Armand isn't dead?!

This news was like a thunderbolt from the blue, Peter's brain buzzed, grabbed Huxley's collar, pressed his head on the coffee table, and roared hideously, "Fake, didn't you throw him into the Seine?" Make it clear to me! ”

"I... No, I think he can afford to wear such an expensive suit, he must be a rich man, and he wants to ask him for ransom, so I help him tie him up in the cellar. Huxley's voice was a little floating, and anyone who was held to the head with a gun was a little worried.

"Where's the cellar?"

Huxley turned to the bar and said, "Push that place away, there's the cellar down there." ”

When Peter heard this, he glanced at several employees around him, and they instantly understood, stuffed the gun into his pocket, stood in front of the bar, observed left and right a few times, held each other's hands, and pushed the bar away with all his strength, almost bursting blood vessels.

A mouthful of turbid air spewed up, and the choking person had a sore throat.

"Put him in jail." Peter pushed Huxley to the ground, condescendingly, with a nonchalant expression, "Don't let him die." ”

I took someone to climb down the ladder of the cellar with a flashlight, and there was a smell of urinary acid below, and I swept it with a flashlight, the environment was very bad, and even a mouse was very bold to squat in the corner and look at Peter, and I stayed in this place for a long time, which was simply devastating.

"Armand ......" The employee next to him suddenly exclaimed, stepped on the dust on the ground, and threw himself towards the place.

Peter hurriedly shone the flashlight over, and the scene in front of him made his scalp tingle, Armand was tied to a homemade cross, his head drooping, and his body was covered with wounds, and the most shocking thing was that several rats and cockroaches had crawled on him, and when the flashlight shone through, the "inhabitants" were obviously startled, and the screams were scattered.

"Let him go." Peter hurriedly shouted.

An employee hurriedly untied the rope, put Armand on the ground, and as soon as he touched his forehead, he exclaimed, "It's too hot, you must be sent to the hospital, or you will die." ”

"Quick, send it up."

The employees above hurriedly pulled Armand up, this movement naturally attracted everyone's attention, Huxley covered his injured leg, looked at the gate not far away, his expression was entangled, he didn't believe Peter's promise, who knows if the other party will suddenly regret it, the most unbelievable thing is the man's stinky mouth.

But there is a distance of nearly eighty meters from the gate, and the most important thing is that he is dragging a stump leg, I am afraid that he will be shot and killed indiscriminately before he runs a few steps, and now the only hope is...

Huxley couldn't help but look at the gunman in front of him and hold him hostage!

Obviously, not all blacks are stupid.

Huxley's eyes slowly became ruthless, he lifted half of his buttocks, his fingers touched his butt pocket, there was a blade inside, he sat on the ground and slowly moved over, staring at each other with his eyes, when he saw that the employee was about to turn his head, he directly burst out, like a wounded hungry wolf, doing the battle of trapped beasts, but I have to say that people are in a hurry, and their combat effectiveness soars.

At once, he threw the employee to the ground, wrapped one hand around his neck, the blade against the other's neck, red eyes, and yelled around, "Get out!" I don't care about you! ”

Huxley's movements were so smooth that it was impossible for someone who had a little hesitation in his heart to do so beautifully.

This set of actions is also within three seconds!

The surrounding employees raised their guns and surrounded Huxley in the middle, and fired absolutely at the first opportunity.

"Let me out, or I'll die with him." Saliva spilled from between Huxley's teeth, and his whole face looked like a mad psychopath, a little longer gone. ”

People who fell into madness rarely kept their sanity, and Huxley didn't spare any effort at all, and the employees under him began to roll their eyes at him.

Huxley saw that the people around him didn't dare to shoot, gritted his teeth, slowly stood up, the right side of his face spasmed in pain, dragged his injured leg and tried to retreat, roared in his mouth, and gradually retreated, he calculated the distance in his heart...

But what he didn't notice was that the hijacked employee and the other person's eyes matched.

