Gao Jun strained his waist and abdomen, sat up from the bed, smoothed the clothes on his body, walked over and opened the door through a gap, then walked into the bathroom next to him, turned on the faucet and waved a little cold water on his face, and saw Peter walking in with a black bag through the mirror, Gao Jun tore off the towel to wipe the water stains on his face, and said, "Got the thing?" ”

"I took it, but something went wrong in the middle." Peter said in a deep voice, Gao Jun's hand paused, and his brows furrowed involuntarily, "What's the matter?" Tell me clearly. ”

Peter