Seeing that the two were on the verge of a fight, there was a knock on the door to the secret room.

Bang bang!

"Hello! Is anyone here?"

Cross and Reggae were stunned. This is the safe house of the mutual aid association in Los Angeles! The level of confidentiality is very high. Unless they are core members like Reggae and Cross, it is impossible for ordinary people to know.

Bang bang!

"No one said anything, so I went in!"

Without waiting for the people inside to reply, there was a bang and the door to the secret room was kicked open.

The Cross and Reggae are so stupid, but this door is made of a three centimeter thick steel plate!

As the door was kicked open, a man in a luxurious suit walked in, as unscrupulously as if he were entering his own home, without any sense of illegal intrusion.

When Cross and Reggae saw the face of the visitor clearly, their first reaction was that this guy is so handsome. Their second reaction was...who the hell is this?

They were sure that they never knew this kid.

But the person who came in seemed to be very familiar with reggae.

"Ah, I didn't expect you to have an accomplice." The visitor said to Reggae.

Cross looked at Reggae and indicated with his eyes, ‘Your friend?’.

Reggae shook his head. ‘I don’t know’.

"Um...is this?" The person who came was naturally our Hannibal. He finally noticed the corpse on the ground. "Are you fighting among yourself?"

Reggae raised his hand and pointed his gun at Hannibal: "Who are you?"

Hannibal seemed surprised.

"Oh? I didn't introduce myself?"

Then Hannibal bowed very elegantly, his action was more aristocratic than a nobleman. In short, Kai was committed to making Hannibal a strong character, very dramatic, with the feeling of a beast in clothes and a cultural hooligan.

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"My lord, Hannibal. I'm very sorry for interrupting you."

"Hannibal?" Cross and Reggae looked at each other. They are killers. Apart from their own work, they rarely pay attention to other things. So they are not sure what this Hannibal does. They have seen Hopkins.

The Silence of the Lambs, it's just...how should I put it, it's so surreal that they won't think of it.

"what you up to?"

Hannibal responded with impeccable etiquette: "Kill you!"

Now even the cross was pointed at Hannibal.

"Huh?" Kai seemed surprised that the cross was pointing a gun at him: "Didn't the two of you want to fight among yourself just now? Now...have you reconciled?"

Cross is also a little embarrassed. He did it completely subconsciously. After all, he just rebelled and hasn't had time to change his mentality. But Cross is not interested in explaining to Hannibal. "You are in danger!"

This was the truth. Cross felt endless malice from Hannibal, as if the two of them had become prey and were being targeted by a hunter with a bad and cruel personality. He felt the blood in his body run cold.

"Ah, if you talk like that, you'll get beaten easily, Mr. Cross."

"Did you hear the conversation we just had?!!!" Cross immediately analyzed from Kai's words that the guy in front of him heard their conversation just now. After all, he called out his code name in one breath.

"Although it's a bit rude, I can guarantee that I didn't mean it!" Hannibal raised his hand and swore: "My target is this Mr. Reggae. I just didn't expect to meet an uninvited guest."

Various thoughts flashed rapidly in Cross's mind. The man in front of him gave Cross a very, very bad feeling. The evil aura exuding from him had caused Cross to classify him as a heinous person. He thought about whether he should do justice to God.

Already.

But Reggae is even more curious as to why this guy wants to deal with him.

He swore that he had never seen this person before, let alone had any chance of interacting with him.

"Why do you want to kill me?"

"Well... this question... As a killer, you ask such a question, how do you ask me to answer it?" Hannibal held his chin and said a little embarrassed. "In your line of work, shouldn't you be aware of it early?

?"

As he said that, Hannibal pulled out a black dagger from nowhere. The dagger was extremely black and had no reflection at all. Even the light would be sucked in after passing through the blade.

"So...are you ready to hit the road?"

Without any hesitation, the tall and strong Reggae's heartbeat instantly accelerated, his physical energy burst into action, his strong body rushed towards Hannibal, and he wanted to pull the trigger without hesitation. At this time, he felt pain in his arm and blurred vision.

.One of his arms was separated from his body.

