Gunfight Begins

Who does the Mayor think he is?

Heh.

Especially a Mayor who's about to be out of office.

Lake had come fully prepared this time. Besides the Special Operations Team outside, most of the police officers Lake brought with him were veterans who had accompanied him on several previous missions.

Especially the officers inside the room.

Putting everything else aside.

For these officers, if the Mayor and Lake both gave an order, Lake had a hundred percent guarantee they would back him up.

So.

As Lake finished speaking, two officers, armed with crowbars, stepped forward, ready to tear the Fate Textile Machine apart.

But...

At almost the exact moment Lake gave the order to move, someone else also gave the order to move.

Sloan!

Just as Lake had predicted, Sloan couldn't bear the thought of the unique Fate Textile Machine being dismantled. So, even with the Mayor present to support him, he still chose to act.

As the words fell, Fire Fox, Butcher, Apothecary, and Rat People moved instantly.

"Stand..."

"Bang!"

"Pow!"

"Pow!"

"Get back!"

The moment Fire Fox and the others moved, Lake shouted a warning to take cover, then quickly drew his gun and fired, hitting Butcher's right hand as he was attempting to hijack an officer and seize their weapon.

A scream.

Butcher's right palm was instantly pierced.

The next second.

Fire Fox and the others, as well as Sloan, darted out. Their weapons had been secretly confiscated during the search. Unarmed, even top assassins would fall before overwhelming firepower.

Not every assassin is John Wick!

Lake didn't stop Fire Fox and the others from escaping. The entire Textile Factory was already surrounded by the Special Operations Team. Any attempt to fight back now would be nothing more than a cornered beast's struggle.

Moreover.

Lake looked at the Mayor, who was trembling under his protection, having not expected such a turn of events. A smile crept onto his lips. "Mr. Mayor, it seems I've won my bet. You lost."

The Mayor trembled, completely losing any semblance of composure.

Lake tightened his grip on his earpiece. "Joe."

"Lake."

"Have Jack bring the team leaders up to escort the Mayor out. Make sure to surround the entire factory. Anyone with a gun, shoot them on sight."

"...Yes!"

After ending the conversation with Joe, Lake turned to look at the Fate Textile Machine behind him and gave a cold smile.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After three shots, the Fate Textile Machine was unharmed.

Lake's lips curved upwards. "Let the bullets fly for a while!"

As the words fell.

RUMBLE!

Three parts of the massive Fate Textile Machine in front of him exploded outwards, followed by a deafening roar as the entire Fate Textile Machine instantly disintegrated.

"You all stay here and protect Mr. Mayor!"

"Yes, sir!"

Lake gave instructions to the old colleagues in the room, then walked directly towards the door, stepping over Butcher, who was clutching his right hand and sweating profusely.

They were officers he trusted, so leaving them here was the right call. These men were fine against ordinary criminals, but against a group of assassins scattered and hiding everywhere, they were as good as dead.

Soon.

The moment Lake stepped out of the room and into the corridor.

With a bang!

A gunshot officially kicked off this gunfight.

"Ah!"

A scream came from a special operations member through the earpiece, followed by a sudden burst of gunfire, accompanied by countless screams and shouts.

That was happening in the lobby of the textile factory on the first floor.

Lake chuckled, looked up, and saw Factory Director Sloan, who had run to the third-floor corridor on the opposite side and was looking down at him.

"Hi!"

"..."

Lake smiled and waved at Sloan in the third-floor corridor opposite, mouthing, "I won!"

Sloan's face darkened. He snorted, gave Lake a deep look, and then turned and disappeared from Lake's sight.

Was he planning to run?

"Jack!"

"Here."

"Are there any special operations members arranged to wait in the sewers?"

"Yes."

"Good!"

Lake licked his lips, listening to the gunfire erupting around him.

The hunt had begun!

Inside the textile factory.

Bullets flew like a river. The Apothecary and the Rat People occupied the security room, firing fiercely at the special operations members preparing to advance into the lobby below.

Countless disabled employees in the lobby screamed, desperately trying to run outside.

Joe, wearing body armor, leaned against the wall, watching the disabled employees run out one after another.

Just then.

Joe's eyes lit up. He shouted at Sable, the female assassin mixed among the crowd, who was not inferior in appearance to Fire Fox, "Stop!"

Sable, whose appearance was no less striking than Fire Fox's, immediately opened fire.

"Bang!"

After raising her gun, Sable fired two bullets that hit two officers who had noticed her, and then she ducked back into the textile factory.

"Ah!"

Joe got up from the ground, looked down at the bullets embedded in his body armor, and cursed, "Lake, a female assassin is heading your way."

Lake said, "Guard the door. I don't want a single fly to get out."

Joe pried the bullets from his body armor. "Understood!"

At that moment, Lake also saw Sable returning to the factory interior.

Face to face.

The corners of Lake's mouth turned up. "You don't seem as pretty as Fire Fox!"

This was mockery.

And the greatest mockery towards a woman!

Sable's eyes widened. She powerfully kicked her right foot towards Lake.

Bang!

Lake blocked with both hands, then tilted his head to look at Sable. "Planning to throw yourself into my arms?"

Sable snorted, used the force to leap into the air, twisted fiercely in mid-air, trying to bring Lake down.

Unfortunately.

Lake wasn't raised on soft food.

And...

He had no inclination to cherish flowers, at least not towards women who dared to attack him or wanted to kill him.

"Bang!"

Lake drew his gun like lightning and fired instantly.

Sable's eyes widened.

With a bang.

When Sable landed on the ground in mid-air, she had already been shot in the forehead, dead as dead could be.

Heh.

Lake looked down at the dead Sable, licking his lips.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Lake looked up, flicked his wrist, and shot down the bullet aimed at him in mid-air. He then flicked his wrist again, firing at the Tiger that appeared in the opposite corridor, another assassin.

The Tiger, momentarily stunned as another bullet curved towards him, quickly drew his gun and fired back.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In an instant, the sound of two bullets colliding and falling in the middle of their flight was incessant.

A smile curved Lake's lips.

Movies might not consider the capacity of a handgun, but this was reality, and it was something to consider.

Click!

A crisp sound rang out. The Tiger narrowed his eyes, and while dodging another bullet from Lake, he quickly changed his magazine.

Too bad.

Lake didn't need to reload.

Bang!

He fired a bullet with a perfectly standard arc. The bullet whistled through the air, tracing its curve, and with a 'bang,' it entered the Tiger's left temple and exited the right.

With a thud.

Leaning against the support pillar, the Tiger, who had just finished reloading, toppled over to the side.

He couldn't be more dead.