Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Clearance Journey

Vegas is the entertainment capital, but it's an area where prostitution is strictly prohibited. The female branch of the female branch here can only survive in another way, or wear jewelry, go in and out of major hotels and casinos to hook up with prominent gamblers, and go to the room to conduct private transactions.

Or rely on the organization and do some business with low-end customers.

Vegas is not without its poor, and there is a large gambling equipment production plant not far from the main city, which mainly recycles scrapped chips from major casinos and then produces and processes them into new ones.

The more well-known the casino, the higher the requirements for the feel of the chips, and generally after 100 times of use, they will be sent for recycling and new purchases. Their peculiar fetish feeds a bunch of Vegas palum people who have never been to a casino at all, and these workers who can only live in the slums, whose greatest hobby is to spend ten dollars on a "public toilet" to solve the problem.

The factory is the Mike family's home, and in the middle of the factory, they converted shipping containers into a three-story "workers' home". There was no tea served inside, but a sleepy woman on an iron-framed bed. Most of them owe the Mike family loan sharks and can't pay them back, and their appearance is very ordinary, even inferior, so they can only sell to the lowliest people, and work like an assembly line to make money to pay off their debts.

In order to keep them happy, the guards will inject them with "No. 4" to make them addicted, of course, the cost is also deducted from the money they earn, basically owe 10,000 US dollars as an example, as long as they work here for 10 years in a row, they can pay it off.

However, the current highest record holder only lasted 4 years and died under a guest weighing 200 pounds.

Workers come here to consume, can not choose the lady, just like going to the public toilet, as long as there is no bed in the order to enter, so it is called "public toilet" by the workers. If you're lucky, you can meet one or two beautiful women, but if you're unlucky, it's said that someone has met a man. But the money is paid first, so don't you suffer more?

There are always long queues outside the gates of the workers' homes, and the workers will exchange ideas in the queues, studying which women in the beds are better looking and which are newly replenished.

During the lunch break, the place is usually crowded with well-fed and thoughtful workers. However, unlike in the past, many of the gang members who used to sit in the workers' homes to play cards and chat are now standing outside the workers' homes, their armpits bulging and obviously carrying firearms. And on the roof of the workers' house, there is an AK47 directly patrolling back and forth.

"What's going on? Is there going to be a war? Some workers teased.

These gang members, who only collect money on weekdays, actually checked the workers' cards of the guests in a decent way today.

What no one noticed was that Shen Ming, who was holding an "Intervener" sniper rifle on a metal chimney stand 600 meters away, was correcting his trajectory according to environmental factors, and what he could see through the high-powered telescope was the fierce faces of the gangsters.

"It seems that they have taken precautions, even such a remote stronghold, and last night's call was not in vain." Shen Ming sighed softly into the communication headset.

"There's something wrong with you, you gave advance notice of the killing, why didn't you notify me in the first place?" On the other end of the headset turned out to be a mouse, because of the lack of manpower, he was forced to become Shen Ming's strategic assistant and maintain continuous calls. Although this increases the risk of mouse exposure, he is a hundred unwilling, but under the threat of the Yaksha girl, he can only give in.

"Listen, the Mike family has 37 strongholds in Vegas City, and in addition to the headquarters where you set your goal of coming at midnight, there are 4 large, 10 medium, and 22 small strongholds. I've laid out the most time-efficient roadmap for you, but even so, if you want to clean up before midnight, you can't strike in an average of more than 15 minutes per location, can you do it? He couldn't help but be skeptical when the mouse calculated the time and the amount of work.

"Will someone who can threaten you fail you?" Shen Ming pulled the bolt. Poofed shot his first shot, muffler and the roar of the plant muffled his memory. The spiral bullet hit the guard on the roof of the workers' house with incredible accuracy, and the guy with the AK screamed and fell from the roof, smashing the roof of a car on the side of the road.

"Hide! There are snipers! "The leader of the Worker's House is called Kevin, the 38th heir to the Mike family, basically he can't wear the godfather ring in his life, but he is still quite used in the gang, he was honorably discharged from the Marine Corps, has rich combat experience, good marksmanship, but poor management ability.

Because of Black Gold's, he was transferred to Vegas 3 months ago, giving him such a dirty mess but no brain.

Kevin shouted, and his men quickly gathered under the corner of the workers' house, and took out the submachine guns and pistols in their clothes. The workers, who had been hardened, were all frightened and fled quickly with shouts.

A barely eyed subordinate leaned against the top of the corner, his 43-yard foot half exposed.

"Poof!" The second shot directly opened the footboard, and the man who had lost the gun fell to the ground, wailing like a pig.

"The second." Pulling the bolt, Shen Ming ejected the hot cartridge casing from the chamber.

