Blue and White Society Chapter 344: Assassin Rain

After solving several hidden assassinations, it was the last day to protect Haman, and Mo Poor waited for the Little Brotherhood's final counterattack.

Sure enough, at noon, when Mo Qiong and Haman were eating, there were people from outside to warn them.

"There are assassins!"

Mo Poor immediately opened his eagle eyes and asked, "Where are you hiding?"

"No...didn't hide! There are six assassins coming in through the main entrance!" Peripheral Xiaoying said in Mic.

"Huh?"

Mo Poor was stunned for a moment, standing on the upper floor of the palace and looking out the window, he saw six assassins standing in a row on the top of the 30-meter-high arch in the distance, covered in black robes...

At the same time, on the smooth white dome of the fasting temple on the left side of the palace, seven assassins slowly walked up, six black and one white.

There was a row of side halls on the right, and there was also the sound of fighting and fierce gunshots. Obviously, another team of assassins had already entered.

"Mo Poor, protect Haman." Lord Gou said through the communicator outside.

"How many assassins are there?" Mo Poor asked.

"I don't know, this time it's more unexpected!" Lord Gou said.

For a while, there were shouts all over the edge of the palace, which were the calls for help from the outer security personnel who had encountered the assassins.

"There are assassins here!"

"Ah!"

"Ask for support! Please..."

Through the window, Mo Poor even saw assassins jumping down from the sky, stabbing and killing two security guards who were standing too close as soon as they landed.

A white-clothed assassin killed two people on the ground, one rolled over, dodged bullets, swung three throwing knives and instantly killed three gunmen, stood up and rushed forward, and slashed one's neck as he passed by.

In less than two seconds, he killed six people.

"Boom!" Mo Poor stood at the window and finished him with a single shot.

At the same time, I saw the six assassins on the archway in the distance jumping down like dumplings, their robes were blown by the breeze, and their figures were vigorous.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..." Mo Poor fired six shots in a row.

The six assassins were headshot in mid-air, and those who fell to the ground were six corpses.

"What's going on? Are they giving it away?" Mo Poor asked.

This is no assassin, this is simply a fight!

Countless assassins attacked from all angles, killing anyone they saw, they were fighting with the Lanbai Society using this palace as a battlefield.

"Their purpose is to kill us!"

"Crazy... Killing eight hundred enemies, self-defeating one thousand, the little brothers are showing their dignity in this way, even if they can't complete the task, they will inflict us heavy damage, kill as many as they can, Let us feel the pain." Master Gou said in a deep voice.

With the strength of an assassin, if he attacked ordinary people, or even only targeted peripheral personnel, it would be like slaughtering chickens and dogs.

After Mo Poor shot a few visible assassins at the window, he found that many channels for help were silent.

The peripheral personnel suffered heavy losses, and the security forces hired by the Lanbai Society killed dozens of people in just half a minute.

Not to mention Haman's original bodyguards, they were almost wiped out.

However, Lord Gou, Nikita and others also killed a lot outside, and it is said that several teams have been killed.

"Are they ignoring the loss?" Mo Poor asked with an ugly face.

God Master said: "In their words...'Assassins also have dignity, and those who dare to block the assassin's blade must die." But usually it is revenge after the event, I didn't expect to kill it directly this time, see You've grown fat over the years!"

"Assemble now! Everyone assemble! Escort Harman to the racecourse!"

Mo Qiong said: "Understood."

Going to open land is the only option. If everyone gathers, there will be no chance for assassins to attack them one by one.

Except for the four members including Mo Poor, everyone else would die in front of the assassin.

The scattered places are to prevent the assassins from sneaking in. Fortunately, the assassins just stopped sneaking in. A large group of people came... killing wildly.

There is no need for the peripheral personnel to disperse, gather quickly, or they will all die if it is too late...

"Ah!"

At this time, there were also screams coming from the downstairs of the bedroom. Mo Poor protected Haman, and as soon as he reached the elevator, there was no movement.

He asked the peripheral personnel guarding various places, but no one responded.

It seems that everyone in the whole building is dead...

So much so that he now knows nothing about the assassins who invaded, how many came, and where they are, because everyone who knows is dead...

All monitoring facilities were destroyed, including power facilities.

Mo Poor held a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, and led Haman down the stairs with eagle eyes open.

