New Jersey, Brotherhood Headquarters.

Sloane was standing on the fourth floor, looking down through the window, and suddenly saw a green heavy-duty truck, as well as two people in the front and passenger seats.

Cross, Wesley.

During this time, the secret information of the Brotherhood was leaked, and he was the first to suspect the father and son, what kind of confidential information it was, except for insiders, no laymen could find out at all.

It must have been leaked by these two bastards!

No need to look it up at all.

In order to extinguish the fire, he lost hundreds of millions, his heart was haggard, and his hair turned gray in just a few days, as if he was several years old, I didn't expect these two guys to dare to come?!

Sloan turned the Rubik's Cube in his hand crackling, gritted his teeth at a man in a black leather coat next to him, and said, "Iron Skin, blast these two guys into the sky for me, I don't want to see them again for a second!" ”

"Yes." Tin Hide smirked, opened the window, and what he was carrying on his shoulder was an RPG.

Thing, play Dafa!

Of course, the dimensional correction power is very strong, but when Lin Fan collapsed the plot to such an extent that the Brotherhood was known to the whole world and everyone was angry, he had always been cautious, and the scheming Sloan would not sit idly by.

He spent a fortune to arm the Brotherhood headquarters to the teeth, just waiting for the fish to take the bait.

He fished for Cross and Wesley, and Lin Fan was still second.

Until now, he didn't know how Firefox died, and how Wesley knew the truth, but he just guessed that he was a little secretive and let the cross contact Wesley.

Yes, he guessed, it was all the cross playing tricks.

RPG, full name Rocket-propelled-grenade, rocket-propelled grenade, recoilless anti-tank bazooka, a weapon of relative equal power, the cost is simply conscience, and there are not many side effects to use.

"Sloane, no!" At this time, a fat man with leather sleeves + leather apron + rubber shoes + leather gloves came with a notebook and walked briskly.

Sloane's face was gloomy, and he forcibly suppressed his anger, trying to remain calm and peaceful, and said, "Butcher, what's the matter?" ”

"Look at the news! That son of a bitch's 'I think I'm a god' has shot again! The butcher said urgently.

'I think I'm God' is an ID, and the previous information related to the brotherhood was all sent from this account, using the CIA intranet, with a very high level of confidentiality, and these days he is busy putting out fires everywhere, while checking the identity of this 'I think I'm God'.

Sloane's face changed drastically, as long as it is linked to this account, it is definitely not good news!

He took the notebook from the butcher's hand, and at a glance he saw two shocking words on the page: "Sloane! ”

Immediately afterwards, it was his face covered with age spots, a detailed introduction to his various materials, and every assassination operation he arranged, some of which had a huge impact and affected ordinary people, and they were especially highlighted!

Not only him, but the information of all the core members of the fraternity has been exposed!

Oops.

My lungs are about to explode.

“shi-t！ Damn, shit, shit! Out of his rage, Sloan slammed his notebook to the ground and tore it apart.

His eyes bulged out, and the bruises on his face were clearly visible.

He grabbed the butcher's collar with both hands and roared like a beast, "Who the is this 'I think I'm the sea', have you found out the?!" ”

The fat man, nicknamed "The Butcher", is also the core killer of the Brotherhood and the one who holds the authority of the Brotherhood, but he is frightened by Sloane's unprecedented anger.

The momentum of the superior is nothing more than this.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hurriedly said, "Check, find out, those materials are crosses, Wesley-"

“shit！” Sloan burst into a foul mouth, interrupted rudely, stared at the truck viciously, gritted his teeth, and said, "Sure enough, I knew it was these two crumbs!" 10. Words, shelves! It's all behind your back, who else has this kind of ability but you?! ”

The butcher was helpless.

In fact, he wanted to say that the information was indeed given by the cross and Wesley, but this "I think I am God" is someone else, so why can't he listen to what people say.

Iron Sheet, who was carrying the RPG on his shoulder, suddenly said, "Sir, another person is coming, Cross and Wesley have gotten out of the car." ”

"Kill the demons!" Iron Sheet recognized Lin Fan and exclaimed.

Sloan squinted, and sure enough, he saw another person outside the iron gate, and it was Lin Fan.

There was a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth, his eyes stared at the cross fiercely, and he said coldly: "Don't worry about this kid! The cross is the boss, those two boys are just shrimps, as long as you kill the cross, the nightmare will end. ”

Bang, bang, bang!

At this moment, a series of footsteps were heard, and at the same time, the earth shook slightly. The four Brotherhood's core killers, who were in charge of guarding the perimeter, all ran in, their faces full of panic.

It can only be said that Sloan really wants to hit people.

"What happened again? Petroleum! He yelled at a pure black man.

"Boss, no, it's not good!" Oil's face was covered with cold sweat, and he said helplessly, "Outside...... An army of armored divisions appeared outside, and we were surrounded! ”

What the?!

Sloane's expression changed drastically, Rao was as calm and prudent as him, and he couldn't help but be shocked and stared at the oil in shock.

It was a shocking and murderous gaze.

Oil couldn't help but snort, and hurriedly said, "Boss, I'm not lying!" Really armored army! ”

Sloan trembled with anger and roared, "I'm not fucking asking you if you're fucking lying, I'm fucking wondering how these goddamn armored troops are here?! ”

"It should be that Chinese kid who did it." The butcher said weakly.

Sloan was stunned!

He turned his face, his eyes widened, and he stared at the butcher in dismay, not speaking.

The butcher hurriedly said: "Boss, our information must have been collected by Cross and Wesley, but everything that happened on the Internet, the mastermind behind it was that Chinese kid, I have already found out, 'I think I am God' is Lin Fan." ”

Oh, my God!

Sloane turned his head numbly and looked at Lin Fan in amazement.

He suddenly realized that he had made a fatal mistake, and he subconsciously regarded the cross as himself, as the Brotherhood's worst enemy, but ignored this even more terrifying opponent lurking in the darkness.

Thinking of the death of Firefox, as well as the previous Wesley Apartment, Lin Fan's anti-pursuit, could it be said that all of this was controlled by him behind his back, but how could he know his strategy?

Kill the Repairman and Protect Chris...... Kill Smith and stop the nuclear bomb from exploding...... Kill Vigo, destroy the Russian gang...... Kill Michaeld, support Bowery, and blatantly break the rules of the Continental Hotel in front of Winston!

Since Lin Fan came to the land of America, one unbelievable thing after another he has done has flashed through Sloane's mind.

Hiss.

A trace of cool air rushed from his back to his head, making him shudder, he stared at Lin Fan in a daze, and muttered: "Chinese boy, who are you ...... sacred?"