"HQ! We were attacked! The guy was holding a sniper rifle!! Kevin Live Headquarters shouted on the phone, but only a busy sound came from the earpiece, and when he took it down, it showed that there was no signal.

The telecommunication signal towers of the entire factory area have all been closed at the moment when Shen Ming pulled the trigger, and it is a masterpiece of the mouse. At this moment, the 30-odd gang members in the workers' home have become blind people with open eyes, and they can only be harvested one by one.

"Help me! Save me! The men lying on the ground with their feet smashed burst into tears and pleaded with their companions beside them.

"Save your uncle! Haven't seen a movie? You're the bait for fishing! Get out of the way! The brother who usually talked and laughed kicked the ashes at him with a black face, signaling him to get away.

Suddenly, the subordinate who burst into consciousness grabbed the brother's trouser leg and pulled him over.

"Poof!" The third shot directly ripped off a large piece of flesh and blood from the guy's calf, and the gunshot wound was like a tiger biting out.

"Ahh You're! You're! Help me back! The brother screamed.

"Hehe, now you know my pain!" The subordinates with flowering feet smiled happily, human nature is like this, and when you see something worse than yourself, you can always comfort your soul.

"All in! Change the big guy! Fuck that bastard! Kevin threw away the useless mobile phone in his hand and roared angrily, there are a few AWMs and RPG bazookas in the workers' homes.

Many of the men who were outside quickly ran back to the workers' home, and no one was left outside, and the workers' home, which was converted from a container, did not even have a window, although the ventilation effect was sparse, but it was also an impregnable wall.

"It's time to kill the pigs after the birds." Shen Ming sighed and lifted the camouflage cloth on his body, raised the single-barrel grenade launcher, and shot the rope spear into the sky with a bang, just falling and hooking the iron roof of the workers' house.

Following the rope, Shen Ming slid all the way and landed on the roof with a bang.

"Don't move!" Kevin held the AK47 and motioned to the brothers next to him to be quiet, and spread it from the top, tick! Backbite! Backbite! The sound of the sound,

Bang! The ceiling of the workers' house was blown open a neat square hole, and Shen Ming, who fell along the iron plate, switched the MP7 in his hand to a single-shot mode, with a 45-round extended magazine, no need to change the ammunition at all, and knocked down the hooligans who had not reacted one by one.

All of a sudden, gunshots rang out in the workers' homes, and bullet holes were punched out of the iron walls, and the workers' houses on the third floor were cleaned up in just two minutes from top to bottom.

The gunfire stopped abruptly, as if nothing had happened, and the faint incandescent chandelier in the dimly lit room swayed gently in the air. The stench in the air is now mixed with the smell of blood and gunsmoke.

Kevin leaned against the cold tin corner, looking at AK47 beside him, who was only a bent distance, but he couldn't lift the arm that had been pierced through the shoulder by the bullet.

"Your right shoulder bone is already broken, don't force me to break your other side, even if it's good in the future, masturbation will be a problem." Shen Ming stood in front of Kevin, changing the MP7 magazine, he pulled up the collar of his combat suit, covering his mouth and nose, leaving only a pair of cold pupils outside.

"You're the damn Hades, aren't you? Kind of me now! Kevin exclaimed.

"I don't have to you, you're just the beginning, when I stand in front of the godfather, there is no place for the Mike family in Vegas City."

After the gunshots were gone, the workers who had scattered around and did good things slowly approached again. They didn't wait for them to push the door of the worker's house.

Shen Ming kicked open the door and walked out of it with the intervener, he was wearing a black combat uniform, his eyes were as cold as knives, and the frightened workers shrank again.

"For how long?" Shen Ming asked his assistant.

"8 minutes and 10 seconds, settle 37 minions, don't be complacent, there are dozens of strongholds and more than 1,000 people waiting for you in the back!" The mouse doesn't believe that Shen Ming can sweep like this.

"The number of people is just the number of times you pull the trigger, go to the next one." After Shen Ming finished speaking, he ran away.

At the same time, the Vegas Police Department's Receiving and Control Center, the fat operator with the number 9527, was eating his donut lunch while earning overtime pay.

"Hello, the number 9527 police officer is now at your service, are you in any trouble?" The fat man asked, sucking on the icing on his fingers.

"There are many kinds of evil in the world, but conniving at the evil to bully the fish and flesh is the evil of evil, if you can't protect the weak, do some work to clear the scene......" The voice of an electronic voice changer came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, this is a police hotline, not a psychiatric hotline, do you need me to help you transfer to a psychiatric department?" 9527 said sarcastically.

"From now on, I'll call every once in a while, now please go to the workers' house to clear the yard first." After Shen Ming finished speaking, he pulled the gunshot, which frightened the fat man, and immediately stopped being a prank and quickly reported to the top.

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