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But, there is nothing here.

But Nara Mitsuru's words were still being broadcast through the broadcasting room to every corner of the automobile company!

"What's going on? There's absolutely no one here!"

The two peripheral members of the organization who followed in said in surprise and doubt.

Ireland strode towards the microphone, then pulled out the hidden speaker, threw it to the ground, stomped on it, and said viciously.

"Such a trick! Could it be that this so-called legend of yours is only capable of such unpresentable things?"

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

Rapid gunfire rang out in the corridor.

It's the sound of a submachine gun!

Ireland's head snapped back.

I saw that one-third of the peripheral members of the Black Organization outside the door fell down at once!

If the other peripheral members had not entered other rooms to hide, they would have been wiped out at once by Nara Mitsuru hiding in the dark with a submachine gun!

Even so, such a loss is enough to make Ireland look even uglier.

The organization's peripheral members are not the citizens of Beika Town who can be refreshed at any time.

An organization needs to invest resources to cultivate peripheral members. How can they be harvested like cabbage by a local urban legend? Even if they can kill him, this loss will definitely make that master furious!

"Why do some people always think they can kill me?"

"Your words are so stupid that I don't know how to explain them to someone as stupid as you."

Nara Hikaru's voice echoed in the corridor.

"But you only need to know one thing."

"I have a habit of killing anyone who shoots at me. I will make those who do evil pay tenfold and make them regret being born into this world to do evil!"

"Ireland, let's see who can kill faster, me or you?"

...Are you the one who kills faster, or am I the one who finds faster?

Such words were too arrogant, but the man in black seemed to have the capital to be so arrogant.

Ireland forced himself to calm down.

He gestured to the other peripheral members of the organization, who nodded, rushed out of the broadcasting room, and formed a tactical formation to guard and ensure that the men in black would not launch a sudden attack at this time.

However, they only saw a submachine gun thrown on the ground.

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Nara Mitsuru took out his exclusive pistol with a silencer from the two stocks on his belt.

He had to say, Pisk was quite stingy.

All submachine guns can only hold one full magazine. If there are multiple magazines, then Nara Mitsuru will change his strategy and kill all the peripheral members at once.

But it's not too late.

He drummed his fingers on the wall behind him, waiting for his phone to ring.

Tick, tick, tick.

Ireland walked carefully down the corridor with the remaining peripheral members of the organization.

Being alert to any movement nearby has already increased Nara Hikari's danger level to the highest point.

Suddenly, the sound of a cell phone ringing rang out in the room behind me.

Many gunmen almost subconsciously turned their heads to look at the place where the bell sounded.

Only Ireland suddenly realized that this might be a trap, and quickly jumped aside and hid behind a flower pot.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Six gunshots in a row!

Twelve bullets shot out from Nara Mitsuru's two pistols, accurately hitting the foreheads of several peripheral members of the Black Organization, causing these people to fall to the ground powerlessly and see their own brains.

Then, before the other peripheral members of the organization could react, he stepped back and disappeared into the shadows again.

"This...this damn guy!"

Ireland turned to look at the several more corpses on the ground, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

He hadn't even seen what the man in black looked like, but he had already lost two-thirds of his brothers!

Such an opponent is so terrifying, so terrifying that it is unbelievable!

"Ireland, let's go! That guy isn't even human, he's a ghost! A ghost!"

One of the other peripheral members who were hiding seemed to be frightened and spoke tremblingly.

Ireland raised his hand and fired without hesitation.

boom!

The other peripheral members didn't see clearly when Ireland raised his gun, aimed and pulled the trigger, before they saw one of the peripheral members fall to the ground powerlessly, losing his life!

"There are no ghosts in this world! You guys, follow me!"

"Today, I will find him and avenge my brothers! Before I succeed, no matter who it is, if they dare to quit or escape, this will be their fate!"

The other peripheral members couldn't help but shut up.

At this moment, Ireland gritted his teeth, rolled out, quickly raised his pistol, and aimed it at the place where the gunshot came from.

There, there is nothing...

He was literally fighting an invisible enemy that could only speak.

Restraining the fear in his heart, Ireland walked in front and explored forward.

However, he didn't know that Nara Mitsuru had already moved quickly through the stairs, walked out calmly from the stairs behind them, and calmly pulled out the last hidden submachine gun from the flowerpot next to him.

Then, Nara Mitsuru pointed his gun at these guys who were ignorant of the danger.

He said.

"Goodbye."

The muzzle flames rolled!

Chapter 13: If you have any tricks, use them all. Don’t let me kill you like this!

The muzzle of the submachine gun spewed out flames.

The bullet flew out of the chamber and penetrated into the hearts of many peripheral members of the Black Organization.

With the continuous gunshots, there was no living person standing in front of Nara Mitsuru. Everyone was lying on the ground, either with no heartbeat or still screaming.

pat.

He threw the submachine gun without bullets aside.

He walked towards the place where many peripheral members of the Black Organization fell as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden. As he walked, he did not forget to take out the cigarette box from his arms, took out a cigarette, hung it to his lips, and subconsciously protected the lighter flame with his hand to light it.

zizi.

The air was filled with smoke from lit cigarettes.

Nara Mitsuru's eyes swept over the many peripheral members of the Black Organization lying on the ground, and then he spoke directly.

"Stop playing dead, stand up, I've seen you."

"If you don't stand up now, do you want me to put a bullet through your forehead and let you see your brains?"

As soon as the words fell, a figure suddenly stood up from behind Nara Hikaru.

His body was still covered in blood, and the bullet had pierced his shoulder.

However, his movements were not restricted because he still had one arm to shoot.

As a well-trained member of the organization's action team, Ireland's physical skills and marksmanship were far superior to those of the average peripheral members. The moment the gunshot was heard, he subconsciously grabbed a peripheral member to block the gunshot.

Then he immediately lay on the ground, pretending to be dead, just for this moment!

"Unbelievable, right? Urban legend, I'm not dead yet!"

Ireland said affirmatively as he pointed his gun at the back of Nara Hikaru's head.

"Because I didn't die, now it's your turn to die!"

To Ireland's surprise, the man in black in front of him didn't seem panicked. He just took another puff of his cigarette and then spoke calmly.

"Why do people always think they can kill me?"

"How foolish! You can't kill me with just a little pistol."

Nara Hikaru turned around and looked at Ireland.

Until now, Ireland finally saw the true identity of this urban legend who single-handedly killed all the peripheral members of the organization in the area in just ten minutes.

He was a calm man wearing a black coat and sunglasses.

He still doesn't know the man's name or what he looks like, but that doesn't matter.

"The important thing is, I can kill you right now!"

Ireland said firmly as his finger rested on the trigger.

"It's impossible for a human to be faster than a bullet."

"You must accept the fact that I defeated you, and I will kill you now!"

"You can't kill me, no one can kill me."

Throwing the cigarette in his hand to his feet, Nara Hikaru stepped on the sparks to extinguish them.

His hand reached into his pocket, which immediately made Ireland nervous. However, Nara Mitsuru did not take out a gun, but only took out a coin.

Ireland couldn't understand what he was doing.

A coin? Does this coin...do anything?