In the early morning of December 13, 1996, Dewey prepared to act, and after three days of squatting and combining the drawings of the three underground floors, Dewey had roughly planned a way to invade the three basement floors of the Kington Building in his residence.

In the bathroom, Dewey washed his face slowly, looking at himself in the mirror, this is not the familiar face at the beginning, it has been a few months in Los Angeles, and the big and small fights have made Dewey more and more like a gangster, however, Dewey still firmly believes in his heart that his original intention was to rescue her mother Wang Jing, however, what is going on with Wang Jing's disappearance now, Dewey himself does not know.

And this time Dewey basically went to die, but Dewey himself didn't care about this, because he almost didn't have any worries in his heart, if there was, it was Yu Mengting.

Dewey was in the room, cautiously changing into a suit, tie, and leather gloves, looking at the long mirror in the closet, and he became a professional killer again. Dewey sat at his desk, turned on the lamp on the table, wiped every bullet, every ** and the M1911 in his hand, this 1911 has been with Dewey for 2 months, it is very reliable, rarely jammed.

This operation Mike sponsored a silencer and two syringes equipped with a coma-causing ground.

At 6:05, Dewey pinched his watch, perhaps this was the last time he stood at the door of this house.

The gun is strapped to the back of the waist, and if you see Dewey on the street, you must think that he is a white-collar worker who gets up early and is greedy for darkness, and you will not think that he is going to kill people.

To be on the safe side, Dewey did not take a taxi, but borrowed a small car from Shaw the night before.

At 7:20, Dewey successfully reached the foot of the Kington Building.

According to the investigation in the past few days, Dewey summed up some rules of operation in the building: First of all, the two guards on the third basement floor must search their bodies, so it is impossible for weapons to enter through the main entrance.

Secondly, when Dewey took the elevator of the Kington Building, a man in the elevator had to go to the second floor twice, and Dewey had already remembered the appearance of this person: with a hat about the same height as Dewey, with sunglasses, this person would go to the western restaurant opposite the building on time at 8 o'clock every day, if you guessed correctly, this person has an underground pass!

After completing the layout in the building, Dewey entered the western dining room and leaned against the counter, grabbed a newspaper and began to read it with relish, glancing across the road from time to time.

At 7:58, the target entered the restaurant, and according to the usual routine, the two bodyguards were still followed by them, indicating that today was the same as usual, and nothing had changed, which meant that the plan could go smoothly for the time being.

Dewey didn't order, and the man had already placed an order.

The waiter walked to the counter with the ordered menu.

"Oops, I'm sorry... Can I take a look at this menu?" Dewey stopped the waiter.

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry, just take a look. Dewey flipped through the menu and found a few of the items the man had ordered.

"Eh, let me ask, well, which of these dishes will come first?"

Dewey's very strange question confused the waiter, "Uh, sir, it's usually this, about five minutes." The waiter pointed to the salmon on the menu.

"Okay, I'll order this, get me a copy too!" Dewey's expression was very relaxed, and after speaking, Dewey glanced at his target, and the two inadvertently looked at each other.

Dewey pulled out his stool and sat down.

Dewey began to pinch his watch. After about 6 minutes, the first plate of salmon was served.

When the waiter passed by Dewey, Dewey grabbed the plate.

"Sir, this is not your salmon!"

"Not mine? Dewey smiled and had some score in his heart.

Dewey took the spoon in his hand and looked at the man behind him. That's right, he's already taking it.

"Have a nice meal, sir, your salmon. "Dewey's salmon has also arrived.

"Well, okay, let's put it here. Dewey took $15 out of the inner pocket of his suit and gave it to the waiter in front of him.

"Thank you, sir!" he took the tip and left.

Dewey glanced at his watch again, and then observed the other man's every move.

"Vomit, vomit,, disgusting, what the hell is this?" the target man got up, spat directly on the ground, and turned to the bathroom.

Dewey also got up and followed.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we have to search your body before we can let you in!" Dewey's bodyguard stopped him outside the toilet door.

Dewey opened his arms and was searched.

"Yes, sir, you can go in!"

As soon as the door was opened, a foul smell came to his nose, and the man vomited all over the pool!

