Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
There was a lot of gunfire inside the textile factory. The killers took advantage of the terrain and fought back and forth with the special forces.
After all, the textile factory is the headquarters of the Mutual Aid Association. There may not be many top-level killers who have mastered the art of gun fighting, but there are still many cheap killers who only charge two thousand US dollars per attack.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The two killers who rushed out from the corner were instantly shot to pieces by the special forces who were guarding the main road where they could escape.
Not even a fly could fly out.
This is what Lake said, and it is also the unanimous opinion of the special forces team now that five members have been reduced in roster.
With blood...
Return the blood!
"Boom!"
The security room on the second floor exploded instantly. With a loud bang, the butcher and the rat man hiding inside were covered in blood and were thrown directly from the second floor to the ground by the blast.
"Don't move!"
"Don't move!"
The three special agents surrounded them instantly, pointing their dark, still hot, gun muzzles directly at the butcher and the ratman, who were unable to move even if they wanted to and were about to die from excessive blood loss.
"Open the door!"
"Open the door!"
Jack and a team of guards came here to support Sloan, but they ended up seeing a lonely mayor evacuating from the factory and yelling at the SWAT guarding the gate.
The mayor looked terrified. He had only one thought in mind, which was to leave this place as soon as possible.
Rumble!
A helicopter appeared in the distance, followed shortly thereafter by three helicopters from the New York Police Department.
Support is coming.
What happened at the textile factory was not only known to the New York Police Department, but also to the Continental Hotel.
However, even the mainland hotel that monopolized the killer world did not dare to confront the law enforcement forces openly. It just sent some people here to observe the battle situation.
Carlos didn't know about the cross.
When Carlos took his son out of the textile factory and put him in the police car, he no longer cared about the textile factory. Instead, he followed the police car, wondering whether he should rescue his son.
There is chaos in the textile factory!
"Bang!"
Lake shot someone in the head, and the SWAT team surrounded them from bottom to top, while Lake cleaned up from top to bottom.
A red shadow flashed by not far away.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Lake swung his gun towards the Firefox that appeared and said, "You are a beautiful woman, but you are a thief!"
The same thing.
The Mutual Aid Association must be wiped out today.
There was no preferential treatment for beautiful female killers either.
The words fell.
Lake swung the gun again and started a shooting duel with Firefox again.
Bang bang bang!
Bullets collided with each other between the two men, making a clanging sound. The sound of bullets losing kinetic energy and falling to the ground was endless, like a clear symphony, and like a funeral procession of death.
"Bang!"
"…"
Firefox's eyes narrowed, and the half-loaded magazine fell to the floor.
clatter!
clatter!
Lake took out his magazine and placed the full magazine in front of Firefox, saying softly, "Look, I can fight all day and I won't feel tired."
Firefox lowered his brows and stared at the hole in his chest.
Next second.
Plop!
Lake looked at Firefox, who closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground, and shook his head.
If Lake's bullets were also limited, Lake felt that he would definitely lose the fight. Unfortunately, Lake was not an ordinary person, he was a man with cheats.
[The Glock 17, with its unlimited ammunition, gives you the ultimate manliness. Your ammunition is endless, like the Yellow River. Shoot as much as you want without worrying about running out of ammunition!]
Lake looked up and his eyes fell on the factory director's office not far away.
One left.
Sloan was in the factory director's office. After Sloan went to the secret escape passage and found that there were special agent movements in every pipeline, the old man returned to his office.
When Lake walked into the office, old Sloan was sitting in his chair, which was broken into pieces and barely put together, smoking a cigar.
"Mr. Sloane."
Lake walked in, smiling as if greeting an old acquaintance: "Why don't you try to escape?"
Sloan, smoking a cigar, stared at Lake intently: "Who... are you?"
How could an ordinary detective be so powerful?
Even if there were, no detective would have the unique skills and gun fighting techniques that only their mutual aid association has.
so...
Sloan stared at Lake intently, wanting to know an answer, otherwise Sloan knew he would die with regrets.
He will die.
Sloan was certain that, as he had said before, ordinary police would arrest him, but the policeman in front of him who was good at gunfighting was definitely not here to arrest him.
So Sloan wanted to know an answer before he died.
but!
"Bang!"
"…"
Lake shot Sloan between the eyebrows, walked out, and threw the gun that had pierced Sloan next to Firefox's body. After returning to the office, he looked at Sloan's body and said darkly, "I don't like villains who talk too much. I prefer to talk after I kill you. Why? Who asked you to make my job more difficult?"
At that time, I just wanted to take my burden, Joe, with me to go through the process.
This is what happened.
It went straight from a routine to a gunfight. If anyone is to blame, blame the killer for his lack of martial ethics. All this was caused by that killer.
Lake stood there and looked around the office.
Next second.
"not good!"
Lake raised his eyebrows and looked at Sloan's body. He suddenly remembered something. He had just forgotten to ask Sloan where Sloan's small treasury was.
Five minutes later.
Lake frowned deeply as he looked at a treasure chest that was also hidden behind the bookshelf.
What's the password?
Lake turned his head to look at Sloan, who was leaning in his chair with his eyes wide open staring at the ceiling. He really wanted to ask this question, but unfortunately, the dead cannot speak.
Just then.
"Lake!"
"Lake!"
Joe brought a team of special agents to the office. After Joe walked into the office, he saw Lake inside, said "God", and then hugged Lake tightly.
Don't get me wrong.
This is just a simple friendship between colleagues.
Also, Detective Joe Martinez is a married woman. Lake might have had this idea unless she was single and unaware of it, but now Lake is not single and is aware of it.
Let me put it this way.
Even though Detective Joe Martinez was holding Lake tightly, Lake remained calm and unperturbed. Feeling the friction on his chest, little Lake had no interest in getting up.
Right now.
Lake had only one thought in his mind.
That is...
How much money did he lose this time.
While being hugged by Detective Joe, Lake glanced at the rock-solid safe, his heart bleeding. No matter how little money was inside, at least it could be exchanged for a lottery draw.
My money...
Gone!!
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