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Xu Promise looked up at the red-tiled buildings hidden in the thick woods in the distance, where the Meteorological Bureau was located.

After retracting his gaze, he took out a bottle of water from the storage space and washed the blood stains on his hands. At his feet were two dead blacks. Helpers.

If the white boss with a scar on his face had been present, he would have recognized the two men he had sent back to see what was going on on the other side of the car.

"It's a nuisance." He looked down at the two blacks lying in a pool of blood at his feet. Gangster, Promise frowned and walked deeper into the woods.

Promise had learned the origin and intentions of these people through interrogation, and knew that they had even thought of holding Promise's female companion hostage to threaten him. In fact, if it weren't for Jessica's departure in the morning, plus a large group of staff members, who were too loud, maybe they would have done it before.

For these ruthless characters, Promise did not have any thoughts of conversation.

Faced with the concept of no legal constraints at all, trying to hack yourself and your woman. Black hands. The only way to deal with the gang is to fight violence with violence. This is especially true of people with great abilities like Promise.

Xu didn't care about blood on his hands, he already had too much blood on his hands. From monsters to dinosaurs and even the blood of alien creatures.

As for the unnecessary trouble caused by such a big move here, the promise was not taken to heart at all. After experiencing the bloody promise, his state of mind at the moment is completely different.

Squatting down and holding the military dagger in the black. The helper rubbed his body to wipe the blood stains, and promised to squint his eyes and walk deeper into the woods.

The park isn't huge, but it's not small for walkers. Lush trees block the sun and also block the view. Several blacks from South America. The gangsters walked and walked and somehow got separated. The terrain here is completely unfamiliar to them.

"Ah!!h A miserable cry came from the woods not far away, and Les, a strong black man with strong muscles, suddenly turned and ran towards the place where the scream came from, while holding his weapon tightly in his hand.

Rice is a very famous black. Help the thugs. His experience in the military and his strong frame allowed him to serve in many black Gang members stand out and become their boss's personal bodyguards.

Originally, he thought that this time he would tie up a piece of meat. Tickets are just a simple job. But after seeing the tragic death of an accomplice who had his trachea cut off with a knife, he no longer had any contempt.

Although he was still surprised by the sharpness and toughness of the promise, Les, who had climbed up from the bottom of society step by step, did not have the slightest intention of cowering. is a person who licks blood from the knife edge, so he naturally knows that cowering and running away at this time can only die faster.

"Bang Bang Bang !!" A barrage of gunfire rang out, and Reston, who was running fast, fell to the ground.

"Bastard!" Les spat and looked at a patch of grass not far away.

A man on his side was shooting fiercely in the direction of the screaming sound with a slight charge. The idiot was shooting and yelling for fear that others would not know where he was.

The idiot, who was visibly frightened, quickly completely emptied the twenty-five nine-millimeter rounds in his Uzi Micropunch magazine. The bullets with a strong wind-breaking sound struck the grass clippings of many weeds in a meadow not far away, and the scene was very spectacular.

However, when the idiot who took the initiative to expose himself ran out of bullets and hurriedly changed the magazine, a pistol bullet hit him accurately in the forehead.

This isn't the mercy guns used by the police, but the MK25 military pistol, which is standard with the U.S. Marine Corps. Its nine-millimeter bullet slammed into the sturdy skull at a speed of more than 350 meters per second, easily piercing the hardest bones of the human body.

However, at this moment, a text message ringtone of 'Bell Bang ~~~' came out of the grass.

"Found you!" The burly Les didn't care about the fool who had been punched through the head. He suddenly got up from the ground and shot fiercely at an area dozens of meters away in front of him with the bandit gun in his hand. It was a complex area of a few trees and a large area of dense grass.

Almost at the same time, a man stood up in another patch of grass not far from Rice. The boss of the gang, a middle-aged white man with a hideous scar on his left face. He also took a Uzi and fired fiercely at the area.

The person who can become a gang boss in South America must have his own merits.

Courage and marksmanship are not said, and you have to be cautious, otherwise you would have hung up a long time ago. The white boss and Royce judged the location of the mysterious man almost at the same time, and almost simultaneously suppressed the fire.

The fact that the Uzi submachine gun can become the world's two largest bandit guns on a par with the AK47 is certainly a special advantage. Powerful is one of them.

The dense bullets were so powerful that several of the trees surrounding the trees were shattered, and the bark and trunks flew in all directions. The dense grass was also a mess, and it was unlikely that anyone would survive such a dense attack, at least in Rice's eyes.

