After solving several covert assassinations, it is time for the last day to protect Haman, and Mo Poor awaits the Little Brotherhood's final counterattack.

Sure enough, at noon, Mo Qian and Harman were having a meal, and there were peripheral personnel to warn them.

"There are assassins!"

Mo Qian immediately opened his eagle eye and asked, "Where are you hiding?"

"I didn't ...... Six Assassins have entered through the main entrance!" Wai Xiaoying said in Maili.

"Huh?"

Mo Qian was stunned for a moment, and stood on the upper floor of the palace and looked out of the window, and saw that on the top of the thirty-meter-high arch in the distance, there were six assassins, shrouded in black robes, standing in a row......

At the same time, on the smooth white dome of the temple on the left side of the palace, seven Assassins, six black and one white, slowly walked up.

In the row of side halls on the right, there were also sounds of fighting and fierce gunfire, and it was clear that another group of assassins had already entered.

"Mo poor, protect Haman. Gou Ye said with a liaison outside.

"How many Assassins are coming?" asked Ink Poor.

"I don't know, this time it's unexpected!" said Gou Ye.

For a moment, shouts were heard all over the rim of the palace, which were cries for help from the Assassin's outer security personnel.

"There's an Assassin here!"

"Ahh

"I ask for support! Please ......"

Through the window, Mo Qian even saw assassins jumping down from the sky, and as soon as they landed, they killed two security guards who were standing too close.

An assassin in white, after killing two people on the ground, one rolled, dodged the bullets, shook three throwing knives and killed three gunmen in seconds, stood up and rushed forward, and slashed the neck of one person as he passed.

In less than two seconds, he killed six people.

"Bang!" Mo Qian stood at the window and finished him with a single shot.

At the same time, he saw the six assassins on the arch in the distance jumping down like dumplings, their robes blown by the breeze, and their bodies were vigorous.

"Bang bang......" Mo Qian fired six shots in a row.

The six Assassins were shot in the head in mid-air, and six corpses were thrown to the ground.

"What's going on? are they sending it?" asked Mo Qiao.

This is an assassin, this is a rush at all!

Countless assassins attacked from all angles and killed people on sight, completely fighting with the Blue and White Society using this palace as a battlefield.

"Their purpose is to kill us!"

"Crazy...... Kill 800 enemies, lose 1,000 yourself, the little brother will show his dignity in this way, even if he can't complete the task, he will give us heavy damage, kill as many as he can, and make us feel pain. Gou Ye said in a deep voice.

With the strength of an assassin, if you attack ordinary people, or even only peripheral personnel, it will be like slaughtering chickens and dogs.

After shooting a few visible Assassins in the window, he found that many of the distress channels were silent.

The perimeter suffered heavy losses, and dozens of people died in just half a minute, and the security forces hired by the Blue and White Society died.

Not to mention Haman's original bodyguard, who was almost completely wiped out.

However, Gou Ye, Nikita and others have also killed a lot outside, and it is said that they have killed several teams.

"Didn't they count the losses?" Mo Qian said with an ugly face.

"In their words...... 'Assassins are also dignified, and anyone who dares to stop the blade of an assassin must die.'" "But it's usually revenge after the fact, but I didn't expect to kill it directly this time, it seems that it has developed very fat over the years!"

"Converge at once! Everyone, escort Haman to the racecourse!"

Mo Qian said, "Understood." ”

Going to the open was the only option, and if everyone converged, the Assassins would not be given a chance to break them one by one.

Except for the four members of the society here, the others died in front of the assassins.

The purpose of scattering everywhere was to prevent the Assassins from infiltrating, but now it is good that the Assassins did not infiltrate directly, and a large group of ...... came Killing spree.

There is no need for the peripheral personnel to disperse, gather quickly, and they will die if it is too late......

"Ahh

At this time, there were screams one after another from downstairs in the dormitory, and Mo Qian protected Haman, and as soon as he walked to the elevator entrance, there was no movement.

He asked the perimeter guards in various places, but no one responded.

It was as if all the people in the building were dead......

So much so that he now knew nothing about the intruding Assassins, he didn't know how many were coming, he didn't know where they were, because everyone who knew was dead......

All monitoring facilities were destroyed, including power facilities.

With a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, he led Haman down the stairs with Hawkeye.

