Chapter 273: Shot!
"The police have received a report that they heard gunshots, and they can't cover it!" Folga said nervously.
Barty's eyes froze, and his body subconsciously leaned forward, "My friend, cover me for another half an hour, as long as half an hour, my matter will be solved." β
"Fack! I help you, who will help me? My political enemies were staring at me, and I didn't want to go back to Lyon. Forgia slammed back very unceremoniously, raising at least four or five tones in his voice, and at the end with a slight warning, "It's not someone in Paris who has the final say!" β
"Damn it!"
Barty finally couldn't help but smash the phone directly on the ground, and the VERTU, which was worth more than 30,000 US dollars, was quite durable, rolled a few times on the grass, and lay on the ground in gray.
"Ahem, cough, cough..."Barty didn't lift it in one breath, bent over, almost coughed up his lungs, The monster hurriedly went up and gently patted Barty's back, looking at it with worried eyes, the latter stretched out his old hand, motioned him to stop, leaned on the wheelchair, his face was a little tired, and he was even more pale, and said with great difficulty, "I don't have long to live, the hospital has given me a death sentence, but I am not willing to live in this life, my only son has followed someone else's surname Decker for decades, and watched the old dog die." Can... In the end he was killed. Is Elliott destined not to have offspring? β
He held his head high, looking at the sky in almost despair, and the old age spots on his face told the story of the former killer, and now he was drooping...
"Monster!" Barty suddenly grabbed the other party's wrist with his backhand, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with hope, pain, despair in his eyes but very firmly, "I want him to die, I want him to die!" β
Looking down at the veteran who grabbed his wrist, The Monster finally spoke, very calmly, "You bought me from the African chieftain more than ten years ago, you trained me to be the most ferocious killer, and you also taught me to kill, I will pay you back." β
Barty was stunned and tried to raise his head, the sunlight was a little dazzling, making him can't help but squint his eyes, in disbelief, "You... Complaining about me? β
The monster looked at Barty deeply, and slowly picked up his hand to lift Barty's chin, and there was no wave in his pupils, "Do you remember?" When I was seven years old, your pit bull bit me, and I punched it and burst its eyeballs, but afterwards, you broke one of my legs, and I lay in bed for two months! Since then, I've understood that I... It's not as good as a dog! β
As he spoke, his hand slowly grew stronger, pinching Barty's chin a little out of shape.
I'm scared!
Barty began to get scared, narrowed his pupils, and could only watch with cloudy eyes as the monster picked up the coffee on the table, blew into the steaming cup, and despite Barty's struggles, poured all the coffee into his mouth, and some of it even flowed through his nostrils, and Barty's throat and eyes choked instantly.
"Drink! You give me a drink! The monster was hideous, and finally threw the cup away, put his hands around Barty's neck, and roared in a low voice, "Why did you buy me back from Africa, why did you keep me alive..."
Only he understands how much pain he has suffered over the years.
Sometimes, it's better to live than to die.
Barty's struggle gradually weakened, his eyes widened, and he was strangled to death in a wheelchair, like a piece of rotten meat...
The monster knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, in pain, sadly touched Barty's cheek, and lay on top of him and wept, but at last the cry turned into a shrill laugh, and finally the laughter grew louder and louder.
After about half a cup of tea, he stood up, wiped his hands, closed Barty's eyes, and kissed him on the cheek, "Don't worry, I'll send that Asian to meet you." β
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Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport.
The bodyguard escorted Jimmy through the VIP channel, just entered the terminal, the private phone in his pocket shook, stopped, took out his mobile phone in confusion, saw Gao Jun's caller ID, was slightly stunned, pressed to connect, smiled and was about to speak, there was a rapid and deafening gunfire on the opposite side, Gao Jun hurriedly shouted, "Jimmy, Shesirt Street, I was attacked, and there were heavy casualties!" β
Jimmy's complexion changed suddenly, his voice raised suddenly, and the passengers waiting for the plane around him were all noisy, turning their heads and frowning.
"You wait, I'll come here." Jimmy hung up the phone, frowned, and said to the bodyguard behind him with a solemn face, "Guevaro, you take people to Shesirt Street, Mr. Gao was attacked and trapped in a building, your responsibility is to support him, and you must ensure his safety!" β
"Yes, sir." Guevaro was a standard Western European, tall, with a deep confidence in his eyes, but with a bit of La CruΓ±a dialect, he ordered a few bodyguards and ran out quickly towards the door.
Jimmy looked at Guevaro's back and took a deep breath, at this time, Gao Jun must not have an accident!
The interests of Bamako or the whole of Mali can be pressed on the heads of the other side, and if Gao Jun dies in France, the interest group that has been gathered with great difficulty may be turned into powder in an instant, which is not the result he wants at present.
"God, for the sake of the dollar, we must not let anything happen to him." Jimmy prayed to himself.
Guevaro is an officer he dug from JTF-2 with a lot of money, that is the only special forces force in Canada, once followed the big brother United States in overseas wars have a good performance, once in the street battle in the northern town of Tuzhurmatu in YLK, there were ten JTF-2 soldiers surrounded by nearly 300 reactionary forces, and they forced to occupy favorable terrain to support the US Rangers to reinforce, but suffered heavy casualties, four dead and three wounded, and Guevaro was the commander of this force at that time.
With his ability, it should be easy to rescue Gao Jun.
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"Woo!"
There was a roar at the entrance of Shesirt Street, and I saw a motorcycle rushing over, the driver pressed the brakes, the tail of the motorcycle flicked forward, and the chic and elegant sudden stop, shook out his hand and made a gesture, and the helmet blocked most of the sound, "Shepherd hasn't solved it yet?" The police are coming! β
"The idea is too hard." The man who looked like the commander of the shepherd, wearing a skull mask, looked at his watch, frowned, pressed the headphones and said in a deep voice, "There's no time, withdraw!" β
βShepherdοΌ 500,000 dollars is ahead, you go first...", a deep refusal came from the earphones, "I'm not leaving, I'm going to screw his head off." β
"Damn it, plumbing, obey orders!" The shepherd was dissatisfied, and scolded, "Do you want us all to die here with you?" Get out of here. β
At this time, the alarm bell in the distance rang rapidly, getting closer and closer.
"Hurry up, there's no time, the police are coming, if we wait for their big force to come, we won't be able to escape." The cockroach on the motorcycle angrily urged into the headphones, "Water pipe, don't you want your sister?" β
The sound of the water pipe in the headphones stopped, but then he ran out of the convenience store with a swearing look, and glared at the cockroach with his fierce eyes, "I almost hit him." β
"Retreat!"
The shepherd gave the order, and the group ran towards the western corner, jumped into the prepared van and retreated according to the predetermined route.
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Facing the stairs, Peter pricked up his ears and moved, with a little joy on his face for the rest of his life, and said to Gao Jun, who was leaning against the corner, "Boss, the police are here." β
But Gao Jun's face was a little pale with pain, Peter noticed that something was wrong and hurriedly rushed over, and saw Gao Jun's right hand covering the left shoulder bone, and a trace of blood spilled out of it.
"Shot?!"
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