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John Wick reacted instantly, raising the German Shepherd in front of his face to shield his vital areas.
"Bang!"
The tremendous force drove John Wick back a step. The bulletproof vest on his body stopped countless tiny pellets. Then he hurled the German Shepherd's corpse—now riddled with bullet holes—toward his opponent.
Faced with the body of the beloved dog, the hunter could not bring himself to shoot it and could only dodge aside.
Seizing the opportunity, John Wick rushed forward. His right hand grabbed the barrel of the enemy's rifle while his left hand pulled the trigger of his pistol.
Though furious, the hunter still reacted quickly. John Wick's bullet struck the man's bulletproof vest, and the rifle in the hunter's hands desperately tried to fire a shot toward John Wick.
"Bang!"
The shot narrowly missed John Wick's foot.
John Wick raised his gun, smashed his elbow into the hunter's chin, then pulled the trigger with his other hand, hitting the hunter in the shoulder.
A surge of agony shot through the hunter's body. The rifle slipped from his grasp and was immediately seized by John Wick.
John Wick swiftly reloaded and fired a shot straight into the hunter's face.
"Bang!"
"Ah—!"
The hunter screamed and collapsed to the ground. John Wick fired two more shots into his head. After confirming the man was dead, he tossed the rifle beside the corpse and turned away.
Through the Assassin Guild's Grandmaster channels, John Wick traveled directly to Hong Kong, China.
New York
Night fell.
A large number of High Table messengers, the assassin Zero and his disciples, as well as killers hired at great expense by the Assassin Guild, gathered outside the Guild's castle.
I saw a High Table messenger hoist a rocket launcher onto his shoulder and fire at the castle gate.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three rockets struck in succession, blowing apart the textile factory's main gate. Although two rockets damaged the surrounding walls, they did not collapse.
Seeing the gate destroyed, the High Table envoy waved his hand and ordered:
"Charge in. Hunt down the target."
Everyone surged through the broken gate and reached the castle courtyard.
At that moment, gunfire erupted.
From atop the castle walls, hidden defenders opened fire on the enemies below.
"Rat-tat-tat!"
Bullets poured down from all directions. Due to the firing angles, the poorly equipped assassins were the first to be hit. Bullets pierced their heads, killing them on the spot.
Among them, Zero—the assassin famed for cold weapons—and his disciples were wiped out by the first wave of gunfire.
The fully armed High Table envoys immediately launched a counterattack, firing at the shooting positions on the walls. Some of them pulled out grenades and hurled them toward the top of the walls.
"Rat-tat-tat!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The courtyard turned into a battlefield.
At that moment, doors and windows of the castle suddenly burst open. Assault rifles and specialized firearms appeared at every opening.
"Rat. Tat. Tat."
Streams of fire erupted as bullets poured out like a metallic storm, cutting down the assassins with inadequate protection.
Mr. X, Cross, Wesley, and the others fired relentlessly, slaughtering the High Table envoys. Enemies who were troublesome to others were effortlessly dealt with by them. Smith Doyle stood atop the castle, overlooking the carnage below.
The High Table envoys were incredibly tenacious. Even after suffering heavy casualties, they did not retreat. Instead, they formed a defensive circle and advanced toward the castle, while those inside the formation continuously threw grenades outward.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Smith Doyle observed the battle below while using his combat power detector. He detected no particularly powerful enemies and confirmed the number of attackers. After determining that there were no reinforcements, he prepared to enter the fight himself.
Although the Assassin Guild could eventually eliminate all enemies, the casualties would be significant—and he did not wish to see his subordinates die needlessly.
Smith Doyle leapt down from above, plunging straight into the center of the enemy's defensive circle.
Under the cover of darkness, the High Table envoys never imagined that someone would descend from the sky.
Landing in the center of the formation, Smith Doyle grabbed one enemy and hurled him high into the air.
"Ahhh—!"
"Bang!"
With a scream, the High Table envoy was slammed violently into the ground.
The enemies within the defensive circle finally noticed Smith Doyle and tried to gun him down with assault rifles. But Smith Doyle reacted faster, kicking them away with brutal force.
"Bang!"
The sheer power of the kick sent the opponent flying, knocking down several High Table envoys behind him.
Smith Doyle relied on his overwhelming strength to tear through the High Table forces.
"Wolf Fang Gale Fist!"
Once he activated the Wolf Fang Gale Fist, Smith Doyle's attack speed skyrocketed. Reinforced helmets and masks shattered under his punches.
Even fully armored enemies could not withstand more than two blows from him. Meanwhile, Mr. X, Cross, and the others continued clearing enemies on the outskirts. Working together, the High Table envoys were quickly wiped out.
As for the occasional bullets that struck Smith Doyle, they bounced harmlessly off his powerful body, unable to cause any real damage.
At that moment, one High Table envoy realized they could not harm Smith Doyle at all. He pulled out all his remaining grenades and charged toward him.
"Let's die together!"
However, Smith Doyle had already noticed his intention. He grabbed the man and hurled him away with all his strength.
"No—!"
The envoy roared in fury as he was thrown, but it changed nothing. He was flung straight over the textile factory's wall.
"Boom!"
Multiple grenades detonated simultaneously, killing the High Table envoy instantly.
Witnessing the enemy's fanaticism, Smith Doyle could not help but admire the High Table's control over its subordinates. He even accelerated his slaughter, and soon every attacker was eliminated.
When the battlefield finally fell silent, Smith Doyle said:
"Have the cleaners take care of this place. Throw all the bodies into the incinerator."
At that moment, Mr. X walked over, glanced at the corpses, and said:
"My God… you've given us quite a shock."
"Handing the Assassin Guild over to you was truly a wise decision."
Clearly, not everyone in the Assassin Guild knew Smith Doyle's true strength. But everyone who participated in this battle saw it with their own eyes.
Their leader, Smith Doyle, was nothing short of godlike—fully deserving of the title 'God.'