At night, it is always liked by some people who steal chickens and dogs.

The moon in Baghdad, perhaps more timid than elsewhere, burrowed into the clouds as soon as evening.

But the streets were not stable, with sparse figures and dotted dots, pretending to be muffled voices one after another, and ambitionists of all factions looking for their opportunities at night.

Searchlights on the top floor of the HWP Group tower swept around the station, with the occasional figure flashing.

No one noticed that in the corner of a small remote building in the northwest corner, a curtain was slowly lifted from the corner, and a gun barrel was protruding from it, and the gun was held by a white man with sunglasses, with a cigarette in his mouth, observing the defense of HWP, and behind him two local Iraqi couples were helped, making movements in fear and trembling.

"Shhh The white man turned around, put his finger to his mouth, his voice was very magnetic, with a bit of a Western European accent, quite a bit of tongue and deep, his eyes looked through the sunglasses, he couldn't see anything, but it made people have a kind of fear from the soul, the two people nodded busily, but suddenly, two dull gunshots, the two hostages had a blood hole in the middle of their heads, and suddenly their eyes widened, and they couldn't look at each other!

The white man blew on the Glock-shaped pistol silencer in his hand, rubbed his temples with a headache, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I think about it, I'd better send you to God, the world is too bitter." ”

The tone was sad and pitiful, but the words made people shudder.

Just as he took out a chocolate from his pocket and was about to replenish his energy, his phone rang inappropriately, which made him frown with the chocolate in his mouth, he hated that someone called him during the mission, it would affect him.

His friends knew that.

But he was able to call at this time, obviously there was something urgent, and after hesitating for a while, he still connected, and before he could speak, a very anxious cry sounded inside, "Bethleman, give up the mission!" ”

"Hey, man, what are you panicking about?" Bethleman heard the voice of his old partner Yellen, very dissatisfied, but more also a little confused, according to the reason, they have cooperated for a long time, when he was discharged from the SAS, for a while he could not find the means to survive, Yellen brought him into the ranks of killers, helped him take over the task, and found out the strength of the target, for evaluation, Bethleman is responsible for the operation, the cooperation between the two is seamless, and the task of sniping the members of the HWP group is also his responsibility, any employee, $30,000 or $100,000 for management!

For Bethlerman, this is simply a door-to-door bill.

You know, he has a nickname in the killer world, "Piano Player!" ”

Yellen on the other end of the phone spoke in a dull tone, "Don't ask, someone is one step ahead of you, remember Schesman?" ”

"The Scotsman? Of course I remember, when I was in Afghanistan before, this guy robbed me of my target, Fack! I really want to shoot him in the head, is his goal the same as mine? Bethleman asked with a very ugly face.

"He... He's dead! Yellen was silent for a while, and then his tone was complicated, "He, including his team, a total of eighteen people, was surrounded outside the village of Baghdad, and was blown to ashes by a single shot, in addition to him, nearly ten mercenary groups including the Bloodfire Mercenary Group and the Demon Fang Mercenary Group were also killed, and all of them were tasked with ending the HWP Group without exception!" I think... You will also be the target. ”

Hunters turn into prey?!

Beslerman was stunned, but in just a second, the brain quickly made a judgment and left here!

Unconditional trust in Yellen, as well as caution about his own life, when he was selected for SAS, his instructor said, "Only by saving your life can you have the capital to complete the mission, in any case, please live, even if your enemies let you eat." ”

After a hurried conversation, Bethleman was ready to take Shako's TRG rifle off the window.

“poog！！”

Suddenly, a huge explosion sounded the piercing abnormality of this originally slightly quiet space instantly, which was very abrupt, so frightened that Bestman grunted and directly shrunk his neck, listening to the gunfire not far away, his eyes widened, and his hands slowly climbed to the edge of the window, cautiously popping out his eyes, staring carefully below, the corner of the HWP Group station was pierced!

A thick cloud of smoke coiled up, and it was obvious that someone was taking advantage of this opportunity to attack!

Not to be outdone, the HWP employees who were also on the tower were also not to be outdone, the heavy machine guns on it were constantly strafing, and the shouting could be heard from inside.

“omg！ Is this a world war? Beselman whispered a few words, looking at the crumbling defense line of the hwp, he was thinking, whether he should join in himself, maybe, if he was lucky, he could fight an autumn breeze, and 20,000 dollars was also money, and when he hesitated a little, he saw a sudden roar, and the corner that was blown up slammed into a giant Mac.

“e-75！！” Bestman's pupils shrank suddenly, and he watched the giant rampant!

