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  Alyosha looked at Taddeo in puzzlement: "When the boss called us over, he didn't say we had to listen to that Chinese guy."

  "Look, I don't care what you think," Fatadio glared at him. "In any case, you have to follow Mr. Yi's arrangements. And Mr. Yi said that all actions are subject to Mr. Kane's command, so you must listen to Mr. Kane's orders and do whatever he says."

  Alyosha spun around in a circle, flailing his arms in frustration: "God damn it, why did I have to listen to that Cain guy? Why? Just because he's the commander of 'Black Magic'? Oh please, he only has a few subordinates now, I've got way more men than him. I don't want to listen to him, and neither will my subordinates follow his orders. If he's so capable, then let him go take down Bill's family by himself."

  Alyosha's subordinates nodded slightly, indicating that they would absolutely not listen to Cain's orders. Fattario was stunned, things hadn't even started yet and the situation was already out of control, how could this be done?

  Yi Chen walked over, smiling and saying: "Fatadi, I heard Colonel Eryosha's words. Of course, I support his opinion. It must be someone who can thoroughly grasp the subordinates to command the action, this is the right thing to do... Originally, we were going to join forces to take down Bill and his men, but since Mr. Ali has sent so many people, then Mr. Kane will cooperate with Colonel Eryosha."

  Alyosha said proudly: "We don't need anyone's cooperation, we can complete the task alone. Mr. Ali asking you to come over is a waste of time."

  "Of course, I've heard of Colonel Eroshin's reputation from Cain, but since we're already here, we have to do something or else I'll really become a tourist in New York... Since Colonel Eroshin is so confident, my other personnel won't be deployed. Just Cain, Jester and Chekhov will follow your orders."

  Fattario was stunned for half a day: "Oh my god, Mr. Chekhov, is he gone too?" Fattario's whole head was confused, a perfect joint raid, how did it suddenly become such a confusing account? He didn't know the story between Cain and Elysha.

  "It's okay, I have Phil and Mr. Gore here, as well as a few other subordinates, plus your assistant, so protecting ourselves is absolutely no problem. Mr. Cain, your men are staying at the hotel, huh... You'll be working with Mr. Eryosha tonight, got it?"

  Eryndor Thorne gazed at Kane with a mixture of reluctance and resignation as he approached. He knew it was unlikely that he could shake off Kane now. However, Kane was also an exceptional talent, and not utilizing him would be a waste. Eryndor was a man who held grudges, but he was also a skilled commander. Glancing at the several subordinates of Kane's nearby, since Easy had said they were staying behind to handle security at the hotel... Eryndor looked at Kane, his voice low and unwilling: "Colonel Kane, take twenty men and launch a surprise attack on Bill's headquarters from the rear entrance. Alright?"

  Kane nodded, and since you've spoken up, Kaine naturally blended into their tactical planning. No maps, no intel on the enemy, no knowledge of their firepower configuration - these were basic things that this group wouldn't bother with anyway. Kaine didn't care even more, after all he wasn't afraid of bullets in the past, let alone now.

  Eryndor left fifteen subordinates at the hotel, along with Cain's subordinates and Phil, Goll, etc., already a force to be reckoned with. I think Bill and his group haven't gone crazy enough to openly fire in a five-star hotel, right? As long as they don't leave the hotel door, nothing will happen.

  Kain, Jester and Chekhov followed Alyosha. Mishka stayed behind, pestering Yidishen, saying "Let me go too... it's no fun in the hotel."

  Yi Chen smiled and looked at her: "But gunfights are very dangerous?"

  Mishelle pouted: "I'm not afraid of danger, hum... You said it's New York where people kill and set fires, I came just to see the excitement."

  Yi Chen nodded: "Your people? Have they arrived?"

  Michele laughed: "They've been here for a long time, but they just won't tell you where they are... Haha, as long as they make their move, all those Bills and Bili will be finished."

  Yi Chen smiled: "So, Miss Mishi Xue, you can act as you please. Mr. Jester told me that you are able to protect your own safety, right?"

  Mishael was afraid of being stopped by Yidun, so she hastily nodded and said yes. After saying that, Mishael muttered to herself in her heart: "Huh? Why did I need his consent to go? If I had gone to watch the excitement on my own, what could he have done to me?... Strange, humph, it must be because I've been mixing with this group of bastards for too long and learned their weird human temperaments. Humph, I need to be careful, I don't want to become a stinky human."