As soon as I came down from the fourth floor to the third floor, there was a pungent smell of blood, and the corridor on the third floor was full of corpses.

Haman's servants and bodyguards all lay in pools of blood.

Mo Qian had just taken two steps when suddenly a corpse bounced up, and the Hidden Blade struck Mo Qian directly.

At the same time, the other two corpses in the distance suddenly raised their hands and shot arrows.

Mo Qian blocked instantly, the hand holding the gun shook wildly, and he threw three shots in a row, and the three assassins died instantly.

"There must still be ......," the thought popped into Mo Qiao's mind.

At the same time, he turned around and threw the gun at Harman behind his back, leaping lightly himself.

"Bang!"

He exploded the head of an Assassin who had been touched by Haman's back at some point.

"You lay down for me, blocking my view!" Mo Qian said in a deep voice.

Harman honestly lay down again, hugging Mo Poor's thighs.

Mo Qian dragged him with one leg and exerted force with one leg, running wildly in the corridor.

He used a gun in his left hand, and fired a different shot, and shot all the corpses he saw again.

With his right hand, he wielded his sword to guard against the assassins who burst out of the room.

However, no, until the first floor, Mo Qian was not attacked by the Assassins again.

I saw that he ran to the first floor with Haman, and was about to go out, but he saw a large group of assassins standing on the railing on the second floor, as well as on the dome and chandelier.

Some of them were black-robed, some white-robed, and they looked down on him in rows, and at the same time they fell from the sky, as if they had been waiting for a long time!

"it!"

It seemed that the assassins of the entire building had gathered here, and at this moment, they all jumped down together, covering the sky, with countless cold lights on their hands, and many sharp weapons flying out of the air, which made people's scalps tingle.

It's Assassin Rain!

Mo Qian didn't say a word, and dragged Haman out the door with one thigh.

At the same time, he also pulled out a pistol in his left hand, and shot at the sky with both hands, and the faces of these people kept flashing in his mind, and it didn't matter if he couldn't see them, where his eyes were locked, a bullet flew over.

His hands shook wildly, moving and shooting, his legs off his body and stepping on the wall of air, his body moving sideways and accelerating.

The muzzle of the gun sprayed tongues of fire, and countless blood sprays burst out in the air, and no one could dodge his bullets.

But there were too many, Mo Qian killed more than twenty, and he felt that he had only killed half of them, and he had no time to change the bullets.

Seeing that the assassin was already close in front of him, Mo Qiao's hair exploded.

At the last moment, he used most of the sugar, condensed into a huge wall of air, and pushed it up fiercely.

More than two dozen Assassins were blasted into the air and smashed into the dome, but the wall of air only existed for two seconds before it shattered.

Fortunately, he bought some time, but he took the opportunity to pull some distance, threw away the gun and held the stone saucer, and a wooden swift rose from his arms.

The swift was like a flying sword, positioned by his gaze, and flew deftly, its sharp wings and beak cutting through any foe it saw.

"Give me a little faster!" Mo Qian's hand twitching wildly as he held the stone saucer.

For the control of the wooden armor, there is only one thing he needs to do, and that is to accelerate!

If the bullet goes out, you can't control it, but the Woodcock can.

The wooden armor beast controlled by the supernatural, as long as it is within thirty meters, Mo Qian just wants it to fly wherever it wants, and it can turn at an acute angle at will.

The mind was racing, constantly resetting and locking, and the wooden swifts harvested in the air like a whirlwind of knives.

The wings of the wooden swift trembled wildly at the moment, but its body sometimes flew sideways, sometimes rotated...... Because the target that Mo Qian sometimes designates does not correspond to its direction.

But whether it flies horizontally, vertically, or upside down.

The wooden armor swift is surrounded by weapons, and it can be cut at will if it is slashed quickly.

One of the white-clad assassins twisted in the air and made an incredible turn.

However, it didn't work, the wooden armor swift that flew sideways in front of him suddenly sprinted at a right angle, and pierced his head strongly.

In front of Mo Qiao, everyone is equal, he doesn't know how much the white-clothed assassin is stronger than the black-clothed assassin, anyway, the four white-clothed assassins present were all killed first.

Eventually, all that fell were the raining corpses and a few of the black-clad assassins who were still alive.

This is also, Assassin's Rain.

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