Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God

"Mr. Bruce, please put away your gun, we are not your target."

Leonard remained composed even with a gun pointed at his head. He understood these assassins too well; without benefits, they wouldn't waste their bullets.

Besides, whether the person in front of him was the real Hawkeye was still uncertain. Assassins usually kept their identities very secretive; once exposed, a hunter becomes prey.

"Heh, that's not necessarily the case."

Bruce revealed a sinister smile.

"After all, you've seen me."

"If you can't provide a bounty of one billion Federation Coins, or convince me with a good reason, I don't mind sending you two bullets to reunite with your mother."

"I'm not joking with you."

Said Bruce, raising his wrist to glance at his watch: "You now have three minutes."

Leonard, with a determined expression, looked at Hawkeye Bruce and took a deep breath, then directly pulled a check from the pocket of his suit.

"This is a Rhein Country bank check, ten million Federation Coins, can be cashed anytime, consider it a deposit."

Bruce reached out to take the bank check, glanced at the number on it, then tossed it aside: "Heh, this is just a piece of paper. I told you not to mess around with me."

"Open my bag."

Bruce turned to James, and after exchanging a glance with Leonard who nodded, James turned and opened the backpack Bruce had thrown to the ground.

Inside the backpack was an official-grade laptop.

"Open it."

James opened the laptop, which displayed a bank transfer interface.

Bruce chuckled: "No problem with me making a move, fifty million Federation Coins prepaid. If the money is in, we cooperate. If not, sorry."

"Are you really the world's number one assassin, Hawkeye Bruce?"

"Without a doubt."

Said Bruce.

Leonard scrutinized Bruce twice: "Alright, I believe your identity, but my money isn't so easy to take. If I pay you, will you kill whoever I want?"

Bruce chuckled at Leonard.

"Hey, you seem a bit unfamiliar with our profession. We're assassins; as long as the employer can pay, no matter who, we'll eliminate the target."

"The first rule of the assassin's law: Money is God, and any demand from God cannot be refused."

"Alright."

Leonard directly turned to the laptop, entered his account information, and transferred fifty million Federation Coins to the opposing account.

After the transfer, he rotated the laptop: "The money has been sent."

"Wait a moment."

Moments later, Bruce received a phone call: "Okay, I know."

Bruce immediately put away the Desert Eagle, glancing at Leonard and James: "Since you are serious, tell me who you want dead, and forget about today."

"The person I want you to kill is no ordinary individual!"

"I've offered a substantial bounty and requested a personal meeting because I want you to join my team."

Leonard said.

Upon hearing this, Bruce whistled and smiled amusingly at Leonard: "You're trying to recruit me?"

"Do you understand what you're saying? You want to recruit the world's number one assassin into your team."

"Haha, that's absolutely hilarious."

"I am serious!"

Leonard looked at Bruce, who was laughing heartily.

"You're serious? You're going to make me die of laughter."

"Come on, look, what's in front of you is the world's number one assassin. No matter who you want me to kill, I'll help you do it, but joining your team."

"Heh, you better keep that thought inside your head."

"Now tell me your target. I don't have time to waste here; the plane is waiting."

"Dragon King."

Leonard said directly, looking at Bruce who was laughing uncontrollably with a dismissive expression.

"What?"

Bruce restrained his laughter and looked at Leonard.

"The person I want to kill is Dragon King, the legend in the Mercenary World."

Bruce's face froze.

"Did you say you want to kill Dragon King?"

"Yes."

"What, are you afraid?" Leonard looked at Bruce, whose expression was becoming serious, but Bruce suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and laughed heartily.

"Afraid?"

"I just didn't expect you to want to kill Dragon King. Dragon King has always been elusive, and no one knows what he looks like or what his name is, only that he's from Yan Country."

"Besides, to my knowledge, Dragon King has disappeared in the past three years, although there are some rumors, but Dragon King's whereabouts and activities are completely unknown."

"Since we came to you, we naturally have confidence. Just tell us if you dare or not."

"Hey, are you provoking me?"

Bruce looked at fair-skinned Leonard: "To tell you the truth, I love high-level challenges. If the target can be easily eliminated, I'd really have to think about it. But killing Dragon King is a Hell Level challenge, which I like."

"But...!"

Bruce's tone shifted.

"There's no problem killing Dragon King, but it'll cost more."

"Money's not a problem, as long as you can eliminate Dragon King; just afraid you don't have the skill!"

"I don't have the skill?"

Bruce raised a corner of the mouth without saying more and turned to board a nearby aircraft ready to take off, then kicked down an official box before jumping off the plane again.

After Bruce exited the plane, he watched as the waiting aircraft took off with a glide.

Bruce ignored the plane and directly opened the official box on the ground. Inside were gun parts, which Bruce began calmly assembling.

Bruce's speed was not fast, but methodical and rhythmic, as if the gun in his hands was his treasure.

In the distance, the plane ran for about three to five hundred meters on the runway before jolting once, and then its nose soared up, spiraling in mid-air before attempting to fly away.

At this moment, Bruce had just finished assembling his prized possession.

"It's a Barrett made by the Northern Federation."

Although James was an analyst, he also received Guard training and was not unfamiliar with the heavy machinery in Bruce's hands.

This thing is definitely a deadly weapon.

Clunk.

Bruce directly loaded a magazine, then lifted his eye patch, exposing a crimson eye, which surprised Leonard and James.

Bruce, however, merely raised his treasure and took aim at the plane flying away in the sky.

At this moment, the plane was already thousands of meters away, constantly increasing the distance, and its size became increasingly smaller.

He aimed for less than two seconds.

Bruce suddenly pulled the trigger.

Then a sound rang out with a bang.