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Chapter 47
chapter 0039 part 2
The empty Rooftop, aside from some equipment and machinery, was deserted. There was no waiting helicopter, no zipline. The Pompadour walked to the edge of the Rooftop, looked at the other building opposite, which was at least forty to fifty meters away, and measured the distance with his thumb.
He took a deep breath, slowly retreated, all the way back to the edge of the Rooftop on the other side of the building.
Tightening the guitar case on his back, the Pompadour began to change his breathing frequency.
Thump, thump, thump, thump... after twenty-odd seconds, the Pompadour's heart rate accelerated, and his face turned red.
He scuffed his leather shoe on the ground and sprinted towards the Rooftop on the other side. Just as he was about to reach the edge of the Rooftop, he forcefully stomped his leather shoe on the Rooftop steps and leaped into the air towards the Rooftop of the other tall building.
His powerful heart's blood supply gave the Pompadour inhuman explosive Strength. He leaped across the distance of over forty meters.
Just as he was about to successfully leap onto the Rooftop of the other tall building, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
Wearing a T-shirt and casual pants, with his hands in his pockets, he stood at the edge of the Rooftop, looking at the scenery.
The Pompadour looked at the familiar face of the target, and a chill ran down his spine to the top of his head.
His heart nearly stopped from the shock.
The result of this shock was that he fell half a meter short of the Rooftop distance he had estimated to jump.
This half-meter was undoubtedly the difference between life and death for the Pompadour.
Falling from a height of over a hundred meters, let alone him, even an iron man would be smashed to pieces.
But he was already exhausted at this moment, and there was no point of leverage in mid-air.
The Pompadour's body fell directly downwards. Just as he was desperately grabbing forward with both hands, trying to find a point of leverage, a hand grabbed his wrist.
Tang Song squatted down, holding the Pompadour's wrist, and examined the Sniper who had tried to assassinate him.
"Who sent you? Who is the employer?"
Facing Tang Song's questions, the Pompadour showed no fear of death. Instead, he reached for the Handgun behind his waist with his other hand.
Tang Song flicked his wrist lightly, and the Pompadour's hundred-plus jin body was sent swinging in a hundred and eighty degree arc like a pendulum.
The Handgun he had only half-pulled out fell directly from the height.
"A Transcendent!"
The Pompadour felt his body trembling and the Strength that a normal Human could not possibly possess possessed by the target. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.
The target of the Mission given by the Loom this time was a Transcendent. He should have been more prepared.
The Pompadour secretly cursed in his heart. He did not fear death; what he worried about was failing to complete the Loom's Death List.
Tang Song watched the changes in the Pompadour's facial expression. He didn't sense fear from the Pompadour.
Someone not afraid of death?
"Look up!"
Tang Song's voice reached the Pompadour's ears. He instinctively raised his head. The moment he saw Tang Song's eyes, a wave of drowsiness immediately washed over him.
"Brotherhood of Assassins!"
Having obtained the information he wanted, Tang Song casually released his grip, letting the Pompadour fall from the height.
The Brotherhood of Assassins, an ancient assassin organization with a long heritage, is a group of assassins with faith, believing in the Goddess of Destiny. It is said that the Holy Relic of the Goddess of Destiny, the Loom, is enshrined within the organization.
Every so often, this Loom weaves a person's name. In the understanding of these assassins, this person will endanger world security in the future.
Therefore, these assassins will directly kill the person according to the list provided by the Holy Relic.
"Sloan!"
Tang Song muttered the name, stood up, and stepped away from the Rooftop railing.
At this moment, a noisy commotion erupted downstairs.
...
In an old textile company factory building, a black elder leaned his hands on the railing, looking down at everything in the factory.
Butchers were slaughtering and cutting Pork, holding sharp butcher knives in their hands, deboning and chopping meat decisively and cleanly.
Pieces of Pork were neatly cut and hung on iron hooks nearby.
The butcher was fast at slaughtering pigs and cutting meat; he was equally fast at killing people. His close combat ability and knife skills could rank among the top three in the entire Brotherhood of Assassins.
In the shooting range, a middle-aged man wearing a cowboy hat held two Handguns and was training several novice Gunmen.
Firing with both hands, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, the speed of the moving targets opposite was set to maximum. The middle-aged man emptied the magazines of both guns in one go.
When the moving targets stopped, on the humanoid targets, there were only two areas with dense Bullet holes, like a beehive: one was the head, and the other was the left chest.