His heart was beating at a high speed, so his body was now like a high-pressure water pump, and his blood pressure was astonishingly high. Most people like him would have suffered from cerebral congestion for a long time, but due to the training of the mutual aid association, every one of them, the famous killers,

The body is different from ordinary people, so the blood vessels can withstand it. But now, if the entire arm is cut off, it will be fatal.

The blood spurted out as if it was free of charge.

Have you ever seen what happens after a fire hydrant is opened?

At this moment, reggaeton is like a fire hydrant, but what comes out is blood.

In just two seconds, Reggae knelt down, covering his shoulders. His face was extremely pale.

No matter how fierce a man is, he cannot withstand such blood loss.

"Who are you..." Reggae now wanted to know why he was killed.

"Not polite! Didn't you introduce yourself just now?" Hannibal said perfunctorily, as if he were addressing an unreasonable naughty child.

"Why..." Reggae felt that his vision was a little blurry. He still hadn't discovered how the other party cut off one of his arms. This was really shocking to a proud killer of a mutual aid association.

.More importantly, he still doesn’t know why the other party came to trouble him.

"Originally, you weren't going to die that easily. I still have something to ask you. But..." Hannibal said as he looked at the cross on the side. "Now it seems that you are no longer needed."

After saying that, Hannibal raised a hand and placed it in front of Reggae.

"Aton for your sins, sinner!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hannibal's injury suddenly erupted into clouds of dark, sticky black smoke. The smoke kept squirming and converging, and finally turned into two huge monsters!

"No!!!!" Reggae didn't know what it was, but he instinctively felt fear. His instinct kept urging him to run away quickly! Otherwise, he would face a future more terrifying than death!

Knowing that using physical energy burst again would only make him die faster, Reggae, who followed his instincts, no longer cared about this. He entered the physical energy burst again, and his tall body rushed out of the door at a speed that was completely inconsistent with common sense!

"Want to leave? It's too late." The voice continued to ring in the room, which made Reggae and Cross feel quite uncomfortable, as if they were talking to the God of Death.

The last thing Reggae heard after being dragged into the darkness was a burst of violent and joyful barking.

After that, all that was left was endless pain and wailing.

Cross looked at his former apprentice in horror, being dragged into the shadows, and then let out a chilling wail.

Every titular killer begins receiving anti-torture training at the beginning of his training.

The so-called anti-torture training means continuous beatings and torture.

Anyway, Cross himself was tied to a chair by his instructor and tortured for three months.

As long as the killers pass the test, every one of them is a tough man who can roll on a nail board bed without changing his face. Ordinary torture techniques will have no effect on them.

But now Reggae let out a wail that would make even a cross feel scared. One can imagine how horrific the pain he experienced was.

Kay paid no attention to the amusements of the two hounds.

After all, they have been suppressed for a long time, and they must be allowed to vent.

"It seems that you are not afraid at all?" Hannibal looked at the cross with interest. He was the first person who could remain calm after seeing the hound of Tindalos.

Cross put down the gun in his hand and made a friendly gesture. "You didn't attack me immediately, which means that I am not your target. In this case, why should I be afraid. And... if you really want to kill me,

It seems like there’s no point in being afraid.”

Hannibal smiled.

"I like you. In fact, I like all smart people, because communication will be very smooth and there is no extra cost."

"Me too. Because smart people rarely do unnecessary things, such as killing me."

"Very good, it seems we have reached a consensus." Hannibal found a chair and sat down. Then he saw the body of the tailor shop owner. He motioned to the cross and said, "Do you mind if I take care of it?"

"

"This? Of course not."

"That's good." After saying that, Hannibal snapped his fingers. The shadow under his feet seemed to be alive, and it suddenly swallowed up the body of the tailor boss.

"Okay, let's do something serious." After doing all this, Hannibal said to the cross.

"What do you want to know?"

"everything!"

…

Then the cross began to tell Kecop what the Mutual Aid Society was and why he betrayed it.

"I believe that the Loom of Destiny can ensure that the trajectory of the world will not deviate from the track, and I still believe it! So the League of Assassins should disappear from this world! Sloane's name should disappear when it appears on the Loom of Destiny!"
To be continued...