"Stop them!"

In the aftermath of the explosion, the voice of the sheriff belonging to 'Fishbone Street' rang out.

The guards immediately turned around and raised their guns to stop the three men.

Bang bang bang!

The muzzle flickered.

Bullets were fired intensively, but the three people who rushed out were like unpredictable prophets, one by one, either jumping, or stuttering, or rushing forward directly.

The movements are different, but the three of them are like one.

Not only did he dodge the bullet, but he also fought back.

Whoosh, whoosh.

There was a sharp sound of blades breaking through the air.

The guards with guns clutched their throats and fell to the ground.

"I can't help myself."

The man who shot the knife sneered a few times, and then looked at Jason.

"Are you the one who has sabotaged our operations several times recently?"

"Have you figured out how to die?"

The other party asked coldly.

Then, as he spoke, a throwing knife was fired.

Sou!

Bite!

The knife shot straight into Jason's throat, but before the knife could come to him, Hannibal raised his hand.

A scalpel appeared in Hannibal's hand and waved.

When the tip of the knife touches, the flying knife is directly knocked off.

"A sneak attack is not a gentleman's doing."

Hannibal stepped forward and said.

"Gentleman?"

"We are warriors!"

"The best warrior!"

"We just need to win – victory by any means!"

The sneak attacker was not ashamed at all, but said proudly, and the person behind him pointed the gun at Jason and his party in the middle of these words, and pulled the trigger.

Da-da-da-da.

Two submachine guns spit fire snakes.

As early as the muzzle of the gun was raised, Jason picked up the female pastry chef and flashed into the building next to him.

Hannibal, Edward, Bancy Jr., and Griffin dodged to the other side.

Smack, smack!

Bullets struck the surrounding walls, and rubble flew everywhere.

The three men who rushed out of the explosion shot and retreated.

One grenade after another flew out, not only landing exactly where Jason and his party were dodging, but also being thrown behind them.

Boom Boom!

A series of explosions.

Two specially made smoke grenades were thrown.

Snort, snort!

Suddenly, the smoke of gunpowder filled the 'Fishbone Street'.

When everyone's vision was obscured, the three-person team rushed towards the parking lot at the entrance.

Although until now, they didn't know why it was just a small hunt that 'Fishbone Street' suddenly turned around, they had done similar things before, and in the end, it was just a matter of making amends.

And this time?

Dordot went straight to war.

If it weren't for their habitual defensive measures, they would have been killed by this time.

Now, though?

They have the upper hand!

As soon as they get to the parking lot, they will have a chance to live.

And this is not a difficult thing for them.

They've been through so many of them.

Everything is easy to grasp.

Wait for them to rush out...... Hmph, 'Fishbone Street'?

They're going to get revenge on Fishbone Street!

Compared to their 'ghost squad', what is a small 'fishbone street'?

It's just a country organization that can be crushed at hand.

That's right!

And that retired trash!

A waste that can't even bear the trauma of war, which has been active in front of their eyes lately!

Do you really think that by destroying some actions they don't care about, you can confront them head-on?

How naïve!

When they get serious, they must make the other party pay.

Boom!

Knock knock!

was retreating quickly, and the three people who were thinking in their hearts suddenly heard a noise.

The sound was familiar.

It seems to be the sound of a heartbeat.

But how can the heartbeat be so loud?

It's so big that it looks like it's ......

War drums!

Where do the war drums come from?

It's not really a battlefield.

Moreover, the so-called war drums have long since retired from the stage of war, and although they are trainee members of the 'Ghost Squad', they also like to end the battle without a trace.

As for the charge when the drums of war sounded?

That long ago fell behind.

It's an old-fashioned thing.

The drums of war sounded?

Knight charge?

Laugh to death!

The three-person team couldn't help but smile contemptuously, and then—

Burst!

The leader, the attacker with the throwing knife, suddenly felt a pain in his back.

As soon as he subconsciously lowered his head, he saw a knife tip protruding from his chest.

"This ......"

Sting!

The leading attacker wanted to open his mouth, but Jason flicked his wrist and swung the broad-bladed short-handled machete straight upward, sliding the blade directly out of the opponent's body and grazing the neck of the gunman next to him.

Burst!

The skull flew up, blood spurting.

As soon as the remaining one raised the muzzle of the gun, he was kicked in the wrist by Jason, and the muzzle of the gun rose irrepressibly, and after spewing out a series of gunfire, it came to an abrupt end with the slashing of the broad-bladed short-handled machete.

The three-man team did not blink an eye.

Their eyes widened as they looked at Jason, who was armed with a broad-bladed short-handled machete.

Their pupils reflected the tall figure.

Eventually, his eyes darkened, and he no longer breathed.

Jason raised his hand and pulled the leader's pocketbag off, and the whole person disappeared into the smoke again.

He didn't need any more certainty.

The vague scent coming from his fanny pack was enough to tell Jason where he was looking for.

The smoke gradually cleared.

Doldord rushed over with more guards, looking at the three corpses on the ground and frowning.

"Fence it off."

Dordot commanded.

Then, he turned his head to look behind him, and Jason and his party stepped out from behind the building.

Dordold breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Her Majesty had not been harmed.

With a wave of his hand, Dordord walked over to Jason and his party again.

"Sorry, as you can see, we had some surprises."

"Fishbone Street is closing today."

"You're welcome next time."

"Of course, to make up for you, your waiver will last longer."

"And, you can offer appropriate compensation."

As he spoke, Dordot bowed.

The female pastry chef dodged again, then turned to look at Jason.

She knew exactly what she was here for.

Jason gestured with his eyes to the corpses of the three-person team on the ground.

In an instant, the female pastry chef reacted.

"These are our trophies."

She pointed to the corpse on the ground.

Doldot was stunned.

Then he nodded.

"Of course."

As he spoke, the sheriff of Fishbone Street waved his hand.

Immediately, the guards began to help pack.

What Her Majesty wanted these corpses for, Dordot didn't know why.

He only knows what Her Majesty wants, and he just obeys.

Jason and his party set out on their return journey.

Just ten minutes later, Jason and his party returned to the ground.

The whole trip ended faster than expected.

But the harvest is there.

It's not just a 'trade' with the Pruss family.

And the fanny pack in the hand.

Even if it is separated by leather, the waist bag is still specially made, but the fragrance that is absent has already been told what Jason is inside.

Goo-dong.

Jason couldn't help but swallow.

However, he did not pull his pocket.

Not only because of his patience training, but also because of his almost four times the perception of ordinary people, there were many breathing sounds in the shadows of the streets on both sides, which should not have existed.

"Stop!"