His marksmanship was fast and accurate. The novices beside him all looked at the middle-aged man with admiration.
However, the black elder on the second floor sighed.
He knew deeply what truly powerful marksmanship was like in the entire Brotherhood of Assassins. Unfortunately, the person with that kind of marksmanship had betrayed the Brotherhood of Assassins.
Sloan raised his head, looking at the Secret Room where the Holy Loom was stored. His gaze held confusion, unwillingness, and greed.
Just then, his Mobile Phone suddenly rang.
Looking at the Phone Number, Sloan took the Mobile Phone and walked into his room.
"Your man is dead!"
The deep voice coming from the Mobile Phone made Sloan's expression stiffen.
"That was my most skilled Gunman?!" Sloan's words carried questioning and disbelief.
"Hehe! Your most skilled Gunman? Just now, he was thrown from the Rooftop by someone and is already a pulp. Do you want me to send you Photos?!"
Sloan was silent for a moment, veins bulging on the hand holding the Phone.
"I will return the money to you, Kingpin!"
"Return the money? I'm not short of money. What I want is for you to complete the Mission, Sloan. We are old friends. Are you scared? This isn't like your style. When has the famous Brotherhood of Assassins ever been afraid?"
Listening to Kingpin's mockery on the Phone, Sloan's eyes flashed with ferocity.
"I will return the Deposit to your Account. Our Brotherhood of Assassins will not interfere in this matter again. I think your High Table is not short of assassins!"
Without waiting for Kingpin to speak further, Sloan directly hung up the Mobile Phone.
Holding the Mobile Phone, Sloan's face was filled with anger. Ever since Cross betrayed the Brotherhood of Assassins, the Pompadour was one of his top assassins.
He was also one of the only two Gunmen under him who could compete with Cross. He didn't expect him to be killed on a simple Mission.
Now, the only one he could use was Fox.
Thinking of Cross, who had been opposing him everywhere after betraying the Brotherhood of Assassins, Sloan felt a headache.
Just then, the roar of a sports car sounded. Sloan walked out of the room and looked towards the factory entrance.
A flashy red Ferrari sports car drove into the factory area and parked to the side.
(End of Chapter)
The empty Rooftop, aside from some equipment and machinery, was deserted. There was no waiting helicopter, no zipline. The Pompadour walked to the edge of the Rooftop, looked at the other building opposite, which was at least forty to fifty meters away, and measured the distance with his thumb.
He took a deep breath, slowly retreated, all the way back to the edge of the Rooftop on the other side of the building.
Tightening the guitar case on his back, the Pompadour began to change his breathing frequency.
Thump, thump, thump, thump... after twenty-odd seconds, the Pompadour's heart rate accelerated, and his face turned red.
He scuffed his leather shoe on the ground and sprinted towards the Rooftop on the other side. Just as he was about to reach the edge of the Rooftop, he forcefully stomped his leather shoe on the Rooftop steps and leaped into the air towards the Rooftop of the other tall building.
His powerful heart's blood supply gave the Pompadour inhuman explosive Strength. He leaped across the distance of over forty meters.
Just as he was about to successfully leap onto the Rooftop of the other tall building, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
Wearing a T-shirt and casual pants, with his hands in his pockets, he stood at the edge of the Rooftop, looking at the scenery.
The Pompadour looked at the familiar face of the target, and a chill ran down his spine to the top of his head.
His heart nearly stopped from the shock.
The result of this shock was that he fell half a meter short of the Rooftop distance he had estimated to jump.
This half-meter was undoubtedly the difference between life and death for the Pompadour.
Falling from a height of over a hundred meters, let alone him, even an iron man would be smashed to pieces.
But he was already exhausted at this moment, and there was no point of leverage in mid-air.
The Pompadour's body fell directly downwards. Just as he was desperately grabbing forward with both hands, trying to find a point of leverage, a hand grabbed his wrist.
Tang Song squatted down, holding the Pompadour's wrist, and examined the Sniper who had tried to assassinate him.
"Who sent you? Who is the employer?"
Facing Tang Song's questions, the Pompadour showed no fear of death. Instead, he reached for the Handgun behind his waist with his other hand.
Tang Song flicked his wrist lightly, and the Pompadour's hundred-plus jin body was sent swinging in a hundred and eighty degree arc like a pendulum.
