The rooftop once again fell into a brief dead silence.
The bitter wind continued to howl, making the giant tal logo creak, "creak", "creak".
The harsh LED lighting illuminated the ground, strewn with bodies and blood.
If one ignored the scene of carnage, the thrilling seconds just past seed as if they had never happened.
Fire Dragon crouched atop the water tank, two orange flas dancing in his palms, ready to retaliate at any mont.
And in the shadow of the nearby wall corner, the air displayed an eerie ripple-like distortion.
That was Black Mamba in his invisible state, the dagger in his hand reflecting a cold glint amidst the ripples.
"Friend."
The Masked Guest stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze through the mask focusing on the pitch-black rooftop entrance:
"Since you’ve co, why hide?"
He took the initiative to speak, breaking the silence.
However, the hallway remained quiet, with only the sound of the wind echoing inside.
Seeing that the other side had no intention to respond, the Masked Guest was not annoyed, pausing before continuing:
"If you want to save soone, hiding like a turtle in there is useless."
"You should know, the military helicopter assisting us is arriving soon."
His tone carried a nonchalant air, yet it was full of threat.
"If you can’t defeat us before reinforcents arrive, these few cages of goods, I’ll have to take them away in front of you."
"Perhaps, you’ll have to stay along with them."
This tactic seed to work.
After a mont, a voice full of roguish laughter suddenly erged from the darkness:
"Heh, the master is gracious, yet shouldn’t be declined."
With the fall of these words, four figures calmly erged from the dark hallway, exposed under the glaring rooftop lights.
They all wore nylon bandit masks, revealing eyeholes at the position of the eyes, looking rather fierce.
Leading them was a bald brute, only slightly smaller than Big Bear, wearing a black vest stretched almost to bursting by muscles, a thick gold chain hanging on his neck.
To the right was a slender, long-limbed young man, wearing a baseball cap, hands inserted in his pockets, looking nonchalant.
Beside these two, there was also a dium-built man in an old black jacket, looking sowhat unremarkable in comparison.
The last person, however, exuded a cold aura.
He held a heavily modified large-caliber sniper rifle, the barrel still slightly red, with thin wisps of smoke rising.
They were the four new mbers of the Illuminati: Fatty Hu, Fei Ying, Old Chen, and Eagle Eye.
With their appearance, the tense atmosphere beca subtly different.
Fei Ying glanced over the bodies bleeding on the ground, whistling loudly:
"Wow, didn’t know before seeing it, but it’s astonishing on sight, Eagle Eye your gun skill is indeed miraculous, this string of candied hawthorn is beautifully pierced."
By the sound of it, he was the one who responded to the Masked Guest from inside earlier.
Fatty Hu shrugged his shoulders, offering his opinion:
"Mainly, it’s the great coordination between Old Chen and Eagle Eye, simply a 360-degree all-weather radar without blind spots, able to mark those bastards’ positions even through walls, incredible!"
Old Chen smiled modestly, returning humbly:
"Just little tricks, Fatty Hu brother’s ramming earlier was what was truly fierce, pushing back that mutant giant brute directly, made my blood boil watching from behind."
Fatty Hu grinned broadly, looking pleased.
While speaking, he kept rubbing the muscles of his shoulder with his right hand.
It seed that the earlier hard clash made half of his body sowhat sore and numb, not fully recovered yet.
Eagle Eye remained out of their mutual praise.
He was like a cold rock, his hands holding the sniper rifle steady.
His sharp gaze through the mask’s eyeholes swept over, instantly locking onto the "goods" in the iron cage in the rooftop center.
Upon seeing the old man who, although in a sorry state, still showed signs of life, he breathed a slight sigh of relief, softly reminding his companions:
"Target confird, the person is still alive."
At this mont, everyone also saw Shen Wei imprisoned in the cage, appearance and age completely matching the intelligence description.
"As long as he’s alive, if he were dead, our first mission would be a failure, and we’d have no face to et the other veterans in the association."
Fatty Hu chuckled, placing his hands on his hips, swaggering a step forward, raising his chin at the Masked Guest:
"Hey, you with the mask playing tricks, listen up."
"I’m the East City Association’s top enforcer, if you’re smart, release the person, then kneel down and kowtow three tis, maybe if I’m in a good mood, I’ll let you keep your whole body."
These words were extrely arrogant, fully following Fang Cheng’s instructions before the action, to be imposing and make as much noise as possible.
"East City Association?"
Before the Masked Guest could reply, a sharp snicker ca from the air.
"With you bunch of worthless fools? If the East City Association was really that capable, you wouldn’t be slaughtered by us like pigs and dogs."
"Bald guy, if you don’t need that bragging tongue of yours, I can help cut it off."
Black Mamba, hidden in the wall corner, was enraged by Fatty Hu’s arrogant words, his voice drifting unpredictably.
"Yo ho? Who’s talking?"
Fatty Hu exaggeratedly dug his ear, looking around, asking Fei Ying beside him with a blank face:
"Did a fart just co out? Why can’t I see anyone?"
Fei Ying got the hint, smiling coyly, cooperatively responding:
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