  In a large detached courtyard house in the suburbs of New York, Alyosha and his base are located here.

  Eryndor Thorne had two hundred and thirty men under his command, dispatching one hundred and thirty to attack the Bill's headquarters, fifteen stayed at the hotel, while others formed small teams to raid several known strongholds of the Bill family. Eryndor was confident in his men's abilities, they had never failed before. This time, everyone used the standard equipment of Eryndor's original special forces unit, Alixandre had obtained these things directly from the military base.

  Alyosha looked at Chekhov's thin body, dissatisfied, and said: "Dear little friend, can you carry this rifle?" After finishing speaking, a large-caliber sniper rifle was maliciously smashed towards Chekhov by Alyosha. The several snipers next to him trembled in their hearts and couldn't help but curse, what a waste.

  Chikov performed an action that left Alyosha stunned, he stretched out one finger and lightly tapped the rifle, after which the sniper rifle spun around his finger a few times. Chikov picked up the sniper rifle, shaking his head in dissatisfaction: "Damn it, too light, and I like assault rifles, da-da-da-da-da, this is much more enjoyable."

  Alyosha's eyes widened in shock. "What the...?!" he muttered, staring at the massive weight that was being lifted with just one finger. "What kind of freaks are these people surrounding Cain?"

  Jie Si didn't even bother to say much to Ai Liao Sha and the others, casually stuffing dozens of high-powered grenades into a large bag, until it was filled with over a hundred, only then did he let out a satisfied sigh and start chuckling.

  Cain quietly chose his usual weapon configuration, nodded slightly at Elysha and said: "We don't have to wait until nightfall to attack them, we can do it a little earlier."

  Eryndor Thorne let out a bitter laugh: "I know that attacking when they're least expecting it is the best, but Cain, we are in America after all. We'll have to wait until nightfall before we can make our move... Take out all the police? Please, that's something you'd do, not us. We're special forces, not terrorists."

  Cain said in a low voice, "Sometimes, almost." Jester nodded slightly with a hint of sadness, pursed his lips and smiled, sending a chill down the spine of nearby Eryndor Thorne.

  Yi Chen, Fatadiou, Phil, and Gao formed a card table in the living room. Sally was running back and forth delivering various drinks under Phil's orders, while Phil was leaning on Yi Chen's shoulder, occasionally drawing a card from Yi Chen's hand and slapping it onto the table, often making Yi Chen frown tightly.

  The cars stole away from Alyosha's gathering place, three or two at a time, and then dispersed. Kane led five cars, plus Jester and Chekhov, a total of twenty-three people, racing towards Bill's headquarters along the route that Alyosha had previously scouted.

  Within the Bill family, a big fight broke out at this moment. Bill demanded that a large number of people be dispatched immediately to get rid of Fatah Dio, and all the strength of the family would be used to clean up Old John's forces. However, several other big heads did not agree with Bill's opinion, they had not received any reports about a large number of people sneaking into New York, and they did not believe that the Russians would collude with Old John to deal with themselves.

  After a clamor, Bill and his parents finally decided to strengthen their guard, but only strengthened their guard, preparing to observe John's movements before making a decision.

  Bill stormed out with his subordinates, thinking to himself that he could gather over a hundred people within an hour or so, which would be enough. He was going to take down Fattadio. They didn't come to New York to invite him for hot dog buns.

  With more than 30 bodyguards of his own, Bill's seven black Lincoln cars slowly drove out of the family headquarters. At this moment, Cain and others had already arrived at the back door, while several other big heads of Bill's family were talking about Bill's bad things in front of their parents, all of which were that Bill was too provocative.

  Eryosha's earpiece kept receiving reports of the arrival of teams from several directions, and their convoy of five cars slowly drove towards the main entrance of Bill's family. The earpiece reported that explosives had been set up everywhere, and Bill's convoy was about to collide with Eryosha's. The earpiece reported that the combat formation had been deployed, and the five snipers were in position.

  Alyosha had already seen the large gate of Bill's family mansion, and also saw seven black Lincoln cars, which were slowly driving towards this side. And on the road where he was, there were few vehicles, after all, it was near the suburbs, and the time was a bit late.

  Eryosha nodded slightly, and two six-barreled Gatling guns were slowly extended out of the car window by the team members sitting in the back seat.

