Chapter 267 The local gang is so rude

Chapter 267 The local gang is so rude

At night, the streets of New York are bustling with traffic and people.

The car's headlights and taillights complement each other in the dark night, like a flowing ribbon.

Bai Ye sat in the Maybach 62S with the sunroof open, puffing away smoke, thinking for a while and then ordered:

"Tian Yangsheng, go and collect information about the Assassin's League for me..."

"Boom——!!!"

When Bai Ye opened his mouth but before he could finish his words, a black object suddenly fell from the sky and hit him hard.

With a "pop" sound, the entire Maybach 62S shook violently.

There were cracks in the glass window.

It was as if he had been attacked by terror.

"..."

Bai Ye exhaled a puff of smoke, lowered his head, and saw a white man in a black suit with his head shot in his arms, looking directly at him with unblinking eyes.

Family, who knows? I took my little brother out of the nightclub, drinking red wine and smoking a cigar, and suddenly... a corpse fell into my arms.

What is this?

"Attack! Attack! Protect the young master! Protect the young master!"

Suddenly, a bunch of people appeared from all directions and surrounded Bai Ye. Many people were covered in flames and looked around warily.

Bai Ye raised his head and looked towards the sky.

I saw two groups of killers exchanging fire in the sky above the city. The fighting scene was very fierce.

It wasn't a fighter jet or an aircraft, or a hang glider, but just two groups of killers. They stabbed each other through the flesh, crashed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of one building, and fell into another building, fighting in the sky.

Some killers were shot dead in mid-air, and their bodies fell from the sky to the ground.

By a very coincidence, the first dead body had just fallen into Bai Ye's arms.

“Bang bang bang—!”

The two groups of killers acted very efficiently and disappeared in front of Bai Ye and the others in a short time, leaving only the bodies in Bai Ye's arms with no one to clean them up.

"Master, I'm sorry." Tian Yangsheng said awkwardly: "There are loopholes in our security design, and we did not take into account the presence of enemies in the sky."

If the attack on Bai Ye comes from the surroundings, then no matter how powerful the killer is, there is no way he can break into the vicinity of Bai Ye's Maybach 62S and would have been killed by the Extremis Warriors long ago.

But who would have thought that the current killer is so awesome that his body can penetrate the floor-to-ceiling windows between two buildings at will... This is obviously beyond the scope of ordinary humans.

Maybe even Captain America would have a hard time doing this.

Bai Ye took a deep drag on the cigar, pressed the cigarette butt against the dead head's face, put out the cigarette, and then pushed the dead head away.

There was no need for Tian Yangsheng to investigate. Bai Ye had already recognized it. The two parties fighting must be members of the Assassin's Alliance.

One party should be Cross, the chief assassin who defected from the Assassin's League, and Wesley's father, while the other party is the killer who is chasing Cross.

Bai Ye had an impression that this manipulation of piercing two buildings while wearing flesh should be the method of Mr.

And Cross, as a stronger assassin than Mr.

In addition, there should be some elites in the Assassin's League who can do it.

Because the dead head in Bai Ye's arms obviously did not belong to the cross, nor did it belong to Mr. X. It was just one of the thousands of killers killed by the cross.

"The Assassin's League, the Cross, dare to smash my car and make me covered in blood...the things shoveled by the Yan family!"

Bai Ye's face looked cold.

These guys from the League of Assassins are bullying people too much.

Before, he was still thinking about using that card to deal with the Assassin League, but now, there is no need to think about it. Except for Firefox, he will just kill them all.

As for the regular army, he has the Osborne family's action team and the Desperate Legion; as for the dirty work, he has the Hand controlled by Erica, so there is no need to conquer the Assassin's League.

It's okay if you have it, but it's not a big deal if you don't have it.

Moreover, the League of Assassins is a group of people with beliefs who kill people based on the list of a destiny loom. Although they kill people all over the world, they still think that they are good people and are upholding the rules of the world... Basically They are no different than fanatics.

Bai Ye hates dealing with fanatics.

And fanatic believers who have abandoned their faith are even more dangerous...

It's definitely not easy to use.

