Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The gunfire inside the textile factory was making great noises, and the killers fought with the special service members with all the terrain advantages.

After all, the textile factory is the base of the Mutual Aid Association. There may not be many top killers who master gunfighting skills, but there are still many cheap killers who only take two thousand US dollars every time.

"Tututu!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Two killers who rushed out of the corner were instantly shot into sieve by special service members who were guarding the important road.

Even a fly cannot fly out.

This is what Lake said, and it is also the unanimous idea of ​​five special service members who have now lost their staff.

With blood...

Repay blood!

"Boom!"

The second floor security room exploded instantly. With a bang, the butcher and the rat man hiding inside were covered in blood and were thrown directly from the second floor to the ground.

"Don't move!"

"Don't move!"

The three special agents immediately surrounded the dark and heat-emitting muzzles aimed directly at the butcher and rat man who were about to lose too much blood.

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

Jack and a team of members came here to prepare to stand up for Sloan, but a lonely mayor evacuated from the factory and shouted at the special police guarding the gate.

The mayor looked panicked. He had only one thought now, which was to leave this place as soon as possible.

Rumble!

A helicopter appeared in the distance, followed by three helicopters from the New York Police Department.

Support is here.

Not only the New York Police Department knows what happened in the textile factory, but even the mainland hotels know about it...

However, even the mainland hotels that monopolize the killer world did not dare to fight with law enforcement forces on the surface. They just sent some people to come here to observe the battle situation.

Carlos didn't know the cross.

When Carlos took his son out of the textile factory and got into the police car, he did not care about the textile factory, but followed behind the police car to wonder whether to rescue his son.

There is chaos in the textile factory!

"Bang!"

Lake shot the head and the SWAT team encircled from bottom to top, while Lake cleaned up from top to bottom.

A red shadow flashed not far away.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Lake shook his gun and said to the firefox that appeared: "You are a beauty, why are you a thief?"

The same sentence.

Today, the Mutual Aid Association must be destroyed.

The beautiful female killer also has no preferential treatment.

The words fell.

Lake shook his gun again and once again launched a shooting duel with Firefox.

Bang bang bang bang!

Bullets collided with each other, jingling, and the sounds of bullets losing kinetic energy falling on the floor are endless, like clear symphony or a funeral song of death.

"Bang!"

“…”

Firefox's eyes shrank, and the magazine that had just entered halfway fell on the floor.

clatter!

clatter!

Lake took off his magazine and placed it in front of Firefox with a gentle tone: "Look, I won't feel tired even if I hit it for a day."

The fire fox lowered his eyebrows and stared at the hole in his chest.

Next second.

Plop!

Lake looked at the Firefox, whose eyes were closed and he fell to the ground, and shook his head.

If Lake's bullets were limited, Lake felt that he would definitely lose if this battle continued. Unfortunately, Lake is not an ordinary person, he is a man with plug-ins.

[Glock Type 17, like infinite bullets, gives you the bottom line of a man, making your bullets endlessly like the water of the Yellow River. You can shoot whatever you want, and don’t worry about running out of ammunition and food!]

Lake looked up and his eyes fell into the factory director's office not far away.

There is one left.

Sloan was in the factory director's office and went to a secret escape passage in Sloan and found that there was a special service movement in any pipeline. The old guy returned to his office.

When Lake walked into the office, the old man Sloan was sitting on his chair that was being slapped together and was smoking a cigar.

"Mr. Sloan."

Lake walked in, smiling, as if he was greeting an old acquaintance: "Why don't you find a way to escape?"

Sloan, who was smoking a cigar, looked tightly at Lake: "Who are you...?"

An ordinary detective is not that great.

Even if there is, no detective has a unique skill, gunfighting technique that only they have, which is only available to their mutual aid association.

so……

Sloan stared at Lake tightly, wanting to know an answer, otherwise Sloan knew that he would die with all his might.

He will die.

Sloan was sure, and the same thing was said, an ordinary policeman would arrest him, but the policeman who knew how to fight in front of him was definitely not for arresting him.

So Sloan wants to know an answer before he dies.

but!

"Bang!"

“…”

Lake pierced Sloan's eyebrows with a shot, walked out, threw the pistol that pierced Sloan next to the Firefox corpse. After walking back to the office, he looked at Sloan's corpse and said quietly: "The villain talks a lot, I don't like it. I like talking after killing you. Why, who asked you to increase the difficulty of work for me?"

At that time, I originally wanted to take the oil bottle Qiao to walk through the process.

This turned out to be good.

It turned from going through the process to a gunfight. If you want to blame it, it would be blamed for the killer at that time for being unethical. All of this was caused by the killer.

Lake stood there and looked around the office environment.

Next second.

"not good!"

Lake raised his eyebrows and looked at Sloan's body. Suddenly he remembered something. He had just forgotten to know where Sloan's small vault was from Sloan's mouth.

Five minutes later.

Lake frowned deeply at the treasure chest library that was also hidden behind the bookshelf.

What is the password?

Lake turned his head and looked at Sloan who was leaning against the chair and staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. He wanted to ask this question, but unfortunately, dead people cannot speak.

Just then.

"Lack!"

"Lack!"

Joe took a team of special agents to clean up the office. After Joe walked into the office, he saw Lake inside, said God, and hugged Lake tightly.

Don't get me wrong.
To be continued...