The Handgun he had only half-pulled out fell directly from the height.
"A Transcendent!"
The Pompadour felt his body trembling and the Strength that a normal Human could not possibly possess possessed by the target. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.
The target of the Mission given by the Loom this time was a Transcendent. He should have been more prepared.
The Pompadour secretly cursed in his heart. He did not fear death; what he worried about was failing to complete the Loom's Death List.
Tang Song watched the changes in the Pompadour's facial expression. He didn't sense fear from the Pompadour.
Someone not afraid of death?
"Look up!"
Tang Song's voice reached the Pompadour's ears. He instinctively raised his head. The moment he saw Tang Song's eyes, a wave of drowsiness immediately washed over him.
"Brotherhood of Assassins!"
Having obtained the information he wanted, Tang Song casually released his grip, letting the Pompadour fall from the height.
The Brotherhood of Assassins, an ancient assassin organization with a long heritage, is a group of assassins with faith, believing in the Goddess of Destiny. It is said that the Holy Relic of the Goddess of Destiny, the Loom, is enshrined within the organization.
Every so often, this Loom weaves a person's name. In the understanding of these assassins, this person will endanger world security in the future.
Therefore, these assassins will directly kill the person according to the list provided by the Holy Relic.
"Sloan!"
Tang Song muttered the name, stood up, and stepped away from the Rooftop railing.
At this moment, a noisy commotion erupted downstairs.
...
In an old textile company factory building, a black elder leaned his hands on the railing, looking down at everything in the factory.
Butchers were slaughtering and cutting Pork, holding sharp butcher knives in their hands, deboning and chopping meat decisively and cleanly.
Pieces of Pork were neatly cut and hung on iron hooks nearby.
The butcher was fast at slaughtering pigs and cutting meat; he was equally fast at killing people. His close combat ability and knife skills could rank among the top three in the entire Brotherhood of Assassins.
In the shooting range, a middle-aged man wearing a cowboy hat held two Handguns and was training several novice Gunmen.
Firing with both hands, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, the speed of the moving targets opposite was set to maximum. The middle-aged man emptied the magazines of both guns in one go.
When the moving targets stopped, on the humanoid targets, there were only two areas with dense Bullet holes, like a beehive: one was the head, and the other was the left chest.
His marksmanship was fast and accurate. The novices beside him all looked at the middle-aged man with admiration.
However, the black elder on the second floor sighed.
He knew deeply what truly powerful marksmanship was like in the entire Brotherhood of Assassins. Unfortunately, the person with that kind of marksmanship had betrayed the Brotherhood of Assassins.
Sloan raised his head, looking at the Secret Room where the Holy Loom was stored. His gaze held confusion, unwillingness, and greed.
Just then, his Mobile Phone suddenly rang.
Looking at the Phone Number, Sloan took the Mobile Phone and walked into his room.
"Your man is dead!"
The deep voice coming from the Mobile Phone made Sloan's expression stiffen.
"That was my most skilled Gunman?!" Sloan's words carried questioning and disbelief.
"Hehe! Your most skilled Gunman? Just now, he was thrown from the Rooftop by someone and is already a pulp. Do you want me to send you Photos?!"
Sloan was silent for a moment, veins bulging on the hand holding the Phone.
"I will return the money to you, Kingpin!"
"Return the money? I'm not short of money. What I want is for you to complete the Mission, Sloan. We are old friends. Are you scared? This isn't like your style. When has the famous Brotherhood of Assassins ever been afraid?"
Listening to Kingpin's mockery on the Phone, Sloan's eyes flashed with ferocity.
"I will return the Deposit to your Account. Our Brotherhood of Assassins will not interfere in this matter again. I think your High Table is not short of assassins!"
Without waiting for Kingpin to speak further, Sloan directly hung up the Mobile Phone.
Holding the Mobile Phone, Sloan's face was filled with anger. Ever since Cross betrayed the Brotherhood of Assassins, the Pompadour was one of his top assassins.
He was also one of the only two Gunmen under him who could compete with Cross. He didn't expect him to be killed on a simple Mission.
Now, the only one he could use was Fox.
Thinking of Cross, who had been opposing him everywhere after betraying the Brotherhood of Assassins, Sloan felt a headache.
Just then, the roar of a sports car sounded. Sloan walked out of the room and looked towards the factory entrance.
A flashy red Ferrari sports car drove into the factory area and parked to the side.
(End of Chapter)
