Black Hand Over the Sky

Is Gin the only man of Antony's power to see this? Of course not! The capabilities Antoni has developed are far more sophisticated and practical than Gin meets the eye.

For example, while a signer like Gin can use only one of the signers' abilities at random, Antony can pick and choose. And he doesn't just pick abilities, he picks characteristics of the user.

For example, with Gin, Anthony can pick not only all of his killing skills, his ability to read, etc., but even Gin's hidden attribute, "criminal genius." The rest can't be enumerated, but Anthony's true abilities are more complicated than Gin meets the eye.

However, it seems that Antony's heart is really black when he even keeps secrets from his subordinates who are 100% loyal to the production of a system like Gin. But I can't help it, because Antony has always believed that a secret is a secret until one person knows it, and when two people know it, it's not a secret anymore.

The thing about mindfulness is on the right track, and it's a matter of continuing to develop it in depth, improving the quality of it, and using it. But it takes a long time to build in, so the focus of the next two Anthony in the world is to get a real place of their own.

"Gin, can we get another batch of outlaws here," Anthony asks, glancing at the two frightened bikers who have been left alive by Gin and are busily turning their heads to Gin.

These bikers are just fine for now, but if you're going to take them on a turf war, you're not going to be able to plug the teeth of your enemy. You should know that the real gangsters are desperados, and the elite of them are not even worse than the regular armies of some countries.

Gin shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Boss. We've already dealt with all the things we've brought with us that we can turn into cash. We don't have enough money left over to pay the outlaws."

"That would be a bit nerve-racking," Antonin said with a headache. It's hard to get anywhere without money. In the hunter's world, it's not exactly hard to get anywhere without it, but it's close. Not to mention that Anthony also needs to have a place of his own in this world, which requires a lot of money.

"Should we grab some?" 'suggested Gin.

Anthony thought for a moment. "It's not impossible, but who you want to rob, that must be carefully considered."

Although the Hunter world is full of lawless criminal groups like the Phantom Brigade, and the existence of gangsters whose influence can be compared to the power of the state, the world is also quite a few powerful people who like to meddles.For example, one of the 12 branches of the Hunter Society is a crime hunter who likes to deal with criminals. If you are not careful, Anthony and they can easily take on the identity of wanted criminals, and then it is really more than worth the loss.

"Understood," said Anthony.

Night, in any world, is the best cover for evil, especially in a city like Youkxin, which is completely run by the mob.

At night, on a high ground, Antony, wearing a black cloak and a mask over his face, looks out into the distance with a telescope and asks, "Is the news accurate?"

"It should be all right, I've already proved it, even with fear gas," replied Anthony, dressed like Gin, as he examined the gun in his hand.

"Well," Anthony nodded. "Did the source clean it up?"

"It's all done, and no one will ever find out," Gin replied.

"Boss, they're coming," a phone call came in. Gin nodded and faintly acknowledged it, then hung up and reported to Anthony Wire: "Boss, Vodka reports the target has arrived."

"Is that right? Then begin! Remember, make sure you don't leave any! I don't want to be targeted by the Gangsters, "Anthony instructed.

'Got it.'

Yes, Anthony's target this time was no less than the Gang Alliance. After a few days of research, Anthony found that the only relatively easy and low-risk project in the near future was the possession of a gang affiliated with the Gang Alliance.

The good news is that Gin has done this kind of thing countless times, and Anthony has some experience in this field, as long as there is no evidence, the Gangsters can only ignore.

The one who didn't look at the Hunters' Association is in the ground now, and the association hasn't found out? Of course, it could also be that the dead character was so insignificant that the Hunter's Association didn't make much effort to find out. But again, there's nothing like the behemoth of the Association in the Yakuza.

Soon, Anthony and Gin have a caravan in sight.

"Boss, they're in position," Gin tested, the press reported.

"Do it!"

Gin nodded, picked up the sniper rifle beside him and shot the car in front of him.

Bang! The bullets came in a flash, and the driver of that car was shot in the head with one shot.

'Who!

"An ambush!

'Alert!

　　...

The men responsible for transporting this shipment were all elite gangsters, in a way not inferior to the regular armies of some countries. They were suddenly attacked, but there was no confusion. They began to look for targets to return fire, and the cars behind them even began to backtrack, ready to evacuate the area first.

But how could it escape when it was already in the net? Gin's shot, in addition to killing the driver in charge of the road, is also a signal that vodka has begun to act.

Boom! There was a loud bang, and the flames filled with smoke! The vodka detonated the explosives that had already been planted, cutting them off.

"Motherfucker! The back road is cut off, it was premeditated!"

'Who was it? How many were there?"

"Don't know? How long until backup?"

'What? Unreachable! There's interference! Are you kidding me!"

"Quick! Out of the car! Team two to clean up! Team three, spread out. Find the enemy and kill them! Stand by, one solid vehicle!"

The back road is blocked, the front road doesn't look any better, communications are cut off, and the senior gang cadre in charge of the escort is angry but still orderly. He does seem to have merit in being named the commander of the operation.

But all this arrangement is in vain, because the opponent he faced and the opponent he faced in the past is not the same, responsible for the black eat black action plan planning and execution is the real high-tech criminal genius - gin.

Gin is responsible for shooting from a distance, while vodka, which has one-third of Gin's power, coordinates at close range on the ground. The net of fire is interwoven, and soon all the gang members are slaughtered.

"You... They... Yes... Who?" "Asked the senior gang official in charge of the escort, dying as he watched the gun-toting vodka approach.

Bang! One shot, vodka ignores his question and goes straight to his head. After checking around and finding that there are no living people, Vodka takes out the special anti-jamming communicator of the United States and reports: "Boss, they are all dead."

"Well, we'll be there in a minute, so you clean up your tracks, and each of you needs two more shots," the gin caller said.

'All right.'