  At the same time, when the round moon had just risen from the east, Michele was anxiously jumping quickly between high-rise buildings. Beside her, a hundred black bats were flying far and near, each eye emitting a blood-red glow, with sharp fangs exposed in their open mouths, making a "squeaky" sound.

  Seven young people wearing jeans, with earrings or other strange decorations, and hair dyed in bright green colors, stood far away on the top of a high-rise building, watching Michelle search for something anxiously. The one in the middle frowned and asked: "Are we going to take action? These European Dark Council members are too arrogant, aren't they? Hundreds of vampires sneaking into America is one thing, but doing it so openly... Dammit, the moon has just risen, and they're already out and about, what do they want to do? Should we stop them?"

  The other six young people simultaneously went "hiss", the one on the far left muttered: "Alright, alright, Ya An, we know you're incredibly powerful, so you go take care of those 94 high-level vampires by yourself, and also that little girl who looks like she's not easy to deal with... Good grief, don't you see the difference in numbers?"

  The young man in the middle was stunned for a moment and sighed: "New York City, how many hands do we have?"

  The young man on the far right twisted the golden ring on his finger and smiled bitterly: "Our people? There are no more than twenty in all of New York... Damn it, if they really came to find trouble with us, we'd better leave New York quickly. I don't believe that the Vatican is really cooperating with the Ministry of National Defense, what they taught us can't be the real thing, fighting ordinary people may be able to take down a hundred with one, but compared to true dark creatures, I have no idea how strong we are."

  The young man in the middle nodded: "Right, anyway, vampires should be a matter of the Holy See, right? Our public identity is an anti-terrorism special operations group, damn it, whatever."

  Seven somewhat irresponsible guys whispered to each other for a while, ignoring Michele who was running further and further away. They jumped out rapidly towards the south, then suddenly stopped. The young man in the middle chuckled and said: "We can't beat 101 vampires, but we should be able to handle two, right?"

  The other six delinquents sneered maliciously: "Yeah, two yellow bats, they don't look very healthy, let's have some fun with them, don't say we're bullying them... Brothers, go!" The seven of them suddenly flashed into action, leaving behind a trail of residual images as they charged towards the two golden bats.

  "Ah ha, found that tall tower! Hmm, Sister Fei Li told me that there's a large courtyard near this tower, it must be their headquarters. Never mind, with this tower as the center, within a radius of 100 meters, kill everyone for me. Oh... right, our own people can't be killed, so if you look like one of us, don't move them, got it?"

  A hundred vampires stared blankly for half a day, damn it, how do we know who is our own? Forget it, anyway, just kill them all, and the leader will be among them too. Don't kill the people around the leader, get rid of everyone else.

  Bill's convoy brushed past Alyosha's, and then Bill was horrified to discover two menacing Gatling guns trained on his vehicle.

  The loud sound of "Dang Dang Dang" echoed all around, and the large flames swept across the seven Lincoln cars. The people inside were killed in a concentrated shooting by Alyosha and others within three seconds, without any chance to escape. Alyosha and others carefully controlled their aim, annihilating everyone in the car, but not a single vehicle exploded. No kidding, at such close range, if those Lincolns had blown up, Alyosha and others would have been done for too.

  Erya shouted into the microphone at his mouth: "Charge, charge, kill everyone."

  Everyone pulled up their black hoods, and at five locations almost simultaneously, explosions occurred on the walls of Bill's family headquarters. The directional blasting caused a section of the wall over three meters wide to collapse inward, and then groups of people wearing black combat uniforms rushed in, with all the weapons adopting a three-burst firing method. And Bill's family was horrified to discover that these people were covering each other, advancing in an interlocking manner, which was simply military-style.

  Jester didn't care about anyone else's life or death, nor did he care that Alyosha's men were charging forward. He threw out one high-powered grenade after another from his hand, with a large cigar clenched between his teeth, muttering: "Damn it, no need to exert myself, using grenades is really cool."

  Cain charged into the main building of the courtyard with a swift and fierce momentum, engaging in an intense shootout with the gunmen inside. Under Cain's nearly barbaric impact, those Bill family gunmen fell to the ground one by one, dying without understanding why their bullets, which seemed to be about to hit Cain, always landed beside him?

  Chekhov grinned, wielding two MP5 submachine guns with a flourish, closely following Cain as he swept the area in front of them with inaccurate bursts of gunfire. The faint blue glow in his eyes flickered, deflecting every bullet fired at him and Cain with his psychic force field.

