Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

"Gin, how do you feel?" Anthony asked, looking at Gin who had just sat up from the bed.

Gin moved his limbs a little, and carefully felt his current state, with a delighted smile on his face: "It's better than ever before."

"Okay" seems to be a success, and Anthony is also happy for the other party: "This way our plan will be more certain."

It was really not in vain that during this period of time, Anthony endured the mental pressure and carried out crazy dream stealing. Finally, by controlling the subconscious minds of some big shots, the League of Assassins succeeded in providing ordinary people with the ability to change their own heartbeats and rapidly stimulate adrenaline needs.

Originally, according to what the cross said, the success rate of this method was only 50, a half to half chance. So Anthony was prepared for Gin to fail this time, but he didn't expect it to succeed. It seems that God wanted Anthony to make a big fuss in this world.

In an elegant and chic coffee shop, Cross looked at the gin in front of him in surprise: "I didn't expect that you could actually collect those things, and you just met the 50 chance."

Anthony smiled and did not answer. Instead, he asked with a little interest: "How is the taste of revenge enjoyable?"

"There is no hatred between him and me. The reason why I killed him was guided by fate," Cross said with a pious look.

Anthony couldn't help but shudder secretly when he saw his expression. The power of faith is so powerful that even such a wise and ruthless killer falls under its feet.

Cross naturally saw Anthony's expression, but he didn't say anything. Because in his opinion, the magical power of fate cannot be understood by mortals like Anthony.

"Tell me, what's the matter with coming to me this time?" Realizing that he was not talking to people like Anthony, Cross Cross went straight to the point: "I don't remember how familiar I am with you kidnappers, and you let me go last time. I seemed to have warned you when I was here that the next time you see me, you will probably be greeted by a bullet."

Although Anthony knew that the cross may not have the intention to kill people, Anthony still felt a little frightened by being targeted by a top killer like this. He still didn't have enough strength. If he had enough strength, how could he be so passive? Anthony strengthened his thoughts: "I wonder if Mr. Carlos will take any action against the Brotherhood next?"

"Why are you asking this?" Carlos asked alertly.

Anthony ignored his vigilance and said meaningfully: "As far as I know, Sloan seems to have had a plan before, that is, to train your son to kill you. It seems that your son is now being trained at the Brotherhood's headquarters. , Don’t you have any ideas, Mr. Carlos?”

Cross said sullenly: "What on earth do you want to say?"

Anthony continued to ignore his question and said: "I also heard a news that it seems that the top brass of the Brotherhood are now on the obliteration list of that fate loom."

"So what?" Carlos seemed to understand what Anthony meant by saying this to him, but it was precisely because he understood that he found it incredible. Even with his own strength, he has been hunted down in all the confrontations with the Brotherhood over the years. Although it will hurt them to fight back occasionally, it will not hurt their fundamentals. Now the man in front of him has actually used his brains to join the fraternity. He is simply crazy.

"Do you want to work with us to completely solve this problem?" A ferocious smile appeared on Anthony's face. Looking at Anthony's smile, for some reason, at this moment, the cross remembered the target of the most dangerous mission he had ever performed. The giant who decides the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people

Textile Factory No. 17, an ancient textile factory that is inconspicuous in this city.

From the outside, this textile factory seems quite ordinary. Who would have thought that this textile factory is actually the headquarters of an assassin organization with a history of more than a thousand years.

Today, the textile factory is not operating. Brotherhood assassins dressed as workers gather together in twos and threes and whisper in the factory. Several senior cadres of the Brotherhood will also gather together to discuss.

"Why hasn't the leader come back for several days?"

"Yeah, maybe the leader has been killed by the traitor on the cross?"

"Probably not. Although the guy on the cross is powerful, he is not a bad leader either."

"Is there anything that might be delayed?"

"That time is too long. Although the leader has disappeared before, it has never been this long."

"Yes, the plan is now reaching a critical moment. That guy has completed training. It's time for the leader to arrange the execution of the plan. Why has he disappeared?"

Just when several senior cadres of the Brotherhood were discussing the traces of their leader Sloane and whether to send Wesley now to execute the plan to kill the Cross, suddenly the man in charge of guarding the gate came to report that someone had delivered a box. It read Sloan Harvest.

The eyes of several senior cadres of the Brotherhood flickered for a few times, and the butcher stepped forward and asked, "Has the box been checked?"

"It has been checked, and through scanning, it seems that there are no explosives inside." The reporting officer nodded. As the person responsible for guarding the gate of the Brotherhood Headquarters, he also has the obligation to check and prevent dangerous items and people from approaching the Brotherhood Headquarters. So of course they checked.

"Bring it in," several senior cadres looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

The box was carried in, and several senior cadres looked at each other. Among them, the repairman's eyes flickered a few times and he was the first to speak: "The leader is not here now and can't be contacted. Otherwise, let's check this box together. Maybe there is something wrong with it." Something important.”

The butcher glared at the repairman and emphasized: "This is for the leader."

Fox said: "Let's take a look. Maybe there are some clues in it. We now need the leader to arrange a plan to kill the cross."

After that, several cadres expressed their opinions, and finally decided to open the box and take a look through a vote.

Although the box is made of very hard material and the lock is very delicate, everyone here is an elite in this field and can easily open the box. What was inside shocked them: "How could this be the leader?"

"It's not good." Everyone here is an elite in this industry. After being frightened, everyone realized that it was not good and started to stay away from this place, but by this time it was already too late.

"Boss, we have entered the designated location," Gin reminded him with a monitor.

Anthony opened his eyes after hearing this: "Let's get started."

Gin pressed the remote control here, and a sound that ordinary people couldn't hear came from the box containing Sloan's body. In an instant, all the people enveloped by this sound wave felt that their blood began to boil, they had splitting headaches, and their limbs were weak. My eyes began to blur and my heartbeat began to speed up in an uncontrolled manner.

"asshole"

"what is this"

"Bloody hell"

All the killers in this range fell to the ground and howled, but a few were not affected. Those who wanted to help them also stepped into the sonic range and followed in the footsteps of these people.

"Mr. Carlos, is there no problem in leaving your son to you?" Anthony turned around and asked.

Cross looked at Anthony and Gin fearfully, and said coldly: "He will not be an obstacle to you."

At this moment, the infrasonic weapon placed in the box because Anthony was overloaded this time finally couldn't bear it, and was completely scrapped with a loud explosion.

"Then take action." Anthony naturally heard the sound, but this was what he had expected. It's a good deal to exchange such a black technology product produced by a laboratory in the American comic world for their brotherhood's thousand-year collection.