Chapter 214 of the main text volume, the plan of the former navy is underway

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Jessica is ready to take the plunge. For the sake of her good friend, she felt that she should do what she should do, and she should not hesitate. Amy was also worried, she didn't approve of Jessica's idea, but she couldn't think of a better way. Sometimes if you want to make a lot of money right away, it seems that this is the best way to do it.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow!" Amy sighed at the end, and both girls fell silent.

By this time, Sandra had found the nightclub where he had kidnapped him. Although he was blindfolded when he was tied up. But in the training of the army, he has one ability that is very outstanding, that is, to distinguish the direction. With your eyes closed, you get in the car, make a lot of turns, and then let you go to the final location. This is a subject that elites like theirs often train. So he found the nightclub very easily.

But he didn't rush in recklessly. At this time, the well-trained military demeanor that had penetrated into his bones came into play. The first is reconnaissance, determining entrances and exits. Then it's time to set the time. If time is short, he may spend a few days doing it. But he couldn't wait, because Jessica couldn't wait, and neither could Agnes, and that bastard Bailly might be back to their house tomorrow.

He had no weapons in his hands. But he can solve this problem. And he also tested, not every security guard in the nightclub knew him. After all, some of the people who kidnapped him in the first place followed that Oss? Mr. Dinggodohua's. Not a permanent nightclub security guard. This also gave Sandra a lot of convenience.

Sandra's sneaky probe near the nightclub finally caught the idea of two security guards at the door. One of the tattooed brawny security guards in a suit yelled at Sandra, "Hey, hillbilly, what do you want to do?" Fuck off. It is shown here. "Sandra does dress a bit like a hillbilly.

Sandra didn't say a word, turned around and ran, and it was as fast as she could. This action immediately made the two security guards puzzled. The tattooed man who had just spoken said to the other, "Look here, I'll go see that hillbilly." I'm going to beat him up so much. As he spoke, he chased in the direction Sandra had run.

This guy is indeed strong, bigger than Sandra's. As if she couldn't run, Sandra bent over the lamppost on the side of the road and gasped for air. The strong man couldn't run anymore, but when he saw Sandra like this, he was overjoyed, and after a few steps, he grabbed Sandra by the back collar.

Sandra's collar was grabbed, but the whole person moved. His clothes were grabbed and ripped off by the security guard, almost causing the guy to fall. And at this moment, Sandra spun back, and her elbow also turned a hundred and eighty degrees, and with a "bang", it hit the strong man's head.

It's definitely powerful. Sandra's elbows felt numb. The strong man fell to the ground without saying a word. Sandra dragged the guy aside, then helped him to sit against the wall, and he sat next to the strong man, stretching out one hand around the waist of the strong man's security guard, and the other hand reached inside the strong man's suit.

He had already seen the gun that the security guard was carrying from the part of the strong man's waist. So it was very smooth to find a pistol from his body. It was clear that the security room could not afford to use a large-caliber desert eagle like Bailly's. But this pistol is also quite enough. Czech-produced CZ75, three magazines, one magazine eighteen rounds. So the advantage of this pistol is that it has a large ammunition capacity. For Sandra, it was enough. The three magazines add up to fifty-four rounds. In fact, if that many bullets were to be used, Sandra would not have survived the mission.

Putting the pistol and magazine in his pocket, he took a look at the business card in the guy's pocket, then took one and put it in his pocket. Then Sandra was like holding a drunken man, talking to the already unconscious security guard, looking like a close friend, and did not arouse the suspicion of the roadside. Then he stood up and patted the brawny security guard on the shoulder, seemingly saying goodbye to his friend.

It was indeed a goodbye, and Sandra walked away. But instead of going far, he bought a hat and a dress, changed his disguise a little, and then glued his beard. In this case, the other security guard who has only met once will definitely not recognize him, even the one who was knocked unconscious just now.

Bailly seems to be the person in charge of this nightclub. Half of the day doesn't show up, and at night they come here for a walk, mainly to collect all the cash here, and then go to Austin? Mr. Goldova confessed. Sandra carefully took notes, and then checked the roads and surveillance around the nightclub. Secure your own route to escape.

