Chapter 854 The New York Hand Association, Destroy!

"Marvel's I Can Control Metal ()"

Including the silver-medal killer who was driving, although he didn't look back, he had already guessed something through the movements around him.

His face turned pale, and the accelerator under his feet stepped down for a few minutes.

'Om...'

The car that had been traveling at a high speed had now run with full horsepower.

The man sitting in the passenger seat asked with a slightly trembling voice. "Boss, how many of our twenty-five strongholds in New York are left."

Madam Gao threw the communication device aside with a gloomy expression on her face.

"There are three more, Manhattan and Brooklyn."

The light spots that were originally lit up densely, now there are only three small light spots standing in place.

But it made Mrs. Gao feel cold.

Even if those three strongholds still existed, they would not dare to go there at all.

Who can guarantee that they have only found twenty-two bases, in case they want to deceive themselves into the net like this.

No one can say for sure.

As a result, almost all of the achievements that Mrs. Gao had built in New York for many years of the Hand Association branch were destroyed.

"Contact all the remaining killers, give up the task at hand, and plan to meet at the seventy-fourth point."

Mrs. Gao said coldly.

The silver medal sitting in front was immediately connected through a secret communication device.

The minimalist communication device makes its signal not alert at all, and the transmitted information, even if it is captured, others do not know what it means.

As soon as the front of the car dropped, it drove towards the number seventy-four that Mrs. Gao said.

It was an underground bar, not a stronghold of the Hand Association. Even this bar was relatively famous, and every night was a sleepless night.

Next to the bar is their No. 74 point, and the entrance is in the bar.

With the help of the huge flow of people there and the disguise skills of the killers, others can't find the abnormality at all.

After a while, the silver-medal killer in the co-pilot said with an ugly expression, "There are only thirteen ordinary ones, and two silver medals. One gold medal, and the rest have not responded."

For the members of the Hand, if there is no reply, it can almost be equated with death.

In this way, the New York Chapter, which originally had thousands of members, only had two or three kittens left.

And of the five gold-medal killers originally hidden in New York, only the last one remained.

The power of the Hand, of course, unlike what Natasha said, there are only ten gold-medal killers in the entire organization.

On a global scale, there are more than 20 people in the Hand Union organization who can be called gold medals.

Four people were brought to New York by Mrs. Gao, and another person happened to come to New York and accepted Mrs. Gao's task, so he stayed temporarily.

What they did not expect was that in just a few minutes, the New York Hand Society was almost completely destroyed.

Mrs. Gao still recalled the little figure that rushed out of the base, and disappeared in a flash.

A person who can have such a speed can even quickly shuttle between multiple strongholds. In this way, Mrs. Gao can almost confirm that this person has the ability to teleport.

Mrs. Gao has seen a person with such abilities. The person lost his eyes, but he was able to travel through space, and even the unfolded energy shield could take two people to travel together.

Although she doesn't know things, she can perceive it more clearly, but Madam Gao has only seen such a person once.

But this time, Mrs. Gao was almost certain that the soaring little figure also possessed such abilities.

The bases were destroyed in such a regular order, and there was no time for feedback, unless the missiles directly bombed the stronghold.

Otherwise, even the army would not be so fast, it must be that one person who did it.

If you can target the Hand in this way, then this person must have had a relationship with the Hand.

During the recent mission, Mrs. Gao silently recalled in her heart.

"Assassination of President Michael, he will not have such a circle."

"Assassination of the chairman of the Leiden Group, no, no."

"Irving of Wall Street?"

"Or, the thing about the Black Prison Group?"

Mrs. Gao turned several tasks in her mind, and finally set her sights on the Black Prison Group.

Because, this is also the only one of all tasks that is close to those with supernatural abilities.

But this time I just went to investigate the situation of a member of the black prison, and the result was nothing.

It is definitely not a small black prison organization that can involve so many secret strongholds.

At least in Mrs. Gao's mind, only S.H.I.E.L.D. may have the ability to find out so many bases.

But as far as she knows, the Black Prison does not have a close relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D., and the only backstage that can be confirmed is only the Brandon Group.

But the Brandon Group, one of the world's top 500, couldn't do it at all either.

"Scorching Flame Man!!"

Mrs. Gao's eyes flickered with gloomy eyes, which made the backs of the two people driving in front go cold.

Maybe Zhi Yanxia has a connection with S.H.I.E.L.D., but he can't do it, and not many people in the world can do it.

"Golden Legend.."

I don't know what came to mind, but Gaoff couldn't help but mutter the name in his mouth.

"Ah? Boss, what did you say?"

one asked softly.

"Damn it, I seem to have provoked someone I shouldn't have provoked. The desperate virus in the black prison is a hot task!!"

Mrs. Gao seemed to have confirmed her thoughts at this time, and her voice was even more dull.

He reached out and slammed the car door on the side.

There was a sudden shock on the refitted car door, and the bulletproof glass above immediately appeared densely packed with snow-white cracks.

On the sturdy car door, there is also a clear small fist mark.

"Boss, what should we do next? Should we go back to the headquarters first?"

The man in front still respectfully said as if nothing had happened.

"But even if you are a golden legend, you have to pay for it, Black Prison Group, can you keep it?"

Mrs. Gao was silent for a while, but said slowly with a gloomy look in her eyes.

In my heart, I still have a peeping heart for that powerful desperate virus.

If you can really get the enhanced desperate virus formula, then you only need to spend money to create a combat power that is not inferior to the gold medal.

Of course, Mrs. Gao just said that. In a short period of time, she did not have a foolproof plan and would never dare to do it.

But in her heart, she still didn't give up the idea of ​​going to the black prison to steal the desperate virus.

"Who is the remaining gold medal?"

"Oliver!"

"Oh? Is it her? Yes, now she should have completed the task of Michael, the president of the Manhattan branch of Merrill Lynch."

Mrs. Gao expressed her satisfaction with Oliver's existence, which was a little gratification in the tragedy.

"In this case, let Oliver take action. I need accurate information in the black prison."

Mrs. Gao said directly.