  Cain walked indifferently, accompanied by twenty of Aleisha's subordinates, striding down the corridor. Gunmen burst out from every corner, only to be mowed down like targets in a shooting gallery. Chikov felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration, especially after his sweep shot killed two unlucky gunmen. His spirits soared as he yelled and charged up the stairs alone, but was immediately forced back by the intense fire of the enemy's heavy-caliber shotgun. Chikov's emotions got the better of him, causing him to forget to maintain his spiritual field, nearly getting himself riddled with bullets.

  Jester lazily followed behind the team, and every time they passed a room, he would casually throw a hand grenade in, turning the entire room into a hellish scene. Seeing Chekhov being forced back, he hastily threw several grenades up, and several gunmen fell down from upstairs with miserable cries. Kane quickly pulled Chekhov away, and together with two of Alyosha's subordinates, they covered each other and charged forward.

  Erya and his men were quite depressed, encountering a large number of gunmen blocking their way. Erya roared: "Damn it, these bastards, isn't this just the headquarters of a black society? How can there be at least 400 people in the courtyard? Damn it, are they too rich or too afraid to die?" He didn't know that Bill had gathered all the big heads of the family for a meeting, each head bringing dozens of bodyguards, and having so many hands was quite normal.

  Relying on the sculptures, woods and flowerbed railings in the courtyard, these riflemen withstood El'asha's charge with dense firepower. These riflemen were also worried, the marksmanship of these attackers was too accurate, if they didn't pay attention, they would be shot as soon as they stuck their heads out, such resistance was really too difficult.

  But such a situation did not last long, as Alyosha and his men brought in heavy weapons, even firing several anti-tank rockets that destroyed the fountain and statues in the courtyard, killing over a dozen gunmen. The remaining attackers were forced to retreat into the main building. With plenty of ammunition still in the basement and the advantage of terrain, it should be easy to wipe out these reckless attackers, shouldn't it?

  However, Cain suddenly appeared at the gate with a heavy machine gun and more than a dozen men, crazily shooting at the suit-wearing bodyguards. The firepower was intense from both sides, quickly suppressing the bodyguards to the corner of the yard. Cain's group had already taken out the high-ranking officials of Bill's family and found some heavy weapons in the hidden compartments upstairs, immediately picking them up and rushing out. Meanwhile, Jest didn't care about the bullets flying everywhere in the yard, sneaking towards Aileo like a ghost, who was already locked onto by his intuition.

  Mishelle directed the vampires to clear out the courtyards around the high tower, and all the residents inside were either drained of blood or had their necks twisted. To her surprise, she didn't find what she was looking for. Mishelle stood stupidly on top of the high tower, muttering: "Strange, Sister Feili told me that if I walked west to the suburbs and saw a high tower, it would be it. This is the intelligence provided by those Russians, it shouldn't be wrong."

  The vampire captain behind her almost fainted, stuttering: "C-could it be, Miss Miharu, that after leaving the hotel, you were walking east?"

  Mishka blinked her eyes, looking at the captain with a strange expression: "Are you sure? Do you think I don't know the direction? Hmm? You're underestimating me, I'll punish you."

  The captain's forehead was sweating, this matter had blown up, and it was inexplicable that more than a thousand ordinary civilians were killed. But in the eyes of vampires, humans are just food anyway. However, this is New York, without notifying the American branch of the Dark Council, committing such a big crime on their turf, I'm afraid the leaders here won't let them off?

  Michelle will definitely not be afraid of anything, her father is Prince Philip, who dares to offend her? But the pot must be carried by someone...

  Mitsurugi pouted: "It's all because of you guys, with you around, our luck has turned bad... We can't even find the place where they're fighting, how are we supposed to watch the excitement? It's all your fault, when I get back, I'm going to give you a good scolding... Hmm, do you guys feel that? Our clan members are clashing with the Temple people."

  In the eyes of a hundred vampires, killing intent immediately flowed out. The captain said gloomily: "It must be those bastards from the Vatican looking for trouble with our clan again. Miss Misha, let's go and help."

  Mishi'er cheered: "Good, anyway we have more people, hum, hum, watch me teach them a good lesson, let's go." One hundred and one residual shadows broke through the air, leaving behind only this two-hundred-meter-in-diameter, gloomy residential area.