Just take away their various technical materials so that the people don’t need them. Let’s use them to make fertilizer.

…

The moon hangs high in the night sky, and the stars are like a handful of fine diamonds scattered in the darkness.

The moonlight is like water, leisurely shining on the surface of the Hudson River, like a golden ribbon studded with countless diamonds. The Hudson River shines with tranquility and beauty under the moonlight.

Right next to the Hudson River, there was a textile factory.

A garbage truck slowly drove in.

"Crash."

More than ten corpses were dumped out like garbage and lay all over the ground.

"Shit! Did we fail again this time?"

"We have been chasing him for so long, and we have not achieved any results, but he has killed so many people?"

"Fuck! That cross is so powerful, it won't be our turn next time it lies on the ground, right?"

The senior leaders of the Assassin's Alliance, led by Sloan, the leader of the Assassin's Alliance, stood in front of the corpse with silent expressions.

"We can't go on like this!" Sloan said with an ugly face: "Now, all the elites of our Assassin League have been killed by the cross. Even X died in his hands. If we can't solve it again, Cross, then maybe Cross will be bold enough to attack here, and then..."

Within the Assassin's League, there are three giants, CEO Sloan, chief assassin Cross, and second-ranked assassin Mr. X. Not long ago, Mr. The skills of bullet time and arc shooting are absolutely impossible to rival Cross. He has been squatting in an office for decades, how can he possibly defeat Cross, who is always on the front line.

The gunsmith thought for a while and said: "The cross's ability has reached the peak of an assassin. Killing has become an art for him. Even if there are ten of me, I can't defeat him. It's not that I'm weak, but that he lets go." A kite could easily kill me, but maybe we can find another way..."

"What do you mean?" the repairman asked.

"I remembered one thing, that is, when Cross Cross and I were killing people together, he mentioned that he had a son." The gunsmith said: "If we can train his son to be a killer, then let him How about killing the Cross? Can the Cross kill his son?"

"Why should the son of the cross help us kill his father?" The butcher sneered: "No matter how stupid his son is, he can't help us deal with his father for no reason."

But Sloan understood: "But what if the cross is not the father of his son?"

"ah?"

The butcher looked at Sloan and Gunsmith who looked at each other in confusion. It was obvious that they understood, but his cup was about to burn. They were both from Earth. How could he not understand the passion between these two people? What does it mean?

"You mean..." Fire Fox gnawed on his fingernails and thought: "Cheat the son of the cross, give him a new father, and then lie to him that it was the cross that killed his father, and let him avenge his father and kill the cross. ? Doing this...would be against morality."

The repairman said: "Morality? That bastard on the cross has almost brought down our Assassin League, and we still want to talk to him about morality? Then we might as well hang ourselves. I agree with this plan! Not only me, but everyone in the textile factory They are almost driven crazy by the cross, and if we can no longer deal with the cross, our ancient organization, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will be completely destroyed."

Firefox frowned.

She felt that this approach was not good, so she roped in an innocent person to block the gun, but the pressure brought by the cross was indeed too great.

Even she, the killer second only to the Big Three, could feel that her life could be taken away by the cross at any time, let alone those ordinary killers.

"It does go against our ordinary principles to implicate the innocent son of the Cross, but he is the son of the Cross. Is he really innocent?" Sloan said with a smile: "Our Assassin League has always been democratic. I think it is not as good as us. How was the vote?”

Sloan knew that the reason why Cross defected to the Assassin League was because Cross discovered that Sloan, who had been managing the Assassin League, had tampered with the killer list of the Loom of Destiny, and removed those who had no names on the Loom of Destiny. People were put on the list for assassins from the League of Assassins to kill and use them for personal gain.

Therefore, the person Cross wants to kill most is Sloan.

Others may have a plan to survive, but Sloan is certain to die.

So, whenever there is an opportunity to clean up the cross, Sloan will not give up trying - anyway, this show of hands will obviously pass.

really.

The gunsmith, repairman, butcher, and Sloan all raised their hands, leaving Firefox with his arms crossed and coldly said: "I abstain."

4:1, the vote passed smoothly.

