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Chapter 594 - 594 320 Your Turn to Sing My Turn to Take the Stage

Chapter 594: 320 Your Turn to Sing, My Turn to Take the Stage (6100)_3 Chapter 594: 320 Your Turn to Sing, My Turn to Take the Stage (6100)_3 The assassins ranked in the top five of the Sand Dust Organization were indeed formidable, but they were still within the realm of humans. They would undoubtedly be crushed if they encountered those three individuals who were like superhumans, with no power to fight back.

Therefore, what the Black Spade “A” Organization needs to do now is to sustain the situation, wait for the three men to show up, and clean sweep their enemies. Suddenly, realization dawned on Black Spade “K”, who immediately took command, weakened the offense, and switched into a defensive countering posture.

The Main Road in front of the Water Cloud House had been utterly reduced to rubble. The cars parked at the edge of the road had been shot into a terribly damaged state, with shards of glass strewn all over the ground.

The cars hit by hand grenades were engulfed in raging flames, igniting the trees on the roadway’s sides and instantly radiating intense temperatures around.

The shops on both sides of the road hadn’t escaped the calamity, as their buildings had different degrees of damage traces. This was due to the on-going combat between the two forces in the buildings within the alley, involving bullets or hand-to-hand combat.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Black Spade “K” held two guns firing crazily towards the other end of the alley, his footsteps never halted as he darted towards the wall behind him. The next second, a barrage of bullets shot past, kicking up rings of dust where they hit the ground. He groaned lowly, leaning his back against the wall.

He was eventually shot, but the location of the injury was relatively off-centre.

He still had over seventy percent of his combat power.

Black Spade “K” exhaled a long breath, sharing glances with one of his subordinates about five or six meters away, signaling him to synchronize their movements and jointly rush into the side alley to fire madly.

“Three, two, one…”

For each number he mentally counted, one of the three fingers on his right hand gripping the black gun handle would squeeze it, until he had fully grasped it.

Shush! Black Spade “K” darted out instantaneously, just as one of his subordinates did. However, his comrade suddenly collapsed with a thud, falling to the ground.

Black Spade “K”‘s pupils contracted as he executed a roll on the spot, evading the enemy’s bullets in the alley. After a few jumps, he rushed into a building by its wall. He peered from the edge and saw his bloodied and reliable subordinate at the end of his line of sight, clenching his fist tightly.

That elusive Gun King had already killed no less than ten people from the Black Spade “A” Organization in the battle just then. He posed a greater threat in the chaotic battlefield than any other higher-ranking assassins.

Just within a few minutes of gunfight, the Black Spade “A” Organization showed signs of collapsing and was already in a situation dominated by the enemy. The Transportation and Sales Departments were fundamentally not combat-specific; both the number and quality of their gunners were somewhat lacking. Given the current circumstances, if it continued this way, the full collapse was imminent within ten minutes.

Black Spade “K” suppressed his melancholic feelings, swiftly darting in a certain direction. Half a minute later, at the street end’s corner.

Three senior members suddenly converged, they were Black Spade “A”, Black Spade “K”, and Diamond “A”. As for the other three members, two were still directing the battle, and one had already fallen to an assassin.

“We have suffered heavy losses; there is already thirty percent of our personnel down! If this continues, I’m afraid it’ll lead to a total collapse…”

Diamond “A” was a Youth with a buzz cut, looking very spirited, but his face was now full of anxiety and worry.

“Don’t panic, stay calm! It’s eight fifty now, the Antiques Department and Assassination Department must have already received specific news at their branches and are rushing towards the Water Cloud House. They will be here soon!”

Black Spade “A,” as the head of the Sales Department, reassured.

“It’s okay, we just need to hold on for a little longer. The strong individuals the vice leader invited will definitely…”

Bang! A dull sound interrupted Black Spade “K”‘s words.

A silhouette fell into the street like a plummeting swift, first crashing into the wall and then falling to the ground.

The two pools of blood that splattered were extremely eye-catching, a bright scarlet color.

“Cough, cough, cough… cough, cough, cough…” The figure on the ground struggled and coughed. He barely managed to flip himself over.

“It’s the powerful psychic leader!!!”

Black Spade “K” instantly recognized him, but the powerful and majestic image he had of him this morning had collapsed right before his eyes. The man lying on the ground was extremely disheveled, like a proud eagle with its wings broken, his pride, and confidence utterly shattered. The lower half of his slim-fitting white trench coat was torn, and the upper half was full of bullet holes and blood stains.

His seaweed-like curly hair was matted in chunks of blood, tangled together like wild unkempt grass.

His chest was caved in, three of his fingers were fractured, and five were twisted in irregular shapes. Only his thumb was still intact.

“Hehe… it turns out… there really are immortal monsters… that can’t be killed no matter how much you try… I have no qualms in losing…”

The curly-haired man murmured aimlessly, his complexion deathly pale, evidently in a state of severe injury and nearing death.

“The strong individuals the vice-leader invited… lost, they lost!?”

The three senior members of the Black Spade “A” Organization were all equally shocked, they looked at each other, disbelief in their eyes.

They’re so powerful, how could they have lost?

Are Biochemical Humans truly unkillable in the real sense?

“You… you… hurry up and go…. those Biochemical Humans… are coming to kill…” The curly-haired man gave his last warning before his death.

“Want to run? Too late!”

A formidable figure suddenly appeared in the street, holding a headless body of a sexy, fiery woman.

It was startlingly the only female among the three psychics.