In the dark night, a black figure was advancing rapidly.

Arkham is not quiet tonight. The gang members of the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce do not want to swallow the bitter pill of today's day. Now they are preparing to take revenge with blood and fire.

Not only did they plan to burn down the mayor's home, but they also planned to burn down the city hall and the arsenal behind it.

They want this idiot mayor to know who rules the entire central district.

Quincy quietly approached Los's home among the crowd. He was once a killer who fled to Arkham because he was wanted. Then he joined the Hand of Chaos by chance and witnessed the true power of this world.

The great Pope said that he had strong physical fitness and powerful talents far beyond those of normal people. After a series of arduous exercises and sacrifices, he finally became the superhuman he dreamed of.

He now possesses super strength and speed, as well as perception comparable to that of a beast and a pair of eyes that can see everything in the dark.

Using the Pope's rating system, he now has level 25 strength, and one person can easily destroy a hundred-man special forces unit.

Quincy is different from Heim. Quincy is a normal person in spirit. As a killer, he can use a variety of assassination and fighting methods. He is not like the crazy Heim who only knows how to rush forward mindlessly.

"That idiot Heim, even if he is dead, his existence will simply discredit our killer industry." Quincy thought to himself in the night, and casually took out grenades and firearms.

Although he has super strength, he still likes to use hot weapons such as firearms and grenades because these weapons are very effective when testing.

Hundreds of gang members carrying gasoline barrels and firearms gathered on Peabody Street. Suddenly everyone on the street had the good sense to leave and close the doors and windows of their homes.

Most of the lights in front of Los's house have now been turned off, leaving only the light in the study room still on.

So Quincy pulled off the bracelet, and with his arm filled with great power, he accurately smashed the window with the grenade in his hand and threw it in.

The shattered window didn't seem to disturb the person inside, but soon, something strange happened.

The grenade that was thrown into it did not explode?

Throwing this grenade into the study was like throwing a stone into the lake. Apart from a sound, there was nothing left.

"Sure enough." Quincy was not surprised by this situation.

If the opponent can kill Heim, it means that the opponent also has a superhuman of around level 20.

Dealing with a grenade is not a problem.

"Divide the troops into three groups, leaving 20 people to burn the place down. The remaining people, led by Paul, will burn down the city hall, and at the same time go and arrest the Daryl family." Quincy ordered.

"clear!"

Immediately, Paul left with seventy or eighty gang members.

Quincy directly ordered his men to throw the gasoline barrels into Los's yard.

He took out another grenade himself and prepared to set it off.

He is used to testing the depth of the opponent before taking action. This is what his experience as a killer tells him.

Under his gaze, a dozen gang members walked over carrying gasoline barrels. When they approached Los's courtyard wall, their bodies suddenly stiffened.

Then, as if bitten by a poisonous snake, these people dropped their gasoline cans and ran over in a panic.

"What happened!?" Quincy asked in a low voice.

At this time, these dozen gang members looked pale and frightened. They covered their ears with their hands and said, "That voice...that evil whisper...no...no! Don't let me hear it!"

Then they suddenly opened their mouths wide and their expressions were distorted. They ran wildly along the road, towards the north, and gradually disappeared into the night.

Seeing this scene, the remaining few people had frightened looks on their faces.

The scene just now... was really too scary and weird.

Quincy snorted coldly: "Pretend to be a ghost."

As he spoke, he threw the grenade out again, this time in Los's courtyard.

But just when he raised his hand, he suddenly felt like he was in a trance.

When he came to his senses, he found that the grenade in his hand was gone!

"What!?" Quincy's eyes suddenly tightened, and his body tensed up like a frightened cat. He jumped on the spot and jumped four meters away.

"Who!?" He instantly pulled out the dagger from his waist.

In the dark night, where he had just stood, there stood a handsome young man who looked a little decadent and melancholy.

"Hello, Mr. Killer." The young man smiled warmly.

Although this smile was full of hospitality and happiness, Quincy always felt a shudder when he saw the corners of his grinning lips.

"Los Arkham!?" Since Quincy is here to work, he naturally knows what the target looks like.

Ross smiled and nodded: "Since Mr. Killer is here, why don't you go in and have a chat, or have a cup of tea?"

Upon hearing this, Quincy asked in a low voice: "What do you think the killer is!?"

Ross raised his chin slightly and looked at the night sky, seemingly lost in thought.

"Good opportunity!"

Quincy seized the opportunity at this moment, waved his arm suddenly, and threw six or seven sharp objects in a row in an instant.

Los, who was meditating, knocked down all the daggers with a wave of his hand, and then slowly raised his head and said: "This Mr. Killer, casually interrupting other people's thinking is a very impolite behavior."

Listening to the tinkling sound of the dagger hitting the ground, Quincy suddenly felt a tremor. He had never missed a flying knife attack before. Even Heim could not dodge such a sudden attack.

What's more, this guy knocked down all the flying knives casually, which is completely different in nature.

At this time, Ross seemed to have figured it out and said to Quincy: "A good hand at giving away people's heads?"

"Then let's see if you have this ability!" Quincy had already felt at this time that this guy's power was definitely greater than his own, but now was not the time to show weakness.

Ross bent down and picked up the flying knives on the ground, and said in large quantities: "The technique of shooting flying knives is good, but it's a pity that you lack a vampire bloodline and you can smash me with Ledo."

"What vampire?" Quincy said and took out a throwing knife. Just as he hurriedly raised his hand...

Whoosh!

Lose waved his hand casually, and a cold light flashed through, directly piercing his head.

Quincy's eyes gradually widened at this time, full of disbelief.

He didn't even see clearly when Los raised his hand, it seemed that everything happened in that moment.

Seeing his unwillingness, Ross smiled and said, "Dear Mr. Killer, that's not how you use a flying knife!"
Chapter completed!