Depend on!

MLGB。

Without giving Arryn a chance to explain, Sloane's bullet had already been fired.

As a last resort, Arryn quickly dodged behind a masonry pillar and used the obstacle to block Sloane's bullets.

Seeing the cross, taking advantage of the moment his attention was attracted by Aylin, he dodged the bullet and jumped directly to the first floor of the textile factory.

Sloane turned his gaze to Erin, who was hiding behind the pillar.

"Heh, do you think a pillar can stop me?"

With a flick of his wrist, Sloane, who was just about to shoot, saw seven or eight high-explosive grenades, smashing down on him like a whisper of skypox.

"Fark ······"

Such a dense high-explosive grenade directly frightened Sloane's face drastically.

After he threw himself into the arms of demons, he gained great power, but he did not gain immortality.

Now he is still flesh and blood.

Wounded by a bullet from a cross.

Being set on fire by such a dense high-explosive grenade will be blown up without bones.

With a slam of his heel against the wall behind him, Sloan's figure leaped quickly toward the first floor beyond the stairs.

"Good opportunity."

The moment the cross hiding on the first floor saw Sloane volleying into the air, he raised his gun and fired.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three bullets shot at Sloane's head and heart.

"Not good."

When Sloane caught a glimpse of the figure of the cross out of the corner of his eye, he realized that something was wrong, but at this time, he was in mid-air, and he had no way to dodge it.

Bang!

Bang!

Only had time to fire two shots, and after shooting down two bullets, Sloan was shot in the kidney by the last bullet.

"Fark ······"

Before a word could be spoken, a deafening explosion resounded throughout the textile mill.

And Sloane, who was in mid-air, was directly blasted out by the terrifying shock wave formed by seven or eight high-explosive grenades.

Violent explosions.

The walls of the textile mill were directly blown down.

······

"Poof!!!

Sloane, who was swept away by the aftermath of the explosion for more than ten meters, opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of dark red blood.

At this time, Sloane's appearance can be described as extremely miserable.

The shock wave of the explosion just now not only shook Sloan's internal organs, but what was even more unfortunate was that he was more than dead with a butcher's knife stuck in the foothold where he was blown away by the explosion.

Sloane, who hit the sharp butcher's knife with his flesh and blood, was directly cut in half of his right leg.

However, although Sloane's appearance at this time was miserable, compared to the cross buried directly by the flames set off by the explosion and the collapsed wall, Sloane was lucky.

········

At the same time that Erin infiltrated the textile factory.

The New York Police Department, whose phone calls were directly blown up by enthusiastic people, also acted quickly.

The New Yorkers, frightened by the deafening roar of explosions and the incessant gunshots, greeted the mother of the police operator on the other end of the phone kissively

Is this still the familiar New York they say?

Are you sure it's not the Middle East, which is in utter chaos?

It's been a long time since New York has seen such a deafening noise.

Even the most fierce gangster firefights have never made such a big move.

Fake.

Is that how the NYPD protects taxpayers?

You bunch of garbage are simply wasting taxpayers' money, and I want to complain about you.

·······

And the New York Police Commissioner, who received countless phone calls, had turned a pig's liver color at this time.

Finished.

There was such a big accident in New York, and he, the chief of police, could not escape the blame, and if this matter could not be solved, perhaps his position as police chief would have been completed.

In order to keep his power.

The entire New York Police Department, dozens of substations, was running wildly under the will of the chief of the General Commission.

"Attention units!"

"Attention units!"

"There is a high-intensity firefight at the Brooklyn textile factory, and all the substations must organize police forces as quickly as possible to rush to the scene!"

“·······”

Among the sub-bureaus, under the reminder of his daughter, George, who received the news early, took the lead in rushing to the textile factory with more than a dozen police cars.

In the roar of the engine, George's eyes shrank, and he stepped directly on the accelerator under his feet, whistling, towards the position of the textile factory.

George prayed wildly in his heart as he galloped:

"Gwen, you don't want to be fine!"

········

Isn't it dead yet?

Long before the explosion, Erin hid in a room on the second floor, and his deep eyes seemed to look through the wall to Sloane on the first floor.

At this time, the aura on Sloane's body was no longer as powerful and dazzling as when he looked at the study before, and even looked a little dim, but it was still not extinguished.

However, the breath circulating on his right leg was forcibly cut off by an external force.

Looking at that look, it seems that Sloane's right leg, if not scrapped, is not far away.

It's a tough deal!

But if my leg hurts, it's not my target!

As he spoke, Erin took out all the high-explosive grenades he had hidden in all corners of his body.

Speaking of which, these high-explosive grenades were still the ones that Erin looted the private arsenal of "Mr. X", and he finally got his hands on them, but he didn't expect this to be a wave of fighting.

The three boxes of high-explosive grenades that Mr. X treasured were about to be emptied by Ayryn.

It's also too fast.

The grenade is about to become a high-frequency expendable in Erin's hands.

Of course, although it consumes quickly, Arryn feels that this thing is really useful.

Even Sloane's state was obviously a little wrong, and even the old man who suppressed the cross with his strength was directly hit hard under a round of high-explosive grenades.

The human-faced spider that Arryn encountered earlier and little Abbott were also killed by the high-explosive grenade.

Thinking of this, Erin immediately decided to wait for this battle to end, and find a channel to re-enter a batch of grenades.

······

Once again, he used his vision to determine where Sloan was hiding.

Erin's hands danced in the sunlight one phantom after another, almost like performing acrobatics, and quickly smashed one after another, a total of ten high-explosive grenades, towards where Sloan was hiding.

For insurance.

While throwing out the high-explosive grenade, Erin quickly pulled out the pistol on his waist, pulled the trigger frantically towards Sloane's position, and poured the bullets in his hand as much as he could.

"Bang ······"

Sloane, who heard the sound of breaking the air, just wanted to look up to observe, but was forced to retract his head by the firepower poured by Erin.

Sloane, whose face was gloomy and full of terrifying murderous intent, gritted his teeth when he saw this: "Damn it, you wait, I will definitely break you into pieces." ”

That's when ······

(End of chapter)