I set off a mysterious revival in Marvel

Chapter 84
While shooting.

Ayrin turned over, and under the cover of the gunfire, he moved easily to the back of another bunker.

And this time.

The first floor of the textile factory had already been cleaned by the cross. The seven or eight killers who survived by chance, after hearing the movement, looked at the killer who was still headshot while hiding behind the pillar, and their faces changed drastically.

Each one is like an enemy.

"Fack, Arc Ballistic! Watch out, it's the traitor."

Driven by fear, they crazily headed towards Ayrin's previous hiding place, crazily tilting the ammunition.

In just a split second, the cabinet that Ayrin hid before was riddled with holes from densely packed bullets, and then shattered all over the ground with a bang.

Aylin wearing a clown mask felt his beating heart violently, and couldn't help but licked his lips.

"This is really exciting!"

Not knowing whether it was due to his nature or the influence of the potion on him, Ayrin found that he actually fell in love with this exciting feeling.

After pricking up his ears and carefully listening to where the gunshots came from, Ayrin flicked his right hand violently.

Immediately, a killer who crazily tilted his fire toward Ayrin's original position stopped in place instantly, and the bullet drew a graceful arc in mid-air, blasting into his head from the left side.

In an instant.

But it came out from the right brain again, and then, the bullet went unabated into the left head of the No.2 killer, then the third, and the fourth...

"boom!"

In an instant, Ayrin's arc ballistic technique directly dealt with the four assassins faintly swarming over here.

Seeing that Ayrin killed his 4 companions with one shot, the remaining killers seemed to recall the fear of being dominated by the cross, and their expressions changed drastically and they ran towards the distance.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

When he saw the other party, he dared to show his back to himself.

Aylin raised his gun and fired without hesitation. After a burst of gunshots, Aylin sent all the seven or eight killers who were frightened by the cross to hell.

Turn on Spirit Vision.

Through the spirit vision, he shot the half-dead killers on the first floor of the textile factory.

Ayrin rushed towards the depths of the first floor of the textile factory, where the sounds of fighting were still being heard.

The battle taking place on the first floor is precisely the slaughterhouse deep in the textile factory.

It stands to reason that the butcher, who was not supposed to be the opponent of the cross, raised his two knives at this time, and pressed down on the cross fiercely.

Except for the bullets shot at his face and heart with the blade of the knife, the butcher didn't care about any bullets shot at other parts of him by the cross.

Instead, he bullied himself and slashed towards the cross frantically, leaving several bloody knife marks on his body.

That formidable strength and agility that didn't match its size at all, directly taught the cross a hard lesson in this slaughterhouse.

After noticing that the butcher acted strangely as if he couldn't feel pain, the eyes of the cross turned cold.

"boom!"

The right hand of the cross flicked, and in an instant, the silver-white bullet threw a gorgeous arc in the air, and then, with a bang, it shattered the butcher's ankle from behind.

Although the butcher seemed to have lost his sense of pain at this time, the broken ankle completely affected the butcher's nimble steps.

"Damn..."

"boom!"

Before the butcher could finish his words, the second bullet hit the butcher's temple without any nonsense.

The butcher had no choice but to swing the knife fiercely, knocking away the bullet that hit his temple.

But almost at the same time that he knocked that bullet into the air, another silver-white bullet fired from the cross had the same effect as an explosive bullet, directly blasting half of his neck with a bang.

"Double throwing guns, the legendary double arc ballistic technique! Cross you did it."

When the cross blasted the butcher's neck, a nonno voice suddenly rang in the cross's ear.

"Why are you still here?"

Looking at the pharmacist who was accepted as his younger brother and had been acting as his internal response, Cross asked with a frown.

According to the plan, the pharmacist should have taken advantage of the chaos and left the textile factory at this time.

"I came here to tell you that Sloan, the gunsmith and Firefox are both in Sloan's study at this time. They seem to have set a trap and are waiting for you to come."

Hearing the words, Cross didn't care about the trap the pharmacist said, but said coldly, "Are they all in the study? That's fine, it saves me from running around."

As he said that, Cross glanced at the pharmacist again, and said, "Get out of here quickly, or you won't be able to leave when the police arrive."

After saying these words, he walked towards Sloan's study without looking back.

With his back turned to the pharmacist, it seemed that he was not afraid that he would shoot himself.

Looking at the back of the cross, the pharmacist's eyes flickered, as if hesitating, but in the end, he chose to turn around and leave.

Ever since the Cross betrayed the Brotherhood, they had become strangers to each other.

Hearing that the cross killed his own son with his own hands last night, the pharmacist couldn't believe his eyes.

From that moment on, the pharmacist understood that the cross was no longer the cross it had been before.

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Fresh from the butcher's slaughterhouse.

A silver light suddenly flashed in front of the pharmacist's eyes, and his hands were cut off by a silver-white silk thread in the next second.

"boom!"

At this moment, a crisp gunshot sounded in Ayrin's ears.

Aylin, whose body was almost ninety degrees backward in an instant, dodged the shot, raised his hand, raised his gun in the direction of the slaughterhouse, and fired three shots in a row.

Bang bang bang!
Almost at the same time, three shots were heard from the slaughterhouse.

Dangdang Dangdang!
Six rapidly spinning bullets collided two by two in mid-air, shooting out dazzling sparks one after another.

Immediately afterwards, Ayrin saw the cross with unusually cold eyes walking out of the slaughterhouse.

"Who did I think it was? It turned out that you, a little mouse, followed me."

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At the same time that Ayrin and the cross met unexpectedly.

In Sloan's huge circular study.

The gray-haired Sloan was holding a white silk cloth and carefully wiping his bloody palms.

At this time, Firefox Fox, and the six official members of the Assassin Brotherhood, including the gunsmith, had become corpses at some point.

Their bodies were placed in fixed positions by Sloan in turn.

Each showed a strange posture, worshiping Sloan in the center of the study.

The blood flowed from the corpses of the six assassin brothers into the grooves that had been dug in the study room, slowly converging into a strange scarlet symbol.

.........

(Also at night.)
(End of this chapter)