E-75 is one of the German E series tanks in World War II, weighing 75~80 tons, its hull size and armor configuration are basically the same as E-50, but E-75 is heavier, its hull has 8 load-bearing wheels on each side, while E-50 has only 6. The real difference between the E-75 and the E-50 is that its turret, gun configuration, and more powerful engines can be pushed out more than ten meters away in an instant, and those attackers could not have imagined that they would actually send out tanks.

Drive a tank at night ...

Aren't you afraid of being killed?

Bestman's legs were a little sore from squatting for a long time, he touched the cold sweat on his forehead, took out the cross from his chest, and took a deep breath, "I seem to hear God calling me back to worship." ”

He hurriedly packed up his sniper rifle and cautiously exited.

The room was as it was except for the smell of blood.

……

Gao Jun had a gloomy face, followed by Ivan Peter and others, who were also woken up, and more than a dozen bodyguards surrounded him.

"There are really people who dare to try it!" Gao Jun almost gritted his teeth and spoke.

Everyone on the side could feel his anger, he just sent a "gift" in the morning and attacked someone in the evening, these people... It seems that you really want to have the most primitive violence with yourself!

"Take a prisoner! I want to know who they are. Gao Jun looked at Ivan with straight eyes, and pointed his finger on the latter's shoulder, "If hundreds of people let them run away, you will go to the kitchen for me to be a cook!" ”

Ivan also looked serious, nodded, looked at the attacker who was pulled in the standing circle, gritted his teeth, pushed away an employee, snatched an assault rifle from him, took off his clothes, and spat on the ground, "I screwed off the heads of those guys with my own hands!" ”

After he finished speaking, he rushed forward with the people.

"I hate the smell," Gao Jun muttered, turning around and walking towards the office in the security zone.

……

"Withdraw! Remove! Murakami shouted with heart-rending red eyes, he finally regretted his blind behavior a little.

I did sneak in the night at first, but who knows, fuck! Those damn Yin Bi actually put a mine in the corner of the wall, and before the Tengu members who were walking in the front could react, they were directly blown over, and before they died, they screamed in horror...

Everyone is afraid of death...

Tengu are also human, and although they are ninjas, they are not as invincible as in the movies.

Murakami secretly screamed badly, so he had a firefight with the defenders, and was dragged to the present, and the other party was also a group of veterans with rich battles, plus fire support, Tengu couldn't find cover for the time being, and two were killed...

Mission Failed!

What Murakami can do now is to minimize the damage.

However, is HWP the place where he can come whenever he wants?

Two or three hundred people rushed in different directions, and even if the tengu occupied a ruin to resist, it looked pitiful.

"Call for support! Let our men support us, these bastards won't let us out of the fight. The scarred man, nicknamed the Rat, roared, his face covered in blood, and his forehead was scratched by the splintered stone that had just been splashed.

Murakami hesitated a little, and at this moment, a tengu "snorted", was shot in the shoulder, and fell directly to the ground, and the assault rifle was thrown aside, but someone rushed up and was so frightened that he hurriedly took out his pistol to fight back!

"Isn't it! Do you want us all to die here? Bastard! Seeing this, the rat shark roared angrily.

Murakami gritted his teeth, his eyes swept over the other party, and the sly in the rat's pupils... Murakami's heart suddenly tightened, and he also understood that this guy was forcing himself, looking at the eyes of other tengus, they were all a little longing, if reinforcements came, perhaps, they would be saved.

"Damn it!" Murakami screamed angrily, but on this battlefield, coupled with the thorns on the side, if he dared to disagree, perhaps, someone behind him would kill him.

Murakami had no choice but to switch the communication channel and hurriedly shouted in Japanese, "Request support, request support..."

…

In the island villa in the safe zone, it was originally very quiet, but suddenly there was a rapid sound, and the staff who had already prepared jumped up from the bed and joined in their respective positions in an orderly manner.

"What's going on? What's going on? ”

Taketa Aso, who was wearing a pajamas, walked out of the room with messy hair, grabbed a staff member who ran by, and asked.

When the staff member saw the other party, he lowered his head and said anxiously, "Just now, the island country channel received a distress message from Murakami-kun. ”

"Murakami? Asking for wine? Taketa Aso was a little confused, but in an instant, his eyebrows jumped, and his voice pulled, "What are you talking about!" What the hell is going on? ”

"Mr. Taketa, I don't know either, but... If Murakami-kun doesn't support it again, I'm afraid he will be wiped out. ”

Taketa Aso felt his feet stumble and fell backwards, holding on to the door frame, so frightened that the staff member hurriedly reached out to support him, and heard the former hiss and ask, "Where is it?" ”

"HWP Group Residency!"

…… I want to talk about "The Strongest Arms Dealer" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~