But what she couldn't understand was that in a country like Dahua, the control of firearms is not too strict, how can this kid have a standard pistol?

You know, this is a road where people come and go, and it is in front of the hotel, and there are surveillance everywhere, why isn't he worried about attracting the attention of the authorities?

If it were to be placed somewhere else, he would certainly not think like that. I wouldn't make such a low-level mistake. In other words, in a country where gun control is not strict, at the beginning, he will raise the gun and give the other person a shot first. I won't talk so much nonsense to him at all, and even if I do, I will only say it after I have subdued the other party.

Although he enjoyed the moment when the head was cut off, he certainly wouldn't play with his life. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let his assistant investigate the target so carefully.

Of course, he is not so arrogant as to think that he is invincible. So every time he performs a mission, after making sure that it is safe, he will still leave himself a way back.

This back road is the poison needle tied to his leg, which is made of special materials and will not be checked by security. The poison needle has been quenched with special anesthetic, and it is also made of special materials. Even the strictest security checks cannot detect it.

He had paid a lot of money to get this treasure, and no one knew about it, not even his assistant.

He has perfected the use of the Poison Needle, and at close range, he can shoot at any target he wants to hit.

He had carried it with him since the day he got it, but he didn't use it much, and he only used it once in more than a hundred missions. When I was forced to the end, I was forced to use it once.

On that occasion, he killed the monarch of a small country in South Africa.

Except for himself, so to speak. The people who saw the needles were all dead.

As a killer, what you cherish most is your own life. He knows that he only has one life, and he hovers on the brink of death every day, so he has a deep understanding of how to protect himself.

But I hunted birds all day long, and today I was still blinded by birds.

Who is to blame for this? Is it to blame for the fact that this country is too strict with gun control, and suddenly a gun appears and catches him off guard? Or is it blamed for his blind self-confidence?

To be honest, the bad thing is that he is too confident, he didn't expect that a person could openly go out on the street with a gun, and dare to hold his head in front of so many pedestrians.

At this moment, he had no other thoughts than shock.

"How's it going? I'm scared, I'm one level above you. There are guns here, it is capricious. The big black man looked at each other with a smile, and his words were full of sarcasm.

As if laughing at him, he's an idiot.

Pedro opened his mouth, but he was speechless. Because he really doesn't know what to say.

"Vice Captain George, who has not been in an internship, allow me to interrupt you. The boss can't wait, so don't you play, okay?" At this moment, a man hung upside down and fell from a tree.

The person is only about 1.5 meters and looks like a child, but the scar on his face makes people feel palpitations.

Although this man was short, no one dared to underestimate him.

He hung upside down from a tree, a glossy dagger flipped in his hand as if dancing at his fingertips.

Pedro was shocked to find that there was another person in the tree, which was simply the most humiliating stroke of his career.

Who the hell are these two?

Where did they come from? Why did I end up in this remote town? Masters like this are rare in the Middle East and on the Syrian battlefield.

"Guy, you'd better get rid of that internship for me, I don't like that title very much. As he spoke, he put away his gun, "Since the boss is in such a hurry, let's tie this kid back!

The youngest son shook his head, "Not long enough." ”

"Then cut his hamstrings, so that he can run away then. ”

As soon as the words fell, before Pedro could react, his legs instantly lost sensation, and then the strong stinging pain relieved him, but it was too late by this time.

Shot too fast, and actually cut his hamstring without his knowledge.

Pedora fell to the ground with a thud, convulsing in pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

It's shameful enough, and if you call it again, then he doesn't deserve to be called a killer.

The mad dog was dragged into the car like a dead dog, and at this time, the big black man pulled the pistol's trigger.

"You're my little one, little apple......"

A cheerful tone sounded, accompanied by a big black man, who smiled, "God, Dahua is really a magical country, a toy pistol, it is actually so realistic." ”

He blew on the muzzle of the gun coolly, then stuck the gun into the back of the waist, like a western cowboy.

"Mad Dog, Picasso can sketch directly when he meets you. You've disappointed me so much......" He shook his head, feigning disappointment.

Hearing this, Pedro's mind boomed and went blank.

Burst......

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he lost consciousness directly.

……

I don't know how long it took, but when he woke up, he found that he had been hung up by five flowers. Although he was no longer feeling in his legs, the pain in his wrists was unbearable.

Fortunately, the other party gave him hemostatic medicine, otherwise the bleeding alone would have killed him.

"Who the hell are you......" Pedro, roaring angrily.

There was nothing to see in the darkness around him, as if he had been locked in a small dark room.

Suddenly, a bright light shone on his face, and he subconsciously closed his eyes to prevent them from hurting.

When she got used to the light, she noticed two people sitting in the room.

One of them is the big black guy who deceived him with a toy gun before,

Thinking of the previous scene, Pedro gritted his teeth in anger.

And the other person is the little man who cut his hamstrings.

These two people are tall and short, and their visual sense of black and white is very distinct.

The big black man played with the toy pistol in his hand, and from time to time he would hum a couple of sentences along with the music. The faint dagger was still dancing on the little man's fingertips, and he didn't know how his hands were practiced, so sharp daggers didn't leave him a single wound.

His eyes looked out through the doorway.

There are also about a dozen people, these people are busy with their own things, some are playing with the computer and typing on the keyboard, some are controlling the drone, and it seems that they are debugging something.

There is an even more terrifying one, who actually took an electric soldering iron and tinkered with plastic bombs there.

God, what do these people do?

Aren't they afraid of bombs blowing them all up?