The rate of fire of the submachine gun was actually very fast. In a very short time, Les had already exhausted his magazine. Immediately, he instinctively turned around and fell to the ground according to the habit he had cultivated all the year round, hiding behind a big tree, and quickly changing the magazine.

The boss, who was only a little slower than him, also ran out of bullets, ready to turn around to dodge and change the magazine. But at this moment, in the dense grass before that, suddenly stood up, a figure wearing a full suit of body armor and a camouflage helmet on his head, just facing the white boss.

If the white boss had mastered Chinese, he would have opened his mouth wide and roared, "Your sister!! ”

The one who gets up from the grass is naturally a promise. He had previously put ten South American blacks on track of him. Seven members of the gang slaughtered them, especially when the seventh one was deliberately made to make a noise to attract the rest of the people.

Before the people were lured over, Promise had quickly dug out a foxhole to hide in it. The gang's counterattack could not threaten him at all.

However, this is not the most shocking thing, the reason why the white boss was so frightened that he couldn't even think of dodging was that he was actually holding an MK43 light machine gun in his hands at this moment!

Black. It's already a great thing for the gang to pick up a submachine gun while the fire is fighting. But to the white boss's despair and disbelief, he tracked down the target who wanted to kidnap the ticket, not only wearing a full body armor and a helmet, but also a machine gun!!

This thing is a regular military standard weapon, and most of the time it is heavy firepower that can't be bought with money!

'Da Da Da ~~~' promised not to care about how big the shadow area in the white boss's heart is at this moment. After pulling the trigger, the dense rain of bullets immediately beat this big brother into a blood sieve. Promise then turned his gun and pointed it at a large tree not far away, behind which Rice, a strong black man, was changing his magazine.

There aren't actually any big trees here in Macau, and the trees here are all transplanted by hand. Moreover, most of these trees that grow in the south are not as dense and thick and hard as those in the cold regions of the north.

Therefore, although the tree where Les is hiding is close to half a meter in diameter, it does not protect his safety.

All of the weapons used in the pledge were seized from the seals last time they were in Hong Kong. A proper standard weapon for the special operations forces of the US military. For example, this real military weapon is far from being comparable to the civilian version of the weapon.

The 7.62mm bullets fired by the MK43 LMG are extremely powerful and have a super-fast rate of fire. After all, as a suppressive weapon for seals, its power is certainly unmatched. The dense rain of bullets frantically swept on the branches of the big trees, and the sawdust was almost interrupted by the waist!

Originally, Les should have dodged quickly at this time. After all, the tree may be able to resist the fire of weapons in the hands of the police, but it is powerless in the face of military weapons.

But the light machine gun in Promise's hand was so heavy that the flying ammunition did not give him any room to dodge. Les could only curl up in despair, hiding behind a tree with his head in his hands, and wept bitterly.

Les didn't figure it out until he died, what was wrong with the world? Originally, it was just a very ordinary ticket tie-up. The target didn't even carry nail clippers when he got into the taxi, why did he turn into a fully armed person and be so capable of fighting after coming here?!

When did the sheep actually start eating wolves?! This world is really full of malice.

'Huh~~~' After draining all the bullets in the magazine, Xu Promise raised his hand to untie the steel helmet and let out a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, the big tree in front of him had been completely broken in two, and the tall tree fell diagonally to one side. And the strong black man was lying in a pool of blood at this time.

As soon as he flipped his hand, he put the firearm in his hand into the storage space, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, looked at the text message, and quickly replied, "There is a traffic jam on the road, and it will be there soon." ’

Looking at the chaotic battlefield-like ground, full of smoking bullet casings and bullets, and the corpses in these pools of blood, Promise's brows furrowed tightly.

The shootout here was so intense that it was impossible for the weather station outside the woods not to hear it. Maybe the police are on their way right now. This has to be cleaned up.

It's easy to say that craters, warheads, guns and so on, just promise to put them directly into the storage space. But the corpses are troublesome to deal with, the storage space can't fit in, and he doesn't have corpse powder.

There was really no way, so he had to take out a sapper shovel and dig a big pit with brute force, and put all the corpses in the landfill. Fortunately, his physical fitness is super strong, and his strength and endurance are also extremely amazing, and he completed the job quickly.

Sweaty promises seemed to be able to hear sirens in the distance. After wiping the beads of sweat with his hand, he disguised the big hole, then changed his clothes and ran towards the road not far away.

The promise of not being a professional is not clear, and although he is disguised, this level of destruction is not too difficult for a trained police dog.