Dewey entered the toilet and locked the door. He immediately lifted the lid above the toilet bowl and took out the bulk M1911 in a plastic bag from it, and assembled it in an orderly manner, **, firing pin, trigger, bolt, spark plug, and silencer.

Tom, Dewey opened the door, the gun in his hand was behind his back, and the guy was still spitting!

"Dude, we are not wronged. ”

Due to the force used to shoot him, his brain splashed on Dewey's suit.

"Someone's coming, it's dead!" Dewey leaned the body against the wall and, as expected, scavenged the pass to the third basement floor.

The guard outside the door heard the movement in the toilet and pulled out his gun and rushed in like crazy.

"Ah!! Lao Tzu killed you!" the two bodyguards threw away their guns and rushed forward with daggers at their waists.

"Come on, go down with your boss!" Dewey kicked the man on his left in the stomach, stepped forward, struck the eyeball with his right elbow, slipped away the dagger in his left hand, and plunged a knife into the man's throat.

"Ah!! you! you! Lao Tzu fought with you!" the man on the right stabbed him directly.

With a bang, Dewey rolled over and kicked him in the face, punched him in the stomach, and as soon as he bent over, he elbowed him down and threw his left arm out of his left arm with his left and right hands at the same time, and the dagger fell to the ground.

With a click, Dewey spared himself and twisted his neck.

Before leaving, Dewey hung a sign in the bathroom that read "Temporarily Unavailable."

With the pass, the plan was half underway.

After entering the Kington Building, based on the study of the drawings in the past few days, Dewey determined that the blacklist should be on the second or third floor.

But Dewey first had to go to the monitoring room, there was a lot of monitoring on the third basement floor, and if he went directly, he would be discovered by the people in the monitoring room, so it would be difficult for Dewey to survive.

The monitoring room is on the 5th floor, and there are mostly guards, so there is no way to approach it without a work permit, but Dewey has been prepared for this for a long time.

There is a bathroom on the east side of the 5th floor, and there is a ventilation duct in the bathroom, and there is also a ventilation duct in the monitoring room, which means that these pipes are absolutely connected. According to the architectural structure of the fifth floor, Dewey also roughly outlined the rudimentary shape of the pipeline, not necessarily accurate, but similar.

"Damn.... This... The bird place is so narrow... Grass!" Dewey drilled into the mouth of the pipe, the diameter of the pipe was suffocating, and Dewey, who was already in good health, was even more uncomfortable.

According to the sketch in his hand, Dewey turned on a flashlight and crawled in the pipe for more than 50 meters. At a fork in the road, there is a pipe mouth facing down, and if nothing else, this is the monitoring room!

"Shh~~~" Dewey breathed a sigh of relief, turned off the flashlight, and put away the sketch.

He quietly lifted the lid of the pipe opening, took out the spoon he had stolen from the restaurant, and reached out, through the spoon, he was sure that this was the monitoring room, and there were 3 guards inside.

Lying in the pipe, Dewey pulled out the 1911 bolt and jumped from the ceiling.

Since Dewey was wearing leather shoes, the sound of landing was too loud, and the three guards all turned around.

“.... Hey, hello?" Dewey smiled awkwardly...

"Damn.. This guy is fucking heavy!!" Dewey carried the body on his back and put it in the trash bin in the surveillance room.

Dewey changed into one of them, began to move his hands and feet on the surveillance on the third basement floor, and left a note on the office desk: The three of us went out for dinner and went early, and we will be back in a while.

Dewey walked out the door and headed straight for the elevator.

On the second floor, there are two armed guards facing the elevator.

The two of them laughed abruptly, "! Look at this person... Who the are you!" One of the guards stepped forward to stop him, and the other had his hands behind his back and began to draw his gun.

I didn't expect these two people to be so vigilant, and Dewey's gun would be polite.

I took out the pass and swiped it twice on the big iron gate, and the door opened directly.

"Damn... That's a pass..."Dewey was shocked.

Entering the gate, it was more like a cellar, jet black, with only a few oil lamps.

The headlights of the passage turned on, and the hole suddenly became brighter.

"Who's there!?" shouted a white-bearded old man in a white coat....