Outside of Boston, an abandoned factory.

Lin Bei was tied to the sewer pipe column, his face was full of scars, there were some blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and his glasses were hanging on the bridge of his nose, dangling, it seemed that there was more air coming out than in.

And next to them were four black men, playing with the business card in their hands, watching it repeatedly.

"Hey, I think it's gold." One of the blacks with dyed yellow hair flicked off his business card with his hand, making a very crisp sound, so he boldly wanted to lick it with his tongue, but was stopped, and the old black on the left, who was a little older, made a tiger face, "Idiot, this is not Zimbabwean cow dung soup." He lowered his voice, his right eyebrow on the same side, and looked at everyone, "I don't think the owner of this business card seems to be simple." ”

"Pol, go ask that Asian, who is this?"

This old black obviously has a bit of prestige among the crowd, and the sunspot who was called by him stood up, looking very stupid from his face, his eyes reluctantly converged from the business card, his intuition told himself that this business card was enough for him to eat a good meal in Zimbabwe, walked in front of Lin Bei, punched the latter's stomach, and said in his mouth, "Do you say it?!" ”

Vomit!

Lin Bei had a spasm, his face became even paler, the glasses fell to the ground, clicked, and were trampled by the other party.

"If you don't say it, say it quickly!" This Pol knew that he was reckless, and when the old black saw this, he hurriedly jumped off the small platform, "Hey, hey, are you going to kill him?" Bohr? ”

But he didn't answer.

"Did you ask questions? Idiot! ”

Pol was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and muffled, "Do you need to ask?" ”

This left the other three speechless for a while.

The yellow-haired black man even grumbled, "I just said, you shouldn't bring this idiot, he cost us 20 billion Zimbabwean dollars!" ”

"Enough, don't say these meaningless words again, we're here to get rich, do you want to watch Pol starve to death in the village?" Lao Hei glared at the other party fiercely, scolded, and then pushed Pol away and stood in front of Lin Bei.

In fact, it was also an accident that they kidnapped Lin Bei.

Who let this guy walk alone on the street? And he is also an Asian, who in the world now doesn't know that Asians are the best bully, and at the same time they are the richest group of people, originally planned to knock on the stick and then rob, but Lin Bei's belongings were only 17 US dollars, and the angry other party directly tied him up, planning to extort some living expenses.

"Tell me, whose business card is this?"

Lin Bei raised his head, his left cheek was swollen, his eyes were squeezed into a slit, the corners of his mouth were drooping with blood-stained saliva, he looked miserable, and his throat and eyes snorted, "Nigu... Lars. Tang Dynasty! ”

"What's so strange about that name?" Pol muttered, and the old black looked at him and turned his head again, "What does he do?" The first sound was too soft, only to see Lin Bei's lips moving, so he leaned his head over, imagining, the act of biting off the other party's ear did not happen at all, this is about to be beaten out of the, how can you have this strength, and an ordinary student, how can you have this courage?

To a certain extent, we are sheep.

And this society and the world are fighting like the laws of the forest.

"Uncle, what did he say?" The yellow-haired black man asked.

"I didn't hear it, I just heard it, Paul... Bodyguards, whatever. Lao Hei frowned and said, when the former heard it, his eyes lit up, "This bodyguard must be a rich man, is our money going to be less?" ”

$3 million is less?

In fact, they were completely blind at first, and they had no concept of this data at all, they only knew that they had to carry paper money to take the bus in Zimbabwe, 1 billion at a time!

I guess the $3 million is a little bit worth.

It's only been two days since I've been in Boston, and I haven't had much of an idea, it's like going from one hell to another.

While they were discussing, two pitch-black vans had already driven to a stop two hundred meters away from the abandoned factory, and when they got closer, the sound of the engine was easily audible (knocking on the blackboard, knowledge points!). ）。

The little angel sitting in the co-pilot pushed open the door, pulled the door open horizontally, and 14 people got out of the two cars.

"Get things out." He said to the two employees, who pulled an iron box out of the car, carried it to the ground, and opened it, which was full of parts of firearms, mostly pistols, and short punches.

On the territory of Eagle Sauce, you still need a little restraint.

They can't do it with the heavy cops! Of course, it is worth the number of people, but in the same way, as the main encirclement force of the state, they are not simple in terms of equipment and personnel training, and no matter how bullish the people are, they have to kneel in front of the crowd tactics.

Smack.

The little angel is loaded with a P7 pistol, another classic semi-automatic pistol from Heckler Koch, which is designed to meet the needs of the German police and is very safe to use. In addition to the German police, the anti-terrorist special police unit GSG9 and the special forces of the West German Army also procured P7 pistols. Greek manufacturers produced the EP7 pistol according to the drawings of the P8M7, which is also the standard pistol of the Greek police. Mexican manufacturers also produce their own P7 pistols locally after obtaining a license from Heckler-Koch.

This gun is also relatively safe.

It is not necessary to place the gun in firing condition before firing. The grip safety is very bullish, which engages the trigger with the standby and firing mechanism. When shooting, simply hold the grip in your hand and pull the trigger, and the pistol will stand by and release the firing pin.

When the gun is accidentally dropped, the grip is released and the pistol is immediately in a safe state to prevent misfire.

Inside the umbrella, except for Soviet goods, the favorite is the German system.

But the woolly bear goods are very reckless on the battlefield, and they are typical of the front, but if they are in rescuing hostages and fighting terrorism, it is a little weak, and they are a little weak, and the German craft is still very powerful in terms of arms, even after becoming a defeated country in World War II, they can maintain deterrence against other countries in Europe.

To this end, John also spent more than 700,000 US dollars to buy a batch of German weapons from the Germans for the bodyguards.

"Action!"

I've said everything in the car, so there's so much to say.

What is certain is that there are definitely not many people in the house and it is not a planned crime, otherwise, it will not be stupid enough not to set up dark spots, and the Boston intelligence department is not-eaten, if there is a large-scale endangerment of social personnel entering, there will definitely be a record, Eagle sauce's cameras cover a wide range, of course, most of these are private house installations, they pay too much attention to human rights, so that many police officers need to find cameras when handling cases, and they have to ask the owner.

The 14 people were divided into two groups, and went around from the left and right, which went unusually well, and when they arrived in a room, they finally heard the shouting from inside, and the little angel leaned against the corner of the wall, signaling the employees behind to observe. The latter cautiously poked his head out and glanced at it, then quickly retracted it and used tactical gestures at them.

"The four gangsters didn't find any weapons, and the hostages were inside."

No weapons?

This was good news, but in order to prevent the trapped beast from fighting, the little angel still instructed several employees to go around and motioned for them to attack through the side windows.

By the way, when the second hand hits the specified time, they are like cheetahs, jumping in from various openings, and some kicking the door.

This movement directly frightened the old blacks inside.

Looking at a dozen people who came in with guns, their brains were blank on the spot, but there were also people who were fierce, the yellow-haired black man took out a knife from his pocket and stabbed it in the ribs of a nearest employee.

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