As soon as I came down from the fourth floor to the third floor, there was a pungent smell of blood, and the corridor on the third floor was full of corpses.

Haman's servants and bodyguards fell in a pool of blood.

Mo Poor had just taken two steps when suddenly a corpse bounced up, and the Hidden Sword hit Mo Poor directly.

At the same time, the other two corpses in the distance suddenly raised their hands and shot arrows.

Mo Poor blocked in an instant, his gun hand shook wildly, and he swung three shots in a row, killing the three assassins on the spot.

"There must be..." This idea popped into Mo Poor's mind.

At the same time, he turned around and threw the gun at Haman who was behind him, while he jumped up lightly.

Boom!

He directly exploded the head of an assassin who touched Haman's back at some point.

"Get down on the ground, you are blocking my view!" Mo Poor said in a deep voice.

Haman got down on the ground again obediently, hugging Mo Poor's thigh tightly.

Mo Poor dragged him with one leg, exerted strength with the other leg, and ran wildly in the corridor.

Using the gun with his left hand, he fired a series of different shots, shooting all the corpses he saw again.

Using a sword in his right hand, he guarded against the assassins jumping out from various rooms.

But it didn't. Mo Poor was never attacked by assassins all the way to the first floor.

I saw him running to the first floor with Harman, and just about to go out, he saw a large group of assassins standing on the railing, dome and chandelier on the second floor.

Some of them were in black robes, some were in white robes, and they looked down on him in rows, and they fell from the sky at the same time, as if they had been waiting for a long time!

"Damn it! Let's make a surprise attack openly!" Mo Poor was stunned.

It seems that the assassins of the whole building are gathered here, jumping down together at this moment, covering the sky and covering the ground, with countless cold lights on their hands, and many sharp weapons flying out of the air, making people's scalps tingle.

This is Rain of Assassins!

Without saying a word, Mo Poor dragged Haman by one thigh and ran out the door.

At the same time, he also pulled out a pistol with his left hand, and shot towards the sky with both hands. The faces of these people kept flashing in his mind, and it didn't matter if some of them couldn't see the faces.

His hands were shaking wildly, he moved and shot, his legs were separated from the body and stepped on the air wall, and his body moved sideways and accelerated.

The muzzle of the gun sprayed flames, and countless blood burst out in the air, and no one could escape his bullets.

But there were too many. Mo Qiong killed more than two dozen, and it felt like he had only killed half of them, and he had no time to change the bullets.

Seeing that the assassin was approaching, the hairs all over Mo Poor's body exploded.

At the critical moment, he exhausted most of the sugar, condensed it into a huge air wall, and pushed it up fiercely.

Twenty or so assassins were blasted away and hit the dome again, but the air wall only existed for two seconds before it was declared broken.

Fortunately, he gained some time. He took the opportunity to distance himself, threw away the gun and held the stone plate, and a wooden armored swift rose from his arms.

The swift is like a flying sword, positioned by his gaze, it flies deftly, its sharp wings and beak cut through any enemy it sees.

"Hurry up!" Mo Poor's hand holding the stone plate twitched wildly.

For the control of the wooden armor, he only needs to do one thing, and that is to accelerate! accelerate! accelerate!

When the bullet is fired, it cannot be controlled, but the wooden armored beast can.

As long as the wooden armored beast controlled by the supernatural is within 30 meters, Mo Poor can fly wherever he wants it to fly, and can turn at any sharp angle at will.

Thinking sharply, constantly resetting and locking, the wooden armored swifts harvested like a whirlwind of knives in the air.

At this moment, the wooden armored swift's wings were trembling crazily, but its body sometimes flew horizontally, and sometimes turned on its own body... because sometimes the target Mo Poor designated did not match its orientation.

But whether it is flying horizontally, vertically, or hanging upside down.

Wooden Armored Swift is covered with weapons all over its body, and it can cut wantonly by slashing across it quickly.

A white-clothed assassin twisted in mid-air, and even made an unbelievable turn.

However, it was useless. The wooden armored swift flying horizontally in front of him suddenly dashed at a right angle, piercing his head forcefully.

In front of Mo Poor, everyone is equal. He didn't know how much better the white-clothed assassin was than the black-clothed assassin. Anyway, the four white-clothed assassins present were all given priority to kill.

In the end, all that fell were a rain of corpses and a few scattered black-clothed assassins who were still alive.

This is also the rain of assassins.

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