"He seemed to have mentioned it to me about the cross having a son, but I hadn't thought of it before. After hearing what the gunsmith said, I remembered some clues, and I could look through the information. , looking for clues about his son," Sloan said.

"Just make your decision. I'm tired. I'm going back to my room to rest." Firefox turned and left.

The remaining four people did not leave.

"A young boy who has not been trained since childhood, even if the cross will not kill him, can he really kill the cross?" asked the repairman.

"You don't understand." The gunsmith shook his head and said: "The bloodline of the Cross is very unusual. Members of their family do not need to undergo training. They are just ordinary people who can occasionally enter bullet time. With a little training, they can immediately become Top assassins, so the Cross Family has always been the top assassins in our Assassin League, but I just didn’t know why Cross Cross went crazy and suddenly chose to defect.”

"You can still talk about bloodline when you are a killer?" The butcher scratched his head in confusion: "Is there any justice left? My sword skills have been cultivated since I was a child..."

The repairman said: "If the son of the cross really has such a powerful bloodline, he must be very smart. Can he just believe what we say?"

The gunsmith smiled, pouted at Firefox's back, and said: "The hero is in trouble with beauty, maybe... we can use a beauty trick. That kid, if Firefox can be trained..."

"Hey hey hey..."

The four of them had similar personalities and gathered together to discuss the plan for a long time.

Suddenly.

The cell phone in Sloan's pocket rang.

He took it out and took a look, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"What's wrong?"

The gunsmith saw something wrong with Sloane's expression and asked.

"It's okay, it's just a personal matter of mine."

Sloan was very good at cultivating qi. He said a few words without changing his expression, and then hurried back to the house.

"Hey, Mr. Sloan, can you hear me?"

"How did you get this information?"

Sloan roared angrily:

"What do you mean? Who ordered you? What is your purpose?"

Just now, Sloan's cell phone received a data message, which contained the Destiny Loom murder list that he had tampered with. However, this thing should only be found in his computer, and it is a top-secret file that cannot be known to outsiders.

"Don't worry about how I got this information. I have it anyway." Bai Ye chuckled and said, "Mr. Sloan, you don't want the employees of the Assassin's League to know your secrets, right?"

"..." Sloan was silent for a long time and said, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to borrow some money from you to spend some time." Bai Ye said: "I recently want to build a private yacht. It's not much, only about 500 million US dollars. I wonder if you can sponsor it?"

Okay, after Bai Ye calculated it, he still had a lot of cars at home. Without a Maybach 62S, he still had many cars to drive, but he hadn't had time to buy a private yacht or a private jet, so he had always been willing to take advantage of them. Man Osborne's and Tony's. Now, with his worth, he can play with these things.

It happened that the League of Assassins had offended him at this time, so they squeezed some oil and water from the League of Assassins and helped him solve the problem of private yachts and private jets.

"Are you crazy?" Sloan scolded: "You look at me, do I look like I have 500 million US dollars? The League of Assassins are a group of ascetics. In the past two years, I have done private work and made some private money. But even if it were increased tenfold, it would still be far from US$500 million!”

"Grass mud horse..." Bai Ye said dissatisfied: "Why are you so useless? It's only 500 million U.S. dollars. If you think it's expensive, look for yourself. Your salary has not increased in so many years. Have you worked hard?"

"Forget it, there is no 500 million US dollars, there is always 50 million US dollars, right? If you don't give it, I will not only pass this information to your employees, but also to the NYPD, FBI, CIA, Department of Homeland Security and your League of Assassins to carry out terrorist activities. oh."

"$50 million... OK, I'll give it! But I've bought out this information and won't allow it to be spread out again!"

"OK."

Sloan was so distressed that his mouth only twitched, but he decided to break the bank to avoid disaster and put the money into the Swiss bank account designated by Bai Ye.

Otherwise, if Bai Ye makes this information public... the consequences will be serious.

"50 million US dollars..." Bai Ye shook his head: "Forget it, it's better than nothing."

Bai Ye took the money, but he still wasn't ready to let go of the person.

because……

Bai Ye lit another cigarette and said softly:

"The local gang is so rude."