"How often do you change shifts?"

"I-we, click-click-"

Click.

Kyle snapped the neck of the gangster who was trying to bite his finger, and looked at the other gangster at the sentry, who was so frightened by his gaze that he couldn't stop shaking, and then the moment Kyle approached him, the guy rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and felt his pulse to find that he was dead.

Kyle, who had infiltrated the sentry post by night, caught the two gangsters, but before he could ask for a single piece of information, the two guys died. This development had long been expected by him, but he was still surprised that Gonzalez had taken in no one who was normal.

Looking out of the sentry window, looking at the small building to the side, Ricardo, a high-ranking cadre, lives inside, and Kyle needs to force him out. It's a pity that Bai Ji's people can't find a drone that can detect the environment, and they can't sell him heavy firepower like grenades.

Then there was only one way, he looked at the big red button, this was not a missile launcher, it was just so that the group of psychopaths could notice that there was a button here that was so funny, it was indeed a little useful, too little.

When the two guys saw Kyle appear at the door, they even stupidly took out a tattered notebook, asking Kyle to give them a rusty river demon's signature, and the speechless Kyle, after flipping through their notebooks, saw that they had put their fingernails on it that they didn't know whose it was, which made the already speechless Kyle directly knock down the two of them, and at this time only Kyle was left standing alone inside this humble sentry.

"The alarm button is designed like this, and it's hard to ignore it."

Syllable!

Kyle melts into the night as soon as he taps the button, crouching in the shadows and waiting for the occupants of the building to rush out.

"Something happened at the sentry!"

"Did the man go to the other side?"

"Hahahaha, it's okay, it's okay, you can kill again!"

These people flocked to the sentry post, and when they saw the two corpses inside, they immediately understood that the enemy had arrived, but their group of crayfish really had poor eyesight, and they didn't see Kyle watching their every move not far away.

"Divided into three teams! The first team went to the gate on the other side, the second team went to search near the small building, and the third team waited here for the boss to come over. ”

Kyle thought about the last time Ricardo could see that he was the one who had seriously injured his brother, and it was all due to some kind of heterocrystalline technology, so this time he couldn't run into him so quickly, so he had to make the group of searchers disappear.

Kyle quietly followed the patrolling gangsters, his stealth skills and fighting instincts imprinted into his body, allowing him to quietly approach those who were left behind at the back of the group even if he was a first-time newcomer to Assassin's Creed.

As he saw the lone gangster trying to untie his belt while standing at the base of the wall, Kyle threw a kick forward and kicked him between his legs.

"Open defecation is forbidden here, and then this is your punishment."

A finger stabbed through his throat, and the gangster fell to the ground with a feeble hand, dragged by Kyle to the trash can.

The few people walking in front didn't walk long before they realized that something was wrong, why didn't the guy who went to relieve him move for so long, could it be that he had already been killed?

And when they turn around to call the lifeless gangster, Kyle appears behind them, and the two gangsters feel a hint of darkness and are stabbed in the head with a dagger before they turn back, and then they are also dragged into the shadows.

The remaining three gangsters carried their backs, and the successive disappearances of their companions made them understand that the enemy had arrived at their side, and there was still someone who wanted to shout, but they were choked by an arrow, and their mouths were wide open and they lost their breath. The darkness around them was like a beast that chose to devour people, and their backs were soaked, but even then they didn't dare to move, and just stayed under a street lamp and waited for a turnaround.

As for Kyle, he was already far away, and he didn't need to kill all the people, he just needed to crush their guts. At this time, Kyle had already climbed into the small building where Gonzalez was stationed, and there were still a few sleeping people in the pitch black, he pulled out his dagger and touched it all the way, sending these sleeping gangsters to the other world as goblins.

From the window, it could be seen that the bald man Ricardo had already arrived at the sentry outside, and it was estimated that all of them thought that he must have entered the clinic on the other side, but for Kyle, how could he let this group of people take the lead and wait for him to come out.

After coming out of the gang's dormitory, he went to the second floor, which was supposed to be Ricardo's room......

There are also places to store weapons.

Gonzalez's gangsters, who put grenades in coffee cups, vodka mixed with bullets, and even a rifle with sausages stuffed in their muzzles.

"Gonzalez, you should either be buried in the ground or locked up in Arkham."

Opening the second-floor window, Kyle thuds the grenade over the sentry.

The gangsters around the sentry were still arguing about who should drag the corpse inside, but one person was suddenly hit by something, which made him extremely angry, he was Gonzalez's squad leader, not a deflated three.

When he looked at what had hit him in the head, he immediately understood that he was indeed still a deflated three.

"Run—"

Rumble!!!

Ricardo, who was standing on the sidelines, immediately turned his head to look at the window on the second floor, only to see a man in black armor and a smiley helmet holding out his middle finger at him.

"Go back! The enemy is on the second floor! ”

The gangsters who rushed back to their territory subconsciously lowered their vigilance, and Kyle, who was standing on a high place, held the rifle that had just been stuffed with sausages, and shot all the bullets inside, completely ignoring any problems, and immediately picked up another submachine gun after the magazine was empty and continued to fire, without reloading at all, because now his feet were full of firearms.

"Go on, dream back to the days when you were in line to be shot. Gonzalez clowns, can you show me that again, I'm just mentally ill and can't control myself at all, that's why I killed someone. ”

Da Da -

Kyle was just like Lurieka the other day, smashing the gangster's ammunition on the gangster's body, and their screams were like a good concert, especially after they tried to storm the gate and were blown up by more than a dozen grenades.