  Seven strangely dressed young people, transformed from residual images, blocked two vampire marquises who were protecting Michelle. Two golden bats turned into human form in the thick smoke, looking at the seven young people with indifference. The one on the left with scars on his face said coldly: "I am Sabia of the Philippe family, and he is Kuru. What do you want? If it's not something important, then get out of here and don't waste our time."

  The young man in the middle snorted a few times, made several not very civilized gestures and said: "Can't see that you're still so cool, old ghost. Nothing else to do, just came over to bully you two because I don't like the look of you. Let's see your fists! If you can escape alive, then..." Before he finished speaking, he was already bringing a gust of wind, as if he had grown hundreds of arms, and countless fists were densely pounding towards Sabia.

  Shabia sneered a few times, and compared speed with vampires? Are you kidding me? His body twisted randomly a few times, easily dodging the young man's attack. Then, none of the seven young men could see his movements clearly. The one who made the move had already been punched heavily, shattering his breastbone. The fist directly entered his chest, breaking his spine from behind.

  A corpse with a transparent hole was blown away by a powerful impact, and it flew far out of the rooftop of this high-rise building.

  "Is this your strength? Hmph? This is the strength you use to challenge us two vampire marquises? Hmph? This is what you rely on when you provoke us at midnight? Hmph? When I was 100 years old, I could easily take down a hundred of you little ghosts."

  The six young people were all frightened silly, staring blankly at Sabia: "You, you're actually a vampire marquis? You, how old are you?"

  Kururu thought for a moment with a pretentious look, then chuckled and said: "Shabuya is relatively young, only about 1,056 years old. As for me, I'm slightly older than him by around 100 years... You know, the older a vampire gets, the more powerful he becomes. Tsk tsk, you little demons are really something... But don't worry, we'll send you to hell."

  Kerui's smiling face suddenly turned extremely ferocious, his residual image still remaining in place, while his body had already pounced forward to the six young men, his fists striking out like a storm, brutally shattering the six youngsters' skeletons, then rupturing their internal organs, and flying up again with six kicks, sending the six flesh bags flying out. The powerful dark energy suddenly burst forth after the six corpses flew over a hundred meters, blasting the flesh into a bloody rain that scattered everywhere.

  Shabya said disdainfully, "Keru, do you need to go to so much trouble for a few small fries? You're still the same as ever, wasting good food... Hmph."

  Kerui squinted his eyes, saying in a drunken tone: "Oh, don't humans like to waste food too? During economic crises, they even pour milk into the sewers. Hmph, I'm not as wasteful as them on such a large scale, just occasionally indulging myself."

  Shabier slowly turned around: "Friends of the Vatican, come out, why shrink your head and tail?"

  Several bailiffs, two temple attendants quietly appeared on the rooftop. The thin-bodied temple attendant on the right shook his head and said: "We didn't plan to fight you... Hmm, you got rid of those little devils, but you haven't learned any real skills, only how to stir up trouble, just like Americans."

  Kerou nodded solemnly: "Oh? Their kung fu has your shadow, it turns out that you are indeed the ones who trained them... It's strange, why didn't you save them?"

  The robust sacristan on the right sneered: "That's someone we trained for the US Department of Defense, if they're dead, then they're dead, trash doesn't need to exist in this world... Today's matter will be left at that, we don't want to provoke two noble marquises, and we're not their opponents, so we'll keep our mouths shut, how about it?"

  Shabia shook her head: "No, you saw it, you were there, you should die... Moreover, you are people of the Vatican? I hate people from the Vatican the most, understand? When I was young, I was almost killed by you, I hate you the most."

  Sabia charged forward with a whoosh, her two hands already ignited with black flames. The emaciated temple executor also pounced out, since it was impossible to reason clearly, they would just fight; the winner would live and the loser would die, it was that simple.

  No one was in sight, only the sound of "punching and kicking" echoing through the air, along with the cracking of bones. About five seconds later, the emaciated body of the Saint's Executor suddenly materialized in mid-air, followed by a massive gush of blood that splattered everywhere, sending him crashing to the ground in pieces.

  Shaby seems to have not exerted himself at all, smiling and saying: "Ah, slightly warmed up, huh? Where are the good hands of your Temple-class attendants? Why is it all just a pile of trash? Oh? Your experts? Come out and play a few rounds."

