Chapter 112: The Frenzy of the Mice
Mo Fei and Mindy's hospitality was hard to refuse, so Cross couldn't decline.
Next was the task assignment.
Mindy was responsible for long-range sniping, while Cross, Wesley, Fire Fox, and Mo Fei would advance.
Cross was the one responsible for driving the garbage truck to deliver the mouse bombs into the Assassin Alliance headquarters.
Mo Fei and the other two followed behind.
The operation began!
Mo Fei and the two others watched as Cross drove the garbage truck across the bridge and to the main entrance of the Assassin Alliance headquarters' textile factory, then took out his gun, driving with one hand and holding the gun with the other.
"Bang! Bang!"
Suddenly, several gunshots rang out, and several thugs guarding the gate on the watchtower gained bloody holes in their foreheads and fell to the ground.
"Is he here to die?" Sloan stood in the shadow of the window, watching Cross drive over. He couldn't understand why Cross was suddenly attacking their headquarters today. Did he think he was strong enough to take on the entire Assassin Alliance by himself?
Even with his cunning, he couldn't figure it out!
Cross didn't look like an idiot!
"Perhaps he has a backup plan?" Gunsmith, standing by, mused.
"I don't care what he's thinking; immediately organize men and kill him for me!" Sloan's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty glint: "Since he's being foolish today, I'll grant his wish! Completely eliminate this hidden danger!"
"Yes!" Gunsmith took the order and left.
After Cross killed a few unlucky guys on the watchtower, he turned the steering wheel, using the rear of the garbage truck to smash open the Iron Gate of the textile factory.
And his driving skills were excellent, positioning the front of his vehicle, where he was, directly under the wall tower at the entrance.
The assassins of the Assassin Alliance must have never imagined that one day someone would dare to drive directly into their headquarters, because even if that person was Cross, the strongest assassin rumored in the Assassin Alliance, he couldn't possibly deal with all the assassins of the Assassin Alliance at once.
They had never considered this problem, so when it happened, they were a bit slow. By the time their stunned nerves reacted, they frantically rained bullets on Cross, but Cross was already in their blind spot, so he couldn't be harmed in the slightest!
Cross pressed the button, and the sealed garbage truck compartment opened, releasing over a thousand frenzied small mice.
The small mice were like beasts let out of their cages. Already startled by the gunshots, they began to scurry around at an astonishing speed, flowing like an endless stream.
Mo Fei wasn't sure if Cross had his own animal taming methods or if he had put something in the textile factory to attract the mice, but all the small mice scurried into the Assassin Alliance instead of running out the door.
However, those dense, chirping figures, overwhelming in number, were terrifying to behold, practically enough to drive those with trypophobia to death!
Only a few people in the Assassin Alliance knew about using insecticide to make mouse bombs, but disliking mice was almost a human instinct. Many immediately started shooting at the little darlings.
"Bang! Bang!"
Just as they opened fire, Mindy also fired from a distance, hitting her targets with every shot.
The Assassin Alliance headquarters wasn't without snipers, but they were completely unprepared; the snipers weren't in position and could only temporarily let Mindy slaughter their men.
Cross, as always, wore a gray-black jacket and unhurriedly got out of the garbage truck's driver's seat. Listening to the frantic gunshots inside, he then rolled two iron pineapples from under the car, blowing up several unlucky people behind the door.
Then, several brave young men leaped down from the watchtower. They couldn't solve the mouse problem, so they prepared to solve the problem of the person who brought the mice.
Cross had a formidable reputation within the Assassin Alliance, but since ancient times, there's no first in literature, no second in martial arts. Without a real contest, who's afraid of whom?
Listening to the commotion ahead, Cross, seemingly slow but actually fast, leisurely pulled a Beretta 92S from his lower back, loaded it, admired the brave young men for a moment, and then decisively opened fire.
"Bang! Bang!"
Cross raised his hand and fired two bullets, which followed a bizarre trajectory, emerging from unexpected angles, directly piercing their temples.
Died before the battle even began!
These rookies were too far below Cross's level and posed no threat to him. If it were a master like Gunsmith, he might pay them some attention.
Coupled with Mindy clearing the way for Cross, he barely had to lift a finger, and the time was almost up.
The assassins inside the textile factory were frantically hunting the small mice, but there were too many of them, over a thousand; how could they be cleaned up so quickly?
Moreover, killing the small mice wasn't enough; they were like time bombs, set to explode at a designated time, whether dead or alive.
After another headshot, Cross extended his left hand and checked the time on his watch.
"Three, two, one…"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A continuous series of dense explosions suddenly erupted, and the ubiquitous blasts sent countless severed limbs, thighs, arms, eyeballs flying… Incessant screams pierced the sky, and the entire textile factory instantly turned into a living hell, with rivers of blood.
The glass installed in the textile factory was almost entirely shattered by the explosion's sound waves, and the internal buildings, built of rammed earth, burst apart. For a time, yellow dust flew, and a dark haze filled the air, obscuring visibility.
The best time to attack had arrived!
"Move out!"
Accompanied by Mindy's voice from the earpiece, at the same time, Cross, Fire Fox, Wesley, and Mo Fei each found a point to penetrate the textile factory.
Having been suppressed for so long, Wesley finally had a chance to show off his power and was particularly excited, perhaps because Fire Fox was not far away… The gun he held was Mr. X's special pistol, one of the Assassin Alliance's three giants, a modified Beretta 92F, a very good gun.
Supported by the strong bloodline of adrenaline flowing in his veins for generations, Wesley, wielding the 92F, was as if divinely aided, killing gods and Buddhas alike, with one headshot after another.
This was normal; in nature, males in heat display a strong desire to show off to females.
Unfortunately, Fire Fox barely gave him a glance.
Wesley was so disappointed… "Focus!" Cross shot down a bullet aimed at Wesley, grazing his scalp. This was a battle, and a moment of inattention could mean death!
Fire Fox was still using her ivory-handled M1911, her expression cold, advancing rapidly, taking the lead on the most dangerous front line of the battle, seemingly not caring about her own life.
This was the behavior of a fanatic whose faith had shattered, having lost all hope for life.
Mo Fei, on the other hand, was more leisurely, not going to the places with the most enemies. He was here to steal the repair fluid formula, not specifically to kill people, and even if killing people could give him gun experience points, Mo Fei had no interest in getting them.