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"Oh!"

A palm full of age spots pressed hard on the table.

"What's going on! Firefox didn't come back! Who can tell me what's going on with this masked man!"

In the textile factory, Sloan, the brotherhood's talker, roared at a group of subordinates with a frosty face.

"What else can we do? Firefox must have betrayed us. I told you this bitch is unreliable."

The person who spoke was a carefree repairman who looked like a gangster.

He is best at close combat and has rich fighting experience.

"It's not like you are useless, afraid of facing the cross! If I hadn't had to, I would have sent Firefox to pick up that good-for-nothing kid?"

As he said this, Sloan punched the desk in anger.

Leave a shallow fist mark.

Regardless of his age, if we go forward 30 years, Sloan would also be one of the top assassins in the Brotherhood.

A group of subordinates stopped talking when they saw their boss was angry. No one was willing to stand up and be Sloan's punching bag.

After taking a few breaths, Sloan calmed down.

"We must find them as soon as possible, no matter what the cost."

Sloane knew the power of Carlos and Firefox joining forces.

After all, Carlos alone has already frightened the assassins of the Brotherhood, and there is also a Firefox who is only slightly worse than him.

When these two people come together, sooner or later the brotherhood will be torn apart by them.

"Has the identity of the man beside the cross been found?"

Sloane thought of the stranger standing next to Carlos.

He doesn't look like a weakling either.

"We already have a clue."

Someone handed Sloan a tablet.

A photo of a road shootout is shown above.

"Because of the searchlights, we retrieved the video and image data collected by the police, and found that only this picture was the clearest."

"But all that can be seen is a profile of his face, and his identity cannot be matched in the police station's database."

The man explained solemnly, but Sloan was obviously not in the mood to listen to his long speech and gave him a cold look.

"Let's get straight to the point."

He was so frightened by this look that he trembled all over. He quickly stopped talking and began to speak concisely.

"We paid to get his information in the archives of the Killers' Guild."

"His name is John Wick, known as the Night Stalker and the King of Killers! He once set a record of killing 87 people in an entire gang by one person."

"People in the industry say that you can do anything, but don't touch John Wick's son, otherwise he will definitely come to your door and shoot you through the head."

What this young man said was a bit alarmist, which made the other assassins look with disdain.

Naturally, there are no mediocre assassins that can be summoned by Sloan at this time, and the weakest person is also the top level in the Brotherhood.

In their opinion, no matter how powerful a mere assassin may be, his abilities are comparable to that of a powerful assassin.

Seeing this, Sloan glared at them angrily and said, "You look down on him? He has killed two official members of the Brotherhood! By a killer you look down upon!"

The others' eyes moved when they heard this.

I don't despise it that much, but I don't think I attach much importance to it.

At this time, someone knocked on the door and came in, looking panicked.

"BOSS, I think you need to come and see for yourself."

This man was Sloan's confidant. Although his combat prowess was only second-rate, he was more loyal and aware of current affairs, so he was assigned to guard the door.

Seeing his confidant, who had always been very flexible, so nervous, Sloan suddenly became interested.

"We're talking as we walk."

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The foundation of the textile factory is located in a lake, surrounded by water on three sides, with only a cement road extending from the shore accessible.

What's even more amazing is that a seven- to eight-meter-high city wall was built around the textile factory, with sentry towers guarding the four corners. It's impossible to see what's going on inside from the outside.

With the iron gate made of steel, it looks like a castle.

Today, the secret headquarters of the Assassin Brotherhood welcomed an uninvited guest.

The enemy took advantage of the darkness and single-handedly sneaked into the defense circle outside the headquarters.

With just one pair of hands, he broke the necks of seven or eight guarding assassins.

What's even more frightening is that the enemy seems to be able to predict the future.

In addition to the overwhelming barrage of fire suppression, he completely ignored the sporadic bullets. He did not look for cover at all, but only used tiny evasive movements to dodge the bullets.

It will also explode at any time, causing those who hit it with bare hands to vomit blood and die.

Just like this, they marched straight into the textile factory.

Now, he actually grabbed an assassin openly and kept saying that he wanted to see Sloan.

"…He said he was here to cooperate and that he could help us avoid future troubles."

Sloan led his elite assassins down the corridor. He listened to the reports from his confidants, his expression gradually becoming colder.

No matter who the enemy is, if he dares to pull the Brotherhood's beard, his life must be worse than death.

After passing the corner, Sloan saw the mysterious man surrounded by a group of assassins in the workshop.

Surrounded by dozens of guns, the intruders were calm and showed no fear at all.

Of course, others can't see the enemy because he wears a pure white smiling mask with a red spiral symbol on the cheek.

"It's you?"

When Sloan saw the person coming, his eyes were stern.

Isn't this the mysterious masked man who broke into the battlefield of Fox and Cross on the highway a few hours ago!

It was this person who disrupted the situation that gave Firefox and Cross the opportunity to communicate.

As a result, he lost a general in vain, and the cross gave him another boost.

With this grudge in front, the Killing Brotherhood assassins are behind.

It's true that enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

"Kill him."

Sloan's tone was as calm as crushing an ant, but the murderous intent in his eyes burst out like substance.

"Kakaka…"

There was the sound of a bullet being loaded.

But the next second, the fingers of the assassins pulling the trigger were frozen by the masked man's action of opening his suit.

"No...no...no..."

The masked man held the pull ring with one hand, and at least ten high-explosive grenades were connected to the other end of the rope.

He turned around as if displaying a treasure so that everyone could see the grenade hanging under his suit.

Suddenly, the assassins did not dare to shoot.

With the power of so many grenades exploding at the same time, I'm afraid everyone present would have to be buried with him.

"Hehehe...why are you so serious? Why don't you smile?"

No one could laugh.

"You lunatic!"

Some people couldn't help but angrily shouted.

This sentence also expresses everyone’s feelings.

"Don't be so mean."

The masked man calmly nodded slightly to Sloan, who was standing among the assassins.

"I'm really here to discuss cooperation."