The rain that had enveloped New York for several days had finally passed, and the good weather seemed to bode well for the operation.

Brooklyn Bridge East, a kilometer southeast of Textile Mill No. 17, on the top floor of an eleven-story city hotel, by the window of a standard hotel apartment suite.

Lin Cheng sat next to the fox and played with his mobile phone boredly, while the fox set up a TAC-50 sniper rifle by the window.

This is a .50 caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle launched by the American company McMillan in 1980, using a rotating rear pull bolt mechanism, fiberglass stock, pistol grip, and a competition-grade barrel with high-quality ammunition said to reach ultra-high accuracy of 0.5MOA.

In the hands of a killer of the level of the fox, it can easily take out enemies from a distance of a kilometer, and send every poor person who appears in the scope back to heaven.

Lin Cheng's phone suddenly vibrated twice, and two messages were delivered almost at the same time, respectively from Wesley and Carlos, looking at the two new text messages on the phone, Lin Cheng turned off the phone screen, put the phone back in his jacket pocket, and set his eyes on the fox.

Perhaps because of the importance of today's operation, she deliberately changed into a white tights, a black jacket, a pair of long boots under her feet, and a pair of light tactical gloves on both gloves.

Even her long golden hair was tied high behind her head, and her long golden ponytail swayed gently with the breeze characteristic of high-rise buildings.

Carlos, Wesley, and Fox set up three sniper rifles to the north, east, and south of the mill.

Three sniper rifles blocked all the ways of life in the entire textile factory, and even if the killers managed to escape from the first round of bombing and avoid being buried under the rubble, they would be killed by the sniper rifles erected in three directions.

The only thing that was unguarded was the west side of the textile mill.

Because it's a nearly two-kilometre-fast, fast-flowing Hudson River, and its surface is full of dangerous undercurrents, even New Yorkers rarely choose to swim here, and unless they are professional swimmers, they can easily drown.

Of course, it is inevitable that there will be a few killers who are really lucky and manage to survive...... But Lin Cheng is still there, he has a QLU-11 grenade launcher assembled from building blocks, which is erected on a water tower outside the textile factory.

How so...... Single shot, with a mirror, and one shot away, is a sniper.

"Gibson and his son have sent a message that they have arrived at their intended location, so I should act too - are you okay with yourself?"

"I'm not a child, so it's not your turn to worry."

Hearing Lin Cheng's words, the fox sneered.

She was still there with a sniper rifle set up and adjusting her sniper scope, which was a very delicate job, very important for a sniper, about whether he could hit accurately and not be disturbed.

"I hope so, then I'll go first."

In the past week, while Lin Cheng was busy saving the world, the fox and Gibson father and son had never been idle.

Busy selecting targets for the killers and recalling the Assassins in imitation of Sloan's orders, the fox ventured into Sloane's office, where something unusual happened and he was almost discovered by Sloane.

However, out of trust in the fox, Sloan was not suspicious, and managed to get the fox to get what he needed, stealing and forging Sloane's personal seal, and then sending a large number of letters to those people.

It's revenge, but it doesn't mean they're killing innocents.

Worldwide, there are thousands of people working for textile mills and serving the Assassin League, and among them, not all of them are killers, but there are also a significant number of ordinary people who do not know exactly what is happening.

When Lin Cheng returned, the preparatory task would enter the final stage.

This time, they will completely dismantle the Assassin Alliance.

Leaving the hotel where the fox was, Lin Cheng drove back to the old textile factory on the banks of the Hudson River.

Today's textile mills are different from what they used to be, as hundreds of assassins belonging to the League of Assassins have been recalled to participate in a special gathering of killers.

What exactly is the content of the rally, Lin Cheng does not care.

Lin Cheng only knew that he had installed nearly 40 C4 bombs in the assembly place, and he had set up a total of nearly 200 or so bombs in the entire textile factory, all of which were set up at the bearing points of the building, and once they were detonated, the textile factory would be sent to the sky.

The auditorium under the site of the assembly hall, which had been used as a warehouse for the League of Assassins, had been cleared and returned to its original underground auditorium.

Lin Cheng's appearance did not attract anyone's attention, and those killers that Lin Cheng may or may not know gathered here, waiting for the start.

This particular gathering was the result of the fox's recall of them from all over the world in Sloan's name.

No one knew what the meeting was about, and with Sloan's personality who liked to plot behind his back, it was impossible for him to tell them anything in advance, so they didn't ask, just chatted and waited for Sloan to show up.

Sloan didn't know exactly what was going on with the Auditorium Killer rally, he wasn't even in the textile factory, he went to Manhattan.

It was only after the killers began to gather in the underground auditorium that the fox called Sloan to ask him to come back, telling Sloan that Carlos had appeared, and that Carlos had kidnapped Wesley and told Sloan to return as soon as possible to preside over the situation.

The timing difference successfully staggered Sloane's meeting with the killers, so Sloane didn't know about the meeting.

In addition, the gunsmith, the butcher, and the repairman, several of Sloan's direct subordinates, were lured away by Carlos's tricks, so in the entire textile factory, there are only these killers who don't know that their death is coming.

After all the killers entered the arena and sat down, Lin Cheng walked to the podium in the center of the underground auditorium.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet - Sloan just called and said that he had some unexpected, banking matters to attend to, and that he might be ten minutes late, could you please be quiet and patient, thank you?"

The killers are quite easy to fool, but they just sit here for ten more minutes, and who can't sit still, so they all said that there was no problem, and Lin Cheng left the underground auditorium.

And when Lin Cheng left, he took the door of the underground auditorium with him, and then locked it with his hand.

Just adding a lock may not be able to stop the killers for long, and while they haven't realized that the situation is wrong, Lin Cheng must act as soon as possible.

"Sloane is already in the office, you have to be fast, don't make them suspicious."

"I'll leave now."

The cold voice of the fox came from the Bluetooth headset, and when he heard the fox's words, Lin Cheng immediately stepped on the road to the office building of the textile factory, and at the same time, on the way to Sloan's office, Lin Cheng was also thinking about another thing.

That is, when he breaks into Sloan's office later, whether to beep with the old guy first and then do it, or whether it is better to break him first and then beep twice, or what kind of gun to use, or what posture to collapse that old guy Deng looks more handsome.

Finally, when Lin Cheng broke into the office with the building block pistol in his hand, he looked at the empty office and was stunned for a few seconds.

"Fox, there's no one in the office, what about the Sloanes, have they disappeared?!"