Sweep

Before long, Irish Mob members hidden throughout the building quickly gathered together.

At the same time, Finn Cooley immediately notified the members nearby, ordering everyone to converge here.

He had no intention of calling the police.

As gangsters, if someone broke in and they called the police instead of figuring out how to deal with the enemy—

Then the Irish Mob would have no standing left in Hell's Kitchen.

Finn Cooley sat steadily on the sofa, his face cold, with a pistol placed at hand.

He wondered what kind of people would dare attack Irish Mob headquarters at a time like this.

Did they really think the Irish Mob could be pushed around by anyone?

Downstairs, gunfire erupted.

As time passed, Finn Cooley's expression changed.

The fight still wasn't over?

What about the intel? Why hadn't anyone reported back?

All of it left him feeling somewhat uneasy.

"Go down and take a look."

After waiting more than ten minutes, Finn Cooley finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke to his most trusted subordinate.

The burly man nodded and stood up.

Just then—

Boom!

An explosion rang out, seeming to come from somewhere not far away.

"They're coming up?"

Finn Cooley's expression changed drastically.

How could they be so fast?

His face darkened and shifted. Before anyone could head out, he said directly, "I'll go too."

With that, he rose to his feet and took the lead.

As for danger—

Finn Cooley hadn't risen to this position with sweet talk.

Downstairs, not far from them—

Frank watched Tyrant plow through the enemies, his face full of astonishment.

Yes, plow through!

The big guy was completely unafraid of bullets, and the vast amount of heavy weaponry equipped on him posed no burden at all.

Even if enemies tried to get close, his terrifying strength would immediately show everyone just how horrifying it truly was.

Frank had seen it with his own eyes: a gang member hid in the shadows and, when that hulking figure drew near, slashed at him with a knife.

The slash landed, but bullets couldn't kill Tyrant, let alone a knife.

Tyrant grabbed the man with a backhanded motion and gave a light squeeze. The man's neck shattered instantly.

That kind of terrifying strength—

Even made Frank's brow twitch.

Too terrifying.

He had a thousand ways to kill an enemy who got close to him.

But he had never even considered such a crude method.

Crushing someone's neck with one hand was even beyond his imagination.

The human body wasn't that fragile.

"No wonder the boss is so confident. With this guy here, as long as the Irish Mob doesn't bring out heavy weapons, they won't be able to stop us."

He glanced at Noah Allen, who had fallen behind, and felt deeply shaken.

Even for him, facing something like this made him feel utterly powerless.

Noticing Frank's gaze, Noah smiled.

"Tyrant is the company's latest research result.

"But it's still an unfinished product for now, so it needs to be kept confidential."

Frank nodded solemnly.

The name Tyrant was absolutely fitting!

This big guy's way of moving really was just like Tyrant's.

Brutal and savage, with the strength of a true king of slaughter.

He bulldozed his way forward, yet no one could stop Tyrant's advance in the slightest.

Some quick-witted ones tried to hide.

But with Frank there, such thoughts could only remain a futile wish.

In front of Frank, how could people who had never even been on a battlefield possibly hide so easily?

"Let's go. Next floor."

They were about to reach the top floor. If nothing unexpected happened, Finn Cooley should be upstairs.

The corner of Noah's mouth curled up, the frost in his eyes completely undisguised.

He had come today to kill.

He did not want to be a villain, but he would never allow anyone or any force that wanted to harm him—or even his family—to exist!

If this was darkness, then let him sink into that darkness.

At the corner upstairs, Finn Cooley's eyes brimmed with killing intent.

In front of him stood a group of gunmen.

Every one of them was equipped with automatic weapons.

At the very front, one man even had a rocket launcher slung over his shoulder.

This complete firepower gave Finn Cooley absolute confidence.

Outside, naturally, they could not bring out something like a rocket launcher.

But this was the Irish Mob's headquarters!

Not even Kingpin would have the guts to storm this place.

He wanted those invaders—and every gang force in Hell's Kitchen—to know

what would happen if they dared break into Irish Mob headquarters!

The next moment, amid heavy footsteps, a massive, muscular figure appeared around the corner.

"Open fire!"

Finn Cooley gave the order immediately.

Though that person looked somewhat strange, all he needed to do was kill him.

More than twenty automatic rifles began spewing muzzle flashes.

At the same time, the man carrying the rocket launcher pressed the firing button without hesitation.

"Boom!"

The explosion rang out.

Once the smoke and dust cleared, the lights of New York outside the building were revealed.

Unfortunately, their entire block had gone dark.

Seeing this, Finn Cooley gave a cold sneer.

No matter who the enemy was, there was no way they could survive that rocket.

But in the very next instant, those heavy footsteps rang out again, rapidly approaching.

They were incredibly heavy, like a tank charging at full speed.

Then he saw that enormous figure suddenly leap up from beneath the blown-apart staircase.

It jumped straight onto the upper floor.

Finn Cooley's pupils contracted slightly.

It was still alive.

How was that possible!

After the terrifying figure leaped up, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, killing several gunmen who stood too close in the blink of an eye.

The member who had fired the rocket was even tossed out through the hole like a chick.

This was more than ten stories up!

A look of horror appeared in Finn Cooley's eyes.

"Boss, don't worry. I'll deal with him."

"Be careful."

Seeing that it was his most capable subordinate speaking, he let out a breath of relief.

By now, he had already realized it.

That monster was indeed terrifying, but the rocket launchers had not been useless.

At this moment, nearly half of the monster's body had been blasted to pieces.

Though no one knew why it had not died, it was clearly no longer at its peak.

And this subordinate of his possessed equally terrifying strength.

The burly man grinned savagely and strode toward Tyrant.

"It's been a long time since I last met an opponent. You monster are just right.

Come on. Let's see who's stronger."

Finn Cooley, meanwhile, looked downstairs.

He had just received intelligence that there were three of them.

This monster was one. Where were the other two?

Finn Cooley shouted loudly:

"Come out! Since you dared to break into our Irish Mob, do you not even have the courage to show yourselves?!"

Before long, two people came upstairs.

When Finn Cooley saw them, surprise flashed in his eyes before his brows furrowed deeply.

"Noah Allen?"

Though he had never met Noah Allen in person, he had seen his photograph.

Noah looked calmly at Finn Cooley and said flatly:

"At last, we meet.

I've been looking forward to today for a long time."