  "As soon as Sabiha's words fell, a clear and melodious voice rang out: 'As you wish, sir. You must atone for the sin of killing our clergy, you will be judged.'"

  Three middle-aged men in silver robes, a young man in a gold robe, and a red-robed cardinal appeared quietly on the rooftop.

  Keru's jaw nearly dropped, stuttering: "Damn it, a deputy chief judge of the Tribunal, three judges, and a red-robed archbishop... God damn it, we today... You Vatican people are too idle, don't you have anything to do? What are you doing running around everywhere for no reason? Shouldn't people like you be in the Vatican?"

  Xabia was stunned, high-ranking officials, two would have been enough, why did five come out at once? The power of a single red-robed archbishop surpassed his own, and the power of a deputy chief judge was unfathomable. He was just a vampire marquis, what right did he have to clash with these top-level clergy?

  Two people, wrong, two ghosts stared at each other for a moment, and in the thick smoke, they transformed into golden bats and fled desperately.

  Mishelle arrived with a group of vampires, and upon seeing the two golden bats, she didn't even bother to look at who her opponents were. She stuttered and said: "I don't want to save those two bastards, why do they always follow me wherever I go? I'll head back to the hotel first, you guys take care of those Vatican scum." Mishelle hastily ran off in a slanted direction, while the 100 vampires swooped down with a loud whooshing sound.

  Shabeya was overjoyed. He had been worried that he wouldn't be able to escape, but now a substitute for death had arrived. He shouted loudly: "Kill them, and this official will heavily reward you."

  Apart from the captain being slightly more astute, he had already discerned that these two unfamiliar vampires were Marquises of a much higher rank and power than himself. What kind of person could make them flee in such disarray? The captain's wings fluttered once, and then he followed the two golden bats as they fled in panic.

  Ninety-nine vampires chanted incantations in unison, launching a frenzied attack. Their combined strength coalesced into a massive black fireball that plummeted towards the building. The red-robed bishop's expression changed, ninety-nine high-ranking vampires joining forces? He shook his head, too lazy to care about the black fireball, and instead unleashed a pillar of holy light before using the Vatican's secret arts to escape.

  The intense holy light blinded nearly half of the vampires, who let out miserable cries as they wildly swung their fists, vaguely hitting some flesh before feeling a chill in their chest, followed by an intense pain, and then their bodies seemed to just disappear.

  One vice president, three judges looked at each other, before the huge black fireball took shape, they had already pounced without a hint of wind. Their strength was too great, although they also did not dare to fight against the combined force of ninety-nine high-level vampires in one blow, but relying on their speed advantage to attack individual vampires, it was basically a hit. However, the dying counterattack of those vampires also left some wounds on their faces and hands that were neither light nor heavy.

  The four nodded, annihilated most of the vampires and flashed away. They had other important business in New York and couldn't be bothered with these vampires. The two marquises were still relatively valuable targets, but the others didn't matter.

  The bailiffs were unlucky, their superiors had fled in a hurry, leaving only them staring at the fireball pressing down on their heads, the strong pressure even making their own bodies unable to move.

  The high-rise building exploded from top to bottom, with each layer of glass windows shattering in turn amidst eerie black flames. The entire building then turned into a black pillar of fire and burst open, leaving behind a massive crater over 50 meters deep at its original site. What's even more bizarre is that the nearby high-rises were completely unaffected, except for some glass windows being shattered by flying debris. Dark power, corrosion, and devouring, with an explosive force that wasn't particularly strong...

  The remaining thirty-seven vampires wailed and flew wildly in the fireball produced by the explosion, mourning their lost companions. They had just easily killed so many civilians, who would have thought that their own companions could also be easily killed by others?

  The battle within the courtyard of Bill's family had reached its final stage. Eryndor Thorne was directing his subordinates to finish off the enemy with great enthusiasm. He glanced at his watch, and only two minutes had passed. He couldn't help but feel extremely satisfied with the movements of his subordinates, especially considering that the enemy had a considerable number of heavy weapons and several hundred more people.

  Jie Si Te had stealthily, like a ghost, approached him, the dagger in his hand lightly stabbing towards his left waist, without any sound, gently stabbing past. Yi Chen said he wanted to get rid of Ai Lie Sha, so he should die.

  A hand as strong as a tiger's claw suddenly grasped Jest's wrist, Jest's eyebrows furrowed, and he tried to struggle free, but a sharp pain shot through his wrist, making him feel like an ant trying to shake a giant tree, unable to move at all. Who had such great strength?

