Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

A variety of parts are constantly emerging in his hands, assembling one after another of freshly produced "Improved Models of the 3000 that kills you." And when Chen Yan put away the sixth freshly baked flying knife, there was a strange movement outside the door.

"Are you sure this is it?"

"Ah."

"Squeak..."

The ancient door was slowly pushed open, and the black muzzle of the gun poked out from the gap in the door. When the killer who came to encircle and suppress entered the antique shop, the place where Chen Yan was originally located was empty at this moment.

"Ok?"

The leader looked at the coffee table not far away with confusion. There was an obvious dent in the sofa next to it. It was obvious that someone had been here and had just left not long ago.

And on the coffee table was a blood-red thin dart with a strange shape.

"Be alert."

I saw him giving orders to the left and right, walking to the coffee table, and gently picking up the darts on the coffee table: "Blood Dragon...the killing dragon..."

"Is it really here?"

However, there were two muffled sounds behind him, which made him feel something was wrong. He immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it behind him, but there was nothing.

Including...his teammates.

"Tick."

The sound of water drops falling.

He looked up and saw that his teammate, with his eyes wide open at the moment, was just... suspended in mid-air.

The slender hemp rope, with a dragon-head dart tied to one end, penetrated the teammate's neck and hung his body, which weighed more than 100 kilograms, with blood dripping continuously. The handrails of the stairs in the antique shop were stained. It was overwhelmed and made a squeaking sound.

The unknown killer's forehead was covered in cold sweat at the moment. He had long heard that "Blood Dragon" was cruel in his methods, but he didn't expect that he also liked to play the game of transforming into a living person, silent assassination + rope dart execution. This kind of operation is even available in Japan. Not all ninjas may be able to do it perfectly. If nothing else happens, the "blood dragon" at this time should be looking at him from behind.

In nature, many hunters like to play with their prey until they are exhausted before enjoying it. However, they are obviously regarded as prey by the "blood dragon".

The killer kept his movements calmly, pretending to be panic and took one step back...and another step...

When he retreated to the third step, he suddenly turned around and pressed the trigger preemptively. The gun in his hand spit out tongues of fire, leaving large bullet holes in the wall. However, he was just fighting with the air. He expected There was still no reaction from Chen Yan's position.

Could it be that, just to attract my attention, the blood dragon has left?

A thought flashed through his mind, but the killer did not dare to let down his guard so easily. He turned around vigilantly and kept checking the surrounding environment.

No... not here either...

Where did the "Blood Dragon" go?

"I hate it when people bother me."

A strange and cold synthesized sound sounded. The killer immediately turned around and fired a round of bullets in the direction of the sound, and then successfully fired the bullet, which was accompanied by the sound of broken window glass and glass shards on the ground.

"Where are you?!"

"Come out!"

"Face me! Bastard!"

The killer yelled angrily, pretending to be angry, and silently raised his left hand holding the rifle body. He pressed the hidden button in the tiger's mouth to send the current GPS positioning information to the reward release office in the Continental Hotel.

"Boom!"

Outside the window, a white light flashed, and then...there was a loud crash of thunder.

The killer was horrified to find that there seemed to be a figure flashing in front of him just now, but when he shot again, he found that the figure just now seemed to be just an illusion...

Fear can actually be overcome, provided that everything is within the scope of understanding.

If it were just an ordinary stealth assassination, a normal killer would be able to do it, and it would be impossible for a fellow killer to have such a fear.

But "Blood Dragon" seems to be very good at using the environment to create frightening situations.

The brutal massacre at the beginning made him famous, and now he has become more powerful in the indoor assassination. It is not without reason that "Blood Dragon" chose the rope dart for execution. The rope dart penetrates the human body and hangs the body high, which is not only a provocation and warning to the intruders. , which can produce sufficient visual impact on intruders...

Now, coupled with that incomprehensible hallucination.

The sound of thunder was like a sharp sword that instantly shattered the calm state of mind of the killer. Ordinary people, even the second generation of the mafia family like Santino, would mostly suffer from symptoms such as incontinence and emotional breakdown when in extreme panic. , and killers have undergone special training and generally will not be frightened.

They will only be angry from the heart, evil from the side of courage, and then play GG amidst laughter and laughter.

But... I might be able to delay it until reinforcements arrive.

As the killer thought, his heart rate increased sharply, and the continuous secretion of adrenaline stimulated his five senses. His survival instinct made him almost 200% vigilant and physically aware, and retreated step by step towards the entrance.

"Bang, bang."

"boom."

Two shots to the torso and one to the head made the King of Hell shake his head.

At the entrance, a figure slowly walked into the antique store. His long black hair was tied behind his head, and his thick stubble was already wet from the rain. In his hand, there was a pistol with a shining metallic luster, and a faint smoke was emitting from the muzzle. . John had a smooth journey on the way here. However, unfortunately, when he arrived at the door, reinforcements for the corpse in front of him had already arrived. 21 bullets, 7 people, and each corpse had six precise holes. .

"Stop playing, Number Six."

John said softly, he unloaded the magazine of the pistol, refilled it with bullets, then reloaded, opened the magazine with one hand and took a look. The Kimber Warrior 1911 had the old problem of jamming at first launch, but fortunately, it didn’t jam this time.

"We should go."

"Your Majesty Night Demon, I haven't killed enough yet..." Chen Yan jumped down from above helplessly and said.

John put the pistol away, stood up and observed the surrounding environment. He seemed to have thought of something and walked towards the interior of the antique shop without saying a word. Chen Yan, on the other hand, said with a weird look on his face: "Damn...it can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

It's such a coincidence.

Chen Yan watched helplessly as John opened the back door of the antique store in front of him, which was connected to an aisle. At the other end of the aisle was dim light, which looked a bit like an old warehouse. This is a gun shop behind the antique store, on the same floor, but similar to the antique store, it was poorly run and has been empty for a long time.

John looked around, as if thinking about whether to replenish the firepower in his hand.

"Wow."

I saw Chen Yan smashing the glass of a display cabinet and taking out three revolvers of different models from the display cabinet. One had a broken firing pin, one had a barrel filled with cement, and the remaining one had a broken magazine.

No wonder John dismantles three guns and reassembles them into one in the movie, but John really dares to do so. The three revolvers are obviously different models. In tribute to "The Good, the Bad, and the Bad," the dismantling and reassembly of the guns must at least be the same model of gun. Thanks to John's good luck in the movie, otherwise the bullets would explode in minutes when the gun is assembled like this.

Looking at Chen Yan who was happily dismantling the gun in front of him, John twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a strange look on his face: "What are you doing?"

"Preparing firepower for you." Chen Yan's hands were so fast that afterimages appeared. In less than 10 seconds, he reorganized the available materials of three revolvers into a usable revolver. He even unlocked an ordinary quality one. Engineering drawing of a revolver.

"But..." John pointed forward helplessly, pointing to several boxes of explosives, "Aren't there better ones over there?"

"..."

With a flash of light in his hand, the revolver filled with Chen Yan's passion was taken into the system space by Chen Yan. He said expressionlessly:

"Okay, Lord Night Demon."

"Let's burn New York to ashes."