I don't know when, but everywhere Van Cyber went, the explosion of destruction followed.

It's not that he has awakened some kind of special ability, it's just that for a very pure reason, it is obviously much easier to destroy an opponent with gunpowder and nitric acid magic than to slash it with a knife, so the pragmatist Cyber quickly liked this type of attack.

The Beast's Cry was hit by a full 5 cluster bombs at the same time, and the stronghold that took a lot of resources from the Hand to build in half a month was blown up in less than 5 seconds, along with nearly 150 addicts and more than 70 Hand Shinobi who were happy among them, these guys went to hell in a painless way in a feeling of fluttering and without warning, in a sense, it can be regarded as a kind of luck.

The flames that rose in the night sky tore through the silence above Hell's Kitchen and were like a signal flare for war, and in less than 20 seconds, nearly 10 fireworks were set off across the entire neighborhood, and even the Kama Taj mages who maintained large hidden circles around the city were a little stunned.

When, when, in the present world, such madmen appeared in the world of waging a private war in the territory of a territorially intact country?

A full 9,000 screaming maniacs who were stimulated by the explosion waved the automatic weapons in their hands, and rushed into the established battle point under the leadership of the captains who had completely demonized and transformed, and used steel and fire to beat those who were waiting for the battle, but they seemed to be helpless into a hornet's nest, their ninjutsu was difficult to entangle, very tricky, and if you really want a 1V1 confrontation, it is likely that 5-10 villains will be needed to fight against a medium ninja, but after Cyber played his cards unreasonably and came up with the retaliatory means of the Great Legion Battle, the advantages of these ninjas were wiped out in an instant。

After all, no matter how high your dodge means, in the face of nearly a hundred bullets flying towards you, you can't completely dodge, and large-caliber military bullets are unreasonable, in this kind of melee assault, as long as you are hit by one, it is equivalent to death is already smiling at you.

In the face of this metal storm offensive, the Hand Clan's counterattack was noticeably slower, not that they were blinded, and the Hand was not a fool, as one of the assassination organizations that had dominated Dongying for hundreds of years, they were very clever in their grasp of intelligence, in fact, when the first devilish members entered Hell's Kitchen, they were already aware of the threat, but they stubbornly believed that in this kind of street fighting, the Hand had an advantage that the other party did not have.

But just the explosion at the beginning tore apart the carefully prepared defense line of the Hand Association, and even with the war wisdom of Murakami, the current leader of the Hand Clan, he could not have imagined that the Cyber Society would be crazy enough to use the white phosphorus bomb as a frenzied weapon of war directly in the city, and the result would be equivalent to: the Hand was ready to fight against the same gang, but when the war began, it was found that the gang members who had been promised had become a regular army with fire support.

And gang members, is it possible to deal with the regular army?

No... It was just one killing.

Robin, who was sitting on the side of the gunship, adjusted the angle of the cannon, he was wearing tactical goggles, his expression was cold, Tian Beiming, who was sitting next to him and was responsible for guiding the target, looked at the battlefield-like block under his feet with some concern, and he asked softly,

"Won't such a crazy move get you in trouble?"

"Bang Bang"

What answered him was Robin's unhesitating press of the start button, and the Vulcan cannon with a rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per second, easily moved a stubborn three-story building with the internal Hand Ninja to the ground within 5 seconds, and in the smoke with the smell of death, Robin's eyes flashed a trace of hatred and killing intent,

"Trouble? no... There's no going to be trouble, it's just a gangster fight. ”

He looked up at the sky, and in the empty sky, Kama Taj's large Shadow Circle had made everything that happened in Hell's Kitchen invisible, even though it had become a real hell, but even the inhabitants who were just across the street were still living their lives quietly, and the power of magic seemed so magical in such a moment of destruction.

The military satellites of the Ministry of Defense simply do not see anything that is happening here, and they cannot do anything without evidence.

And Cyber overdrew all his credit in the Ancient One at one time, and also took on the debt he hated the most, and even did not hesitate to really turn his face with S.H.I.E.L.D., in exchange for this revenge, such a tragic price, if the Hand can't perish, not only Cyber, but even Robin himself will feel that this fate is so unfair!

"Next goal, do a good job of guiding!"

Robin's finger was once again on the start button of the cannon, Tian Beiming remembered the quirky little girl who asked him a lot of strange questions, he shook his head, and simply stopped commenting on this matter, just glanced at it casually, and reported a precise coordinate, and the next moment, a series of death fires fell from the sky.

In less than 10 minutes after the battle began, all 27 strongholds of the Hand on the outskirts of Hell's Kitchen fell, and all 587 ninjas who held their positions were killed, and the other party did not even think of staying alive, including 7 precious shinobi, 3 of whom were dragged by demonized villains in the rubble and could not get out, and finally died in a very aggrieved way, in the bombardment of gunships and cluster bombs.

The remaining 4 were killed by Cyber one by one in a cruel and very cruel way.

The ninjas of the Hand fought to the death, their figures shuttling back and forth in the darkness, trying their best to take the lives of one or two members of the Devil Gang, and then they were torn to pieces by the storm of bullets and disappeared into the sky, and more ninjas were driven out of their hiding places like rats, and then pierced through their bodies by staggered bullets.

