In the residential area outside the textile factory, directly above an old-fashioned water tower that looked a little old, Lin Cheng lay on the top of the water tower, picked up the sniper grenade launcher that had been erected a long time ago, and aimed it in the direction of the textile factory, ready to shoot anyone who left.

Immediately after, he pulled out a small black block with a red button on it.

"I've arrived at my intended location, and I'm about to detonate—"

With the end of the countdown, Lin Cheng directly pressed the red button of the remote control in his hand.

Suddenly, more than 200 C4 bombs installed in the textile factory by Lin Cheng exploded together, maybe their individual power was not great, but together, they successfully blew up the load-bearing walls and load-bearing columns of all buildings, which naturally caused a chain reaction.

Almost instantly, all the buildings inside, except for the high walls outside the textile factory, disappeared, and at the same time a cloud of smoke and dust flew into the sky.

The huge explosion sound produced by the simultaneous explosion of hundreds of C4 bombs even caused the entire northern part of Brooklyn to fall into a temporary standstill, and the people on the side of the road looked at the cloudless sky differently, wondering where the thunder came from.

The killers located in the underground auditorium were naturally crushed under the rubble.

Even if they hadn't been crushed to death, the power of the forty bombs exploding in the confined space was enough to shock all of them to the point that their internal organs were shattered and bleeding, and they wouldn't have survived long at all, and after waiting for about ten minutes, none of them left the ruins alive.

This time, they have successfully solved so many killers at once, and they can finally breathe a sigh of relief for the time being.

"Fox, Carlos, Wesley, our mission is not completely completed, Sloane, the gunsmith, the butcher and the repairman are still alive, we need to find them as soon as possible, now, before the police arrive, we have to evacuate, according to the scheduled evacuation plan, to safe house A."

"Roger."

"Understood."

Gibson and his son replied separately in the Bluetooth communication of their mobile phones, and then directly separated from the communication.

The fox didn't speak, but Lin Cheng could hear the fox's breathing obviously become a little heavy, and he seemed to be very angry at Sloane's escape, and he was very unwilling.

"Fox, I know you're unwilling, and so am I, but we can always kill him, trust me."

“...... Well. ”

After a moment of silence, the fox hummed softly.

"Alright, see you in the safe house."

As he spoke, Lin Cheng put away the sniper grenade launcher in his arms.

The news of the destruction of the textile mill and the destruction of the assassins' alliance quickly spread throughout the underworld, and even the high-table board was shocked, but when the Continental Hotel in New York began to investigate, and after finding out that it was Lin Cheng who did it, they stopped the investigation.

Because this is a domestic matter of the Assassin League, even if it is found, there is no reason for the High Table and the Continental Hotel to interfere.

Sloan fled, completely disappeared, it is estimated that the news of the textile factory was blown up made Sloane's old guy completely frightened, he must not understand why Lin Cheng and the fox would be mixed with Carlos, and even Wesley was on their side.

After training for so long in their Assassin Alliance, they have trained four white-eyed wolves that kill people without blinking?

In any case, Sloan couldn't find it for the time being, so Lin Cheng and the four of them set their sights on the others.

So, the gunsmith, the butcher, and the repairman poured blood mold, and the fox found their tracks, and then they were beaten by Carlos and Wesley, father and son, and hated them on the spot.

It's fun to talk about this father and son.

Since their misunderstanding was resolved, Wesley began to be trained and crammed by Carlos, and Carlos seems to have found the joy of being a father in the process of repeated training, and he is very happy with it.

Based on the way Wesley told the story of how he tried to resist but was beaten up badly, Lin Cheng actually had a little suspicion that Wesley enjoyed working with his father, studying, chatting, and training.

He only hopes that the father and son can continue to live in such harmony in the future, after all, they only have each other.

The four of them were not together all the time, but divided into two groups and acted separately.

Carlos took Wesley to walk among the underground forces in New York, looking for Sloane's traces, and the fox was with Lin Cheng, but compared to the fox who was trying to find Sloan's whereabouts, Lin Cheng was completely fishing.

The fox had relied heavily on the Assassin Alliance's intelligence network.

However, since they destroyed the textile factory, the entire Assassin League has been paralyzed, and the old intelligence network can no longer be used, so the fox can only use local methods to search for any clues left behind by Sloane.

She hadn't had a good rest for two days and two nights, Lin Cheng saw it in his eyes, and was more or less worried, so he simply put a sleeping pill in her coffee, and threw her into the big bed in the bedroom after the fox fell asleep.

But he left the safe house directly and went to the continental hotel.

In this case, I'm afraid only the Continental Hotel can help solve the problem.

Moreover, Lin Cheng's gold membership has not been used for free intelligence services this month, so Lin Cheng submitted an application to find Sloane's whereabouts at the Continental Hotel Information Management Center in New York, and by the way, he also found someone to identify the key in the safe.

It takes a certain amount of time to gather intelligence, and Lin Cheng is not in much of a hurry.

He went to the front desk of the hotel and met Mr. Charron, the hostess.

"Hello, I would like to see Mr. Winston."

Mr. Charron is Winston's subordinate, and Lin Cheng has been to the Continental Hotel more than once, so he is already very familiar with it.

"Wait a minute—Mr. Winston said he was waiting for you in the hotel garden."

Hanging up the phone, Mr. Charlen smiled gently and said to Lin Cheng.

"Thanks, Charron, for tea."

Lin Cheng smiled in return, then walked through the corridor behind the hotel lobby and got on the elevator.

The Continental Hotel in New York is triangular in shape, but in fact hollowed out in the middle, with a four-story building that serves as a functional room for the hotel as a kitchen, warehouse, etc., and at the top of this building, they built a sky garden.

With gardener's manicured flower beds, hallways filled with artwork, and Manhattan's skyscrapers, the Sky Garden is a lovely place to rest and relax in the heart of the city.

When Lin Cheng walked through the corridor of the hotel to the Sky Garden, he noticed that Old Winston was leisurely drinking afternoon tea.

"Young man, it's nice to meet you, what are you coming to me for, shouldn't it be chatting?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Winston, I would like to ask you what this thing is?"

Lin Cheng was not polite, and sat directly opposite Mr. Winston, and at the same time, in Mr. Winston's peaceful gaze, Lin Cheng took out a crystal chess piece and placed it on the table, but in the next second, he noticed that Mr. Winston's gaze changed.

A smile appeared on Lin Cheng's face, it seemed that he had found the right person, and Mr. Winston did know what it was.