  Eryndor Thorne's instincts screamed at him to turn around, and as he did, he just caught Kain calmly taking the dagger from Jester's hand. Eryndor's face changed color; these two had been firing at the main building entrance just a moment before - how were they suddenly behind him? And Eryndor wasn't stupid; with one glance, he knew exactly what was happening.

  "Cain said in a low tone: 'As soldiers, we shouldn't ambush our own commander on the battlefield... Colonel Elyusha, I'm sorry.'"

  Jester's face changed color and he muttered: "Cain, you forgot what the boss said?"

  Eryosha has already raised his right hand and sincerely said: "Kain, sorry, for today's matter, I want to thank you, from now on, I am your friend." Jester's ghostly movements made Eryosha's heart fearful, Jester had already said that it was their boss who wanted him dead. Eryosha is a clever person, he doesn't want to offend someone he can't afford to, nor does he want to always worry about being hunted down in the future.

  Jester furrowed his brow. Kane had already extended his hand and gave Eryndor a firm handshake, saying in a low voice: "Friend."

  It was settled in just over ten seconds, and the three of them moved so lightly that even Alyosha's subordinates standing next to them didn't notice.

  Jester looked at Cain with discontent, but since things had already turned out this way, there was nothing he could do about it. At the same time, Jester thought to himself in frustration: "Cain, damn him, his strength has increased so much compared to before! Damn God, if my hand were slightly weaker, he would have broken it... I'd better work harder at training, otherwise I'll be surpassed by Cain. Back when I beat him until his face was bruised and swollen, what if he wants revenge on me now?..."

  Alyosha leaned in close to Jester and whispered, "Believe me, tell your boss that I've already forgotten what happened earlier. I absolutely won't bring up those unpleasant things with Mr. Kane again. I think having one more friend is much better than having one more enemy... okay?"

  Jester rolled his eyes and lazily said, "Whatever..." He casually tossed over a dozen grenades, blowing the last remaining gunmen in the corner of the courtyard to pieces, silencing the gunfire once and for all.

  "Cain muttered a sentence: 'We've already set up C4 explosives in the main building, guaranteed to destroy it.'"

  Eryosha nodded, and the team members fired a few more shots at the corpses on the ground before rushing back to their cars and heading towards the gathering place along different routes. On the way, police cars whizzed past them one after another...

  In New York City, Alyosha's subordinates have also successfully completed their tasks, destroying all known business premises of the Bill family. And Old John and his men began to seize the fruits of victory.

  Mitsy returned to the hotel in a sulky mood, this time she found her way back correctly. She had no idea that Sabia and Kuru were running for their lives, and in her heart, she was resentful: "Why is it that no matter where I go, there's always someone following me? Hmph..."

  Yi Chen has reluctantly conceded defeat and sighed: "Feili baby, you've made me lose several thousand more..."

  Fattahdio smiled with satisfaction and answered the phone. Alyosha reported, "Mr. Fattahdio, we've arrived home safely."

  Fatahio burst out laughing: "It's all settled... Haha, I told you it was too easy, too smooth. That bastard Bill actually thought he could take us on?"

  "Ah, that's great then, Fei Li. We can have a good time in New York now. Otherwise, we'd just be coming and going with all these murders happening one after another. That would be too suspicious. In any case, let's play for at least a week before leaving."

  Fairy's eyes had already sparkled with little stars, and she was smiling slyly as she thought to herself: "Hmmm, I want to buy..."

  "Tell the American branch, we need reinforcements. Tell them that the Vatican has some very nasty people in New York, damn it, I want a large number of men, I want to make them come and go... Isn't the Dark Assembly an outer mercenary organization? I want to hire them, damn it, have them shoot at the Vatican's people, see them and shoot... I want to let them know what the consequences are of offending me, Lord Kuru."

  Shabya was using her golden paws to frantically tear at the antenna tower on top of a large building, growling in a low voice: "Damn it, I'm going to kill them, I'm going to kill them, I'm going to kill them..."

  The antenna tower began to twist and distort under his tiny paws, while inside the building, the night manager of a local New York TV station stared in stunned amazement at the increasingly distorted images, bellowing: "What's going on? Where's the malfunction? We've got breaking news coming up, you've got three minutes to get it together!"

  The night has passed...