits.
Hammerhead finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Hertz with disdain, and said, "Idiot, there's no point in hiding behind the sofa."
"If the Corleone family is full of cowards like you, you'd better go to Italy and eat shit."
"The one attacking tonight is definitely a super expert. You guys won't be able to hold them off for long."
"Listen, you coward. If you don't want to die, have your men turn on the searchlights, leaving no blind spots, and take out all the stuff hidden in your office."
"You'd better grow some courage quickly, because you'll need it soon."
Hertz's face turned blue after being scolded by Hammerhead, but he was also very clear about his own abilities and did not object at all.
After a moment.
Under Hammerhead's command, many gunmen divided into three layers of cross-fire and quickly formed a simple defensive formation. After hiding in the bunkers, they stopped shooting and began to replace ammunition.
Unlike a sinister b*****d like Hertz.
Hammerhead is a solid fighter who emerged from street fights, and he is more brave and experienced.
At the same time.
At this moment, in a hidden corner on the left side of the factory gate, Roy was complaining that his luck was really bad as he actually ran into Hammerhead who came secretly to deliver the goods to Hertz.
Hammerhead was able to fight against super-ability players like Martin Lee for several years, and his experience and ability were not exaggerated.
Fortunately, I have always adhered to the principle of despising the enemy strategically and taking the enemy seriously tactically.
If I didn't bring a lot of enchanted equipment, it might be difficult to deal with dozens of guns under the command of someone.
Complaints are complaints.
The moment the gunfire stopped, Roy leaped up like a cheetah, with a special edition M1911 in his left hand and a revolver in his right hand.
Rune Bullet - Explosion.
Rune Pistol - Precision Inspiration.
Move and shoot.
Rune Boots - Lightness activated.
The tiger is out of the cage.
Six explosive bullets instantly destroyed a large area of bunkers in the factory. At the same time, 17 ordinary bullets, without any deviation, accurately hit the eyebrows of 17 elite gunmen.
Before the remaining gunmen could react, Roy had already cut into the crowd.
The empty revolver was thrown away.
Roy swung his hands behind his waist, had already changed the magazine, and pulled out the matte dagger. Like a surging dragon, he used both sword and gun to kill indiscriminately in the crowd.
The gangster gunmen did not have Roy's accurate shooting skills, and they were worried about accidental injuries and hesitated.
And in just a few breaths of hesitation, the gunmen were almost killed.
The horrific feast of killing was like a gorgeous waltz of gunmanship.
The moment Hertz saw Roy, his face suddenly turned pale, and then he became extremely angry. He raised his gun and fired randomly, while roaring: "f**k you! Damn it Roy, you attacked your own people, the family will not let you go!"
Whoosh!
As Hertz finished his words, a dagger pierced through the crowd and accurately nailed his gun-holding wrist to the wall.
The pistol fell to the ground and Hertz screamed.
Bang!
Hammerhead slapped Hertz in the face and grinned, "Idiot, just kill everyone and who knows!"
After he finished speaking, Hammerhead contracted his biceps, lifted it up with force, and held up a Gatling gun, completely ignoring the "own men" who were still entangled with Roy, and opened fire fiercely.
The ferocious metal storm, with an orange-yellow glow, swept across the entire venue like a meteor shower.
More than a dozen gunmen were unable to even scream as they were instantly turned into a bloody mist.
Even Roy's mouth twitched, and he was very surprised by Hammerhead's extremely brutal and cruel behavior.
Thanks again for the wisdom from the Little Red Book in my previous life.
Fortunately, I made some preparations before coming here and added a layer of enchantment to the bulletproof suit.
Otherwise, the bulletproof suits in mainland hotels cannot withstand the fire of Vulcan cannons. No, being hit by a Vulcan cannon is no joke.
It was just a small assassination, but they actually used the Vulcan cannon against me.
The local gangs are so rude.