This is a good habit for him every time he performs a mission. In order to deal with all kinds of unexpected situations, so if there is only one route, it will definitely not work. Now it's all ready. Because of time, he didn't know when Bailly would come to the nightclub, so he could only wait for the rabbit.

Bailly was a little late to the nightclub today. The main thing is that he was knocked out of the nose by Sandra and went to the hospital for more than a dozen stitches, which delayed the time. He doesn't have Austin in his pomp? Gota Huada, no one followed him. There were only two henchmen, and if Agnes was here, she would surely recognize them, and these two men were the same size as the two men who robbed her. It's really the two of them who did it.

"I'll find that bastard and pop his nose. Damn, if it weren't for Mr. Goldova meddling, I would have done it. That's what I did. "Being knocked out of Sandra's nose seems to be the most humiliating thing for Bailly, especially in front of his men.

As he and his men walked up the steps of the nightclub, he turned to his two men and complained disapprehensively. These two men could only listen patiently. The guy has been complaining all afternoon, plus the evening time. It's annoying enough.

Sandra was on the corner of the wall no more than a dozen meters away from them, because it was almost night. There weren't many pedestrians on the street either, so no one noticed that there was also a man dressed in black. The three of them went up the stairs and soon walked towards the nightclub.

The security guards had been replaced by the other two, and they hadn't seen Sandra at all, so after Sandra paid the money, she went in very smoothly. They're all cash transactions here. This makes it convenient for many people to conduct some illegal business here. For example, men's pleasure hunting and pill business, etc.

The nightclub is noisy, the lights are flickering, many people are enjoying themselves, there are women dancing poles on the stage in the middle, and women dancing striptease on the other side of the stage. Here are crazy men who have been anesthetized with alcohol and pills. The men and women are crazy, and the music is loud, like a carnival in hell.

Sandra consciously or unconsciously approached the location on the second floor, where Bailly's office was. And it's arranged like a big suitcase. That's where Sandra was caught. Looking up from downstairs, you can't see anything. Sandra took a glass of wine, poured some on herself, and staggered upstairs pretending to be a little drunk.

"Hey, drunken cat, don't go somewhere." A bodyguard stood at the top of the stairs and said to Sandra, "Your place is on the lower side." You have to know the rules here. As he spoke, he lifted the corner of his clothes and let Sandra see the handle of the gun at his waist. It's a threat not to break the rules. In particular, the second floor is a place dedicated to selling pills.

"I want some goods, I have money." Sandra listened, making her pockets look bulging. I listened to what Hood told me. He said the goods here were very good. ”

"Hood?" The bodyguard laughed, "That bastard is very unlucky today, and he was plotted." Do you know him? How did you meet? "He's still not reassured. Continue to ask Sandra.

"Drink, find a woman...... How else can you know it? Sandra said nonchalantly, "No wonder I can't see him here." Who was he beaten? ”

"A hillbilly, who knows, was outside the surveillance, and robbed him of his gun, and for this matter, the boss wants to kill him, so you'd better be raptured to know this guy." The bodyguard laughed, and the more the two of them talked, the more they let their guard down.

"Let's go, man, go over this side and turn right." The bodyguard said to Sandra and pointed him in the way, "The goods over there are very good. Over here...... You'd better not linger here...... Uh......" suddenly said, the bodyguard's mouth made a "hehe" sound, and then his body was limp and about to fall.

Sandra hugged him, and in the dim light, he helped the bodyguard aside and placed him in an inconspicuous corner. Then he quickly pushed open the room that the bodyguard had just said. Sandra was very impressed with this room, which was where he was held. The big box in which Bailly worked.

The door to the box was pushed open. Sandra walked in. As soon as I looked up, I could see that Bailly was sitting at the desk in front of him, and his boss was sitting in front of him, Mr. Godohua. It's just that there is only one bodyguard standing next to Bailly, and the other is standing at the door. Not all the people he brought with him were here. This was his private place, with only two bodyguards, and the one at the door who was killed by Sandra.

"Who are you? Get out of here, I didn't tell you not to come in! The man at the door whispered to Sandra