Even the power of the Shadow Beasts they summoned with the power of their souls would be shattered by brute force by the demonized members of the Devil Gang, and the more tricky ones would be found by the cadres of the Devil Gang, and then crushed by even greater power, and the black hellfire swept through everything in the rolling rage of its master, leaving only broken ruins and cold ashes in its path.

Ninjutsu... Useless!

Hell's Kitchen at this time... It has become a real hell.

Like the turbidity of the ocean easily drowning the stones that tried to block their way, the mercury-like attack, the thunderous assault, the glorious Hand for centuries was subjected to the most brutal challenge in its history on this night, and the worst thing was that they had no time to call back the forces scattered elsewhere in the United States, and in the face of the enemy's full force, they could only fight back with less than two-thirds of their strength.

Being pressed to the ground and rubbed against it will not reverse the result at all.

The black man Sowanda watched the surveillance screens in front of him disappear one after another, his not too strong heart was clenched by an invisible fear, the burning buildings in front of him, the ruins ignited by the flames that fell from the sky, the ninjas who died in the ruins and turned to ashes and had no bones left, reminded him of his hometown, the chaotic place where war was the only source of wealth, he was the lucky one who crawled out of the pile of the dead, after entering the Hand Club, he had sworn that he would never be haunted by those childhood nightmares again, but now, to his horror, he was never really out of that nightmare。

"We... Who the hell are we messing with?"

He turned around and looked at the other three silent leaders with a somewhat glazed gaze, this expression of lost dreams should not have been on the leader of an organization, but now there was no one to correct his indecent posture, because the others were just like him.

The originally confident and ambitious Bo disciple's fingers were beating fast on the table, the rhythm was not a tune at all, showing his bad mood at this time, Alexandra did not have the seductive charm before, her still beautiful face was a blank expression, even 3 hours ago, the new leader Murakami who confidently announced that he was going to establish an earthly paradise, his eyes were shining with a look of being deceived and disbelieving.

His fingers were clasped on the table in front of him, and his expression was like that of a lone wolf driven into a corner.

"This can't be! This can't be !!"

Murakami stood up from his chair, his hands clenched into fists, and the leader roared in a low voice in a hoarse voice,

"Why should they... Why are they so powerful! A mere gang that has been around for less than five years! Why are they so powerful! I don't believe it!"

"Then we... What do we do now?"

Alexandra looked at Murakami a little dazed, even though she had gained great power from the ancient demons served by the Hand Clan, but she had been living under the leadership of Lady Gao, it was the first time she had encountered such a tricky situation, so the problem that had always been dealt with by Lady Gao was now in front of their eyes.

But it seems, they seem... Really unprepared.

They underestimate their opponents, they look down on themselves.

"Send out the rest of the shinobi!"

The Botu sitting next to her suddenly spoke, "Send out all your powers!"

"You're crazy!"

The black man Sowanda pointed to the screen behind him and shouted, "They can't rush out at all! The opponent has overwhelming firepower! They will be shot into a hornet's nest before they can pull out their knives, you are sending them to death!"

But Botu's crazy suggestion was supported by Murakami, Dongying took a deep breath, cyan gas swirled around him, like a roaring oriental dragon, he pursed his lips, glanced at Botu, and finally gritted his teeth and said,

"Just do what the bloggers say! Let them buy time... Send the Shadow Warriors out!"

"It doesn't make sense!"

Alexandra swept the decorations on the table to the ground in annoyance, her voice sharp, "They've cordoned off the entire block, there's no way for us to leave!"

"Who said we were leaving?!"

Murakami's voice suddenly became high, "We're not leaving! Go to the Shadowland!"

The atmosphere in the small room immediately became stagnant, and Sowanda and Alexandra looked at each other, and the black man asked in a deep voice,

"You're going to wake it up?"

"That's right!"

Murakami didn't seem to want to say more, he took the katana at his waist, turned around, and was about to walk out of the room, Botu followed him silently, and Alexandra shouted again,

"But the soul... We don't have enough souls to wake it up!"

Murakami turned his head to look at her, his eyes were full of coldness, "It's enough to wait until the remaining 700 people die... As long as the beast is in full strength, the Hand will lose nothing more than old blood, and as long as we are there, the Hand will continue to exist..."

The voice made Alexandra and Sowanda shiver at the same time, and the Botu saw the retreat in the eyes of the two men, and he rolled his eyes, and said in a seductive voice,

"As far as I know, Madame Gao also has a hidden Hand High Level Ninja, they only obey the orders of the real Hand leader, that is the true essence of the Hand Clan, I don't believe that Mrs. Gao will let the devil outside destroy the Hand Club, so let that stubborn old lady go and fight to the death with them. ”

"We reap the benefits of fishermen..."

The Botu spread his hands, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "What is your answer? Do you want to come together? Or will we fight first? As long as you win, you can kneel and beg for mercy like a dog, maybe those demons will mercifully let you go." ”

"I'll go!"

Sowanda hesitated for a few seconds and strode after Murakami, and Alessandra was silent, but eventually, she got up from her chair.

You see, in this kind of crisis, a person's true integrity can be truly reflected, isn't it?

Ladies and gentlemen, at this moment, we must not forget a truth:

Often only the brave deserve to live...