Bang, bang, bang!
Allen rolled clear of the blast with ease and launched a lethal counterattack against the Broker's men before him.
His revolver fired repeatedly, each shot claiming a player's life.
No matter how the players dodged or defended themselves, it was useless.
The bullets fired from that revolver could not only identify enemies, but also possessed an exceptionally powerful armor-piercing effect.
More importantly, there was Allen's reloading speed!
Amid the uninterrupted gunfire, Allen's left hand flashed, leaving afterimages, and the revolver's cylinder was full again. There was not even a perceptible pause.
He was almost single-handedly suppressing an entire team.
And he kept creating openings for his companions.
"That damned bastard!"
Standing atop a tall building, Sandy cursed under his breath.
Although these players who had signed contracts were "bait" he had sent out on his boss the Broker's orders, they were still his men.
Ultimately, they represented a considerable fortune. With a little training, they could bolster his team. Letting them be slaughtered like this was such a waste.
Still, Sandy would never dare blame his boss for this.
He could only blame that lunatic Allen.
Ever since their first meeting, he had been convinced Allen was insane.
Why else would someone challenge a twenty-man team alone?
What infuriated him even more was that the lunatic had actually succeeded.
And that success had only made the lunatic more terrifying.
At their first encounter, Allen had relied on a series of elaborate setups to wipe out Sandy's second-string team. After that, however, even the first-string teams were no match for him, let alone the second-string ones. Especially after successfully robbing the Secret Market, the lunatic had taken on his boss's elite troops head-on.
He had even sent those elite troops fleeing in disgrace.
If his boss had not