Ireland's End

At Noah's voice, Tyrant stopped attacking.

Glancing at the monster that had ceased its assault, Finn Cooley also ordered his men to fall back.

In just over ten seconds, nearly half of his men had already died.

Not to mention the men downstairs.

The ones here were the true elite under his command.

After this battle, the Irish Mob's strength had already been greatly diminished.

Though he wanted to kill these people, he had no absolute confidence at the moment.

Even though that monster was badly wounded, no one dared underestimate it.

"You probably never expected we'd meet in a place like this."

Noah said with a smile.

There were quite a few gunmen in front of him.

But he wasn't stupid. He stayed at Tyrant's side.

Tyrant's massive body was enough to shield him from the gunmen's bullets.

And he could retreat at any time.

"I truly didn't expect this. If I'd known, I should have killed you much earlier."

Finn Cooley nodded, speaking with some regret.

In truth, he was already considering giving up.

For gangsters like them, profit was eternal.

Once he realized Noah Allen was not someone he could easily touch, he had stopped planning to make a move.

Compared to the price he might have to pay after assassinating Noah Allen, the gains were simply too small.

After saying that, Finn Cooley continued, "How about we stop here?

While I did cause you trouble before, the truth is that you've caused us even more trouble.

The matter of Mar Company could even become the basis for our cooperation.

Even Toran, who has a conflict with you—I can take care of him as well."

Noah chuckled.

"That sounds pretty good. Not only would I lose an enemy, I'd also gain a friend."

Finn Cooley grinned.

"Of course. We have an excellent foundation for cooperation, don't we?"

At the same time, where no one could see, he lightly waved his hand.

A gunman in the crowd quietly took a few steps back.

He was looking for an angle.

As long as he could get a clear shot at Noah Allen, he was confident he could kill him in one strike.

Finn Cooley smiled as he chatted with Noah.

He felt that victory was already in his grasp.

Whether they cooperated or fought, he would hold the advantage.

What he failed to notice was that Noah had also signaled Frank.

He had come here today to wipe out the Irish Mob.

How could he possibly cooperate with them?

The next moment, Noah suddenly roared.

"Kill!"

Tyrant instantly raised the Gatling gun in his hands.

Normally, no human could wield such a terrifying weapon.

But in Tyrant's hands, this heavy weapon, originally meant only for mounting on vehicles, unleashed its terrifying power.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and screams rang out without end.

Finn Cooley's expression changed drastically. Without a second thought, he retreated.

Exposed to this kind of heavy firepower, no one could survive.

This was Noah's true objective.

Finn Cooley believed that dragging things out would benefit him.

But he had no idea that Tyrant's true terror had never been his immense strength or immortality.

It was the various heavy weapons mounted on him, weapons humans could never wield!

Once the distance opened up, it became a slaughter.

Under the spewing flames, more than half of Finn Cooley's men were killed or wounded in an instant.

Trying to leave now? How could they possibly get away?

"Fight our way back! Getting close is our only hope!"

Finn Cooley roared.

With that, he took the lead and charged back.

At a time like this, he could not retreat!

Retreating meant certain death.

His target was Noah Allen.

He could tell that that hulking brute was no ordinary human.

Thinking of Noah Allen's profession, he knew this was probably a biological weapon created by the other side.

As long as he could take down Noah Allen, that hulking brute would naturally cease to be a problem.

At the same time, the big man under his command began his charge.

His terrifying explosive power even brought a look of surprise to Noah's face.

That speed was even greater than Frank's.

Noah could tell at a glance.

This was an ordinary person, someone who had not undergone any modifications.

Just some random gang member possessed such terrifying explosive power.

It seemed he had underestimated this world.

But would it matter?

That man's target was not him, but Tyrant.

Clearly, he intended to buy Finn Cooley time—or perhaps simply take Tyrant out.

But...

How naive!

Noah sneered.

As the big man approached Tyrant, Tyrant immediately stopped firing.

He reached out and grabbed at the man.

But the big man sneered. Rather than dodge, he threw a punch.

He clearly intended to clash with Tyrant head-on.

The next moment, as the two made contact, the big man's expression changed drastically.

The strength he had always been so proud of proved utterly useless before this hulking brute, and he was instantly overwhelmed!

Not only that, he even heard the sound of bones cracking in his arm.

Before he could react, Tyrant suddenly exerted force and, with a swish, flung him away, smashing him straight into the wall.

"Pfft—"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

The big man's face was filled with disbelief.

What kind of monster was this?

The next moment, Tyrant charged toward him.

A trace of despair appeared in his eyes.

Naturally, Finn Cooley noticed what was happening over there as well.

Even as he was horrified, he became even more frantic.

If he did not take down Noah Allen, he would undoubtedly die.

But just as he drew close, Noah looked at Frank.

Frank nodded without saying a word, drew his ballistic knife, and went to meet them.

"Get out of my way!"

Finn Cooley roared.

There were also two gunmen beside him.

But Frank faced all three alone, without the slightest fear.

As soon as the two sides closed in, Frank displayed his terrifying fighting ability.

In the blink of an eye, one of the gunmen had his throat slit by Frank's blade.

Noah watched from behind.

He watched Finn Cooley's expression grow increasingly desperate.

Only after Tyrant crushed the big man's chest beneath one foot, and Frank's blade pierced Finn Cooley's chest, did Noah stroll over.

"Unfortunately, I forgot to tell you.

You shouldn't have provoked me. I'm a legitimate businessman. Generally speaking, I don't like hurting people."

Finn Cooley's eyes were filled with unwillingness and rage.

A legitimate businessman?

Not even a ghost would believe that!

Unfortunately, he could no longer say anything.

With the battle resolved, Noah said:

"Let's go. We've dragged this out for too long. The police are probably almost here."

As he spoke, Noah looked around with a hint of regret.

He had grown used to sweeping through gangs.

A major gang like the Irish Mob was bound to have plenty of valuables.

Unfortunately, he did not have the time.

Seeing his boss's calm expression, Frank's heart skipped a beat.

He was too calm.

Perhaps his own intervention today had truly been unnecessary.

If nothing else, the fact that Noah had not shown the slightest fear throughout proved that his boss still had other methods he had not used.

Soon, a black van sped away in a cloud of dust.

A few minutes later.

George Stacy arrived with a large number of police cars.

After surveying the scene, George Stacy's face darkened.

The Irish Mob was gone!

He did not care whether those scum lived or died.

But one of Hell's Kitchen's top gangs had had its headquarters directly overrun. The shockwaves this would cause were more terrifying than anything else.

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