This time, he hid the mission from the New York General Bureau and only used the police force of the district bureau to arrange it.
He was worried that he would be noticed, but in fact, he had already been noticed by someone who was interested.
"George, you are so brave, give me right now--!"
"Hello... hello... hello, who are you... The signal here is not good, hang up now!" George, who was serious and serious, also made a rare prank.
Just as George rushed over with his people, a group of vicious guys jumped out of the building.
The scarred-faced, red-haired burly man at the head did not look like a good person at first glance.
"It's Kingpin's person!" George narrowed his eyes.
"No, I know that red-haired sergeant. He is a leader of the original Russian Black Hand, named Richard Pochsky, nicknamed "Red Monkey"!"
"Damn it! That guy Kingpin really recruited branches of Triad, Yakuza and Russian Black Hand to help him build a comprehensive criminal empire!" George looked cold and greeted, "Everyone, be careful, be ready to attack at any time..."
Before he could finish speaking, a group of people running out from the opposite side raised their guns and charged towards them.
The other side is all awesome machine guns.
Most of the police officers here have pistols and some shotguns, which are no match.
"Hide!"
The police officers were momentarily at a disadvantage, but fortunately they had police cars that could serve as cover.
The Red Monkey men on the opposite side seemed to be going crazy. The machine guns were firing at a desperate pace, but they didn't want to fight. There was a strong sense of fear on their faces. They didn't know what they saw. At this moment, they just wanted to escape!
"Damn it, how come there is a note?"
"Ahhhhhhhhhh--go to hell!"
"Brothers, rush out with me!"
The firepower from the opposite side was too strong, and the George side was so suppressed that they couldn't even lift their heads.
At this moment, the sound of a violently roaring locomotive came from far away.
What catches the eye is a motorcycle burning Black Flame.
After seeing the figure on the motorcycle clearly, a police officer was dumbfounded on the spot. "Oh, it's Black Flame Reaper!"
"What Grim Reaper?"
"It's the video that caused so much trouble online last time... that... that...Black Flame Reaper... sickle hook... soul-hooking video! You said it was fake... and you still scolded us." The police officer hid behind the car and lowered his head to hide it, while explaining tremblingly.
I don't know if I was frightened by the crazy firepower of Russian Black Hand on the opposite side, or if I was frightened by "Black Flame Reaper".
"Oh, I remembered, this is what happened."
George One shot to the head of the Black Headed Crotch member, and you can hide in the police car bunker.
Last time, he did treat the video as a special effect. Even if it was a guy with special abilities, but... how could the soul be filmed? However, after seeing Kino the night before yesterday, he was no longer so materialistic.
"What's his name?" George asked while changing the magazine.
"The Internet named him "Black Flame Reaper"!"
"Do you think he is a friend or an enemy?" After changing the magazine, George appeared again and started shooting quickly.
He can't control the "god" thing, but he can control the black crotch across from him!
"I think... he's here to hook the soul." The police officer said tremblingly.
With so many people dead, there will definitely be N number of souls floating out. As "Black Flame Reaper", is there any reason why the souls should not be collected?
"So... do you want your soul to be hooked, or do you want the enemy to be hooked away?" George asked.
"Of course it belongs to the enemy!"
"Do you think the number of souls he hooks every time... is there a certain amount, and will he be full?"
After the police officer was stunned for a moment, he quickly drew his gun and started shooting.
Yes!
If there is a quantity of souls hooked each time, then... the souls of those dead Heishoucrotch are enough for Grim Reaper to eat? If there is not enough food, wouldn't it be necessary to use theirs to make up for it?
Damn you, fellow Daoist who is a poor Daoist but is not worthy of death!
It's better to burp your enemy than die yourself!
The people who came were naturally "Headless Horseman" Galina·Dubois. The motorcycle roared and crashed into the Heishoucrotch camp.
At this time, Galina·Dubois was also discovered on the other side of the black head.
"Damn it, you're pretending!"
"Die to me--"
Chug tug tug!
Red Monkey Zi went crazy, raised his submachine gun and burst into flames.
"!"
The motorcycle drew a perfect arc and crashed into the black-headed crotch camp. Galina·Dubois waved the sickle in his right hand, chopping and harvesting quickly, like chopping melons and vegetables.
Wherever the sickle cuts through, no one will be able to stand.
They all rushed to the street.
Now there was no pressure on George's side. Everyone stared at the scene in front of them with their eyes wide open... a scene that shattered their three views, five senses, and world view.
The huge black scythe slashed through, and each soul was cut out without any suspense, and then let out a shrill wailing sound... little by little, they were sucked into the scythe and disappeared without a trace.
Click!
"Asshole, who is taking pictures!" George turned around and cursed.
In just a short while, the black-headed man No. 70 had been knocked down by Galina·Dubois, leaving only the leader Red Monkey.
"Ahhhhhhh--go to hell, go to hell, go to hell!"
Red Monkey has gone crazy, and the submachine gun can't stop firing. After the magazine is finished, he changes another magazine and continues to fire towards Galina·Dubois.
However--
The bullet hit the opponent's body, but did not cause any real damage. Headless Horseman has no soul, and her "body" was tempered by the "fire of Black Dragon" into a magical creation. Her body is like a small black hole, which can absorb physical attacks from the outside world.
Because Black Flame does not have combustion characteristics, so--
Behind him, bullets were spit out from the burning Black Flame on the ground.
"Ahhhhhhh-why, why?"
"Why can't you die!"
"Why--"
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Bang!
The bullet hit the yellow helmet of Galina·Dubois, and the helmet flew away, and then - Red Monkey was dumbfounded.
A group of police officers on the opposite side were also dumbfounded.
Mist grass has no head.
Feelings are not Black Flame Reaper, but Headless Horseman!
There was a flashlight flashing next to him. George turned around and grabbed the phone, and cursed angrily, "What time has it been? You guys are still recording your moods. Put your phones away. Otherwise, go back and wash the toilet one by one!"
"Uh..."
The police officers who wanted to take pictures immediately put their phones back in their trouser pockets.
"Anyway! If today's incident is spread, every one of you... go and clean the toilet for me!"
"Yes... sir!"
"One month!"
"Yes, sir!" the police officers shouted.
After discovering that the other party had no head, Red Monkey threw away the submachine gun with a clang and stared blankly at the approaching headless woman. "You... you... what on earth... are you?"
"The devil from Hell!"
Saying that, Galina·Dubois raised the sickle high and chopped it down hard.
The sickle blade took away the soul of Red Monkey...