Most of Gao Jun's employees are from the German special forces, and many of the codes or gestures between each other are figured out, and even many of them are back-to-back partners on the battlefield, so the added combat effectiveness is not as simple as 1+1 equals 2.

The kidnapped employee glanced to the right, his eyes fluttered three times in a row, and one of the employees opposite him bowed slightly.

When Huxley's heel hits the raised floor. His eyes lit up, he knew that he was going out, and he subconsciously shook his head, but this time, something went wrong, and the body of the employee who was held hostage in front of him suddenly fell to the right, and the inertia took Huxley crooked, and he staggered under his feet, but just like that, Huxley's upper body was directly exposed under the muzzle.

"Bang! Bang bang! "Three shots rang out in a row, bullets through the chest, one in the heart.

In fact, at the moment of being killed, the so-called residual conditioning is just a theory at all, and very few people can continue to chirp after being hit by a bullet, that only exists in the movie!

"Ahem," the kidnapped employee rubbed his neck and kicked Huxley in the head with indignation, his face turned pale, "Fake! ”

As if he was very puzzled, his leather shoes stepped on the corpse's face hard, and in an instant, he was unrecognizable.

"Angus, it's okay." Peter walked over, pushed the other man away, looked at Huxley's face, frowned, and turned his head, "Take Armand and withdraw!" The Parisian police are very smart-nosed. ”

A group of people ran out of the bar, and someone familiarly took pictures of the van parked in the alley, and also used prepared stickers to cover the color of the body, in order to avoid the camera.

The military-born employees were very sluggish, and they were all done in three or four minutes, and drove slowly away from the 11th arrondissement.

……

At this time, Gao Jun in the hospital received a call from an old Taoist priest in Mali.

"Boss, how's your health?" The old Taoist priest said roughly, but the concern in his tone could still be heard.

"Don't worry, the bullet has bitten a few times, and the life is still there." Gao Jun pretended to be relaxed, motioned to the nurse to push him around, and said with a smile, "You don't have to worry about me here, Bamako, you show me, where is my bureau, what is the attitude of that guy Liesin?" ”

"The Spanish garrison has been stationed in Bamako, I visited it before, but it was refused, apparently they are still haunted by that "accident", as for Liesin, that guy has already taken Kai, Segou, Timbuktu, a third of Mali has been defeated, but... He seemed to have a new thigh. "The old Taoist priest was a little worried," an informant from Bamako told me that Liesin seems to be doing business with other arms dealers in private, and I have also noticed that there is a lot of Russian-style equipment in their army! ”

Gao Jun habitually narrowed his eyes, "Russian-style equipment? Are those old hairy men planning to steal business with us? ”

"I don't know, I just feel that the situation in Mali and even in Africa has been getting more and more wrong recently, it seems to be like an oil drum, as soon as someone lights a cigarette, it will all explode, maybe... A new era of Africa is coming. ”

"Business is not good..."Gao Jun sighed.

Everyone wants to get a kick in the door, the arms business is covered by hooligans, and now the private arms dealers below are also breaking their heads, sometimes this does not mean that the competitiveness is great, but the vicious circle of wireless.

"Ignore the Russian-style equipment first, you send someone to contact the managers of other cities in Mali, and sell them weapons at a price less than 10 percent for Liesin, I now feel that the chaotic Mali is our paradise for making money."

"You're not going to support him?" The old Taoist priest asked suspiciously.

"We're arms dealers, and we'll support whoever we're guests, and I'll talk to Jimmy about the Spaniards, if... If you have time, Katyusha and Tiger tanks will pass by their camp and let them see that we are their "strong allies". ”

The old Taoist priest frowned, and smiled, "I understand, I am the best at this scary scene, I have to let those foreign devils know that Bamako and Madrid are close to 7,000 kilometers!" ”

… I want to talk about "The Strongest Arms Dealer" with more like-minded people; Talk about life and find a confidant~