If one day, there are street battles in Hong Kong, then this noisy and crowded modern city will become a "meat grinder" even more terrifying than Stalingrad and Grozny. Russell's most intuitive impression after arriving in Hong Kong.

Every time he walked down the crowded streets, he felt a sense of helplessness that was difficult to put into words, as if a bullet would 'shoot' at him at any moment and didn't know where to 'shoot' at him. One of the characteristics of all the big cities in Asia is that they are overwhelmingly crowded except at night.

Every time he walked through these streets, Kurt would figure out how to fight in the streets here. In each hypothetical battle, he was helpless against the city, which was made of concrete and steel, despite the heavy artillery, incendiary weapons and bulldozers. These high-quality building materials provide strong enough cover and complex enough terrain to form a natural defensive zone for fortification. And for such a fortified area, there is only one best way to attack, which is to completely destroy and flatten it with firepower.

That is, no one is going to have a street fight here. Even the mere thought of that makes one despair.

So Kurt was pleased with the decision to carry out an assassination operation here. The "Scythe" and Naoto Echizen's "Echizen Army" had entered Hong Kong at Bob's request to make final preparations before the assassination. Kurt brought Martin? Lawrence and Lee, and Echizen Naoto also assigned three people to follow the Cotter operation, all of them dressed as Chinese, responsible for the peripheral intelligence gathering of the operation, and would also directly participate in the operation when they had to.

"Honda, the Chinese think 'six' is an auspicious number, right?"

When he was bored, Martin asked a Japanese man. They agreed that since it was difficult to remember the names and faces of the Japanese, they called the three people Honda, Toyota, and Suzuki. If anyone joins, they will be called Hiroshima and Nagasaki respectively, of course, this is just a joke in the 'private' of the three people.

"And 'eight'."

Honda's English is not very bright, so when it comes to talking to these Americans, his answers are simple.

"Oh, we're talking about 'six' now, and we should talk about 'seven' instead of 'eight' in order, so you just have to answer my question and don't be too smart in front of me." Lawrence looked at Honda with a malicious smile, knowing that his English with a Tennessee accent was a serious test for the Japanese. "'Six' is definitely an auspicious number, like the number of people we have now."

Honda only understood the last sentence and quickly nodded in agreement.

"And in our opinion, 'six' is a terrible number, especially when there are three 'six'." Martin sighed. "Now I understand why we are looking for trouble with the Chinese everywhere, it is not a matter of race, but God's will. Our devil is actually the luck of the Chinese. Honda, I hope you Japanese don't have this habit. ”

"That's, Martin."

Before Honda could reply, Lee interrupted him.

"As long as it's a number, the Chinese will think it's a symbol of luck, not just what you say 'six'." In this sense, the Chinese are probably the most optimistic race in the world, they don't seem to know what sorrow is, and their favorite phrase is 'look forward'. ”

Martin looked at Lee with a grin. "Seems to know the Chinese well?"

Lee shrugged his shoulders. "I have an ancestor who went to China and lived there for a long time."

"I think your ancestors must have been busy transporting opium to China at that time." Kurt suddenly interjected. "I heard that one or two hundred years ago, Chinese 'smoked' opium as much as New Yorkers smoke heroin today, but now this is not a problem for China at all, which is really a miracle."

"At that time, we called them 'the sick men of East Asia.'" Honda suddenly 'interjected'.

But now things have changed, Japanese monkeys. Kurt sneered inwardly. Do you think time will be reversed, and there will be another Pacific War? At that time, you did not take out China, and now there is no chance, only the Americans can determine the direction of the world, and from this point of view, your situation is as pitiful as that of the Chinese.

"Our goal hasn't been achieved yet?" He asked Martin, who was in charge of the observation in front of the window.

Martin shook his head in disappointment.

"Today's goal is missing, and this week is the sixth time. How many days a week, Kurt? ”

That is, there is no fixed time for the goal. Perhaps the biggest difference between Easterners and Westerners is their perception of time. Kurt didn't understand why their activities couldn't be more regular, then he could take out the M82 sniper rifle in the box and shoot it out the window at a fixed time, but now, he had to go out into the street to find a possible 'sex'. Can you imagine a Caucasian man running wildly between a large group of yellows with a rifle?

The only thing that is certain is that the target usually takes only one bodyguard. Maybe it's really a good idea to hit the streets.

And the Japanese look no different from the Chinese.

An Nianrong did not go to her office today, but at An Nianping's request, she took Chu Jiangnan to his residence on the top of Taiping Mountain to be a guest. An Nianping was very nervous about time, so he didn't book a table at the restaurant outside for dinner, but his chef prepared a simple Western meal at the accommodation. But at this time, who cares what is eaten at this meal?

Looking at the *** in the bay in the distance, An Nianrong couldn't help but let out a long sigh. "Big brother, you're really going to enjoy it."

Putting down the knife and fork in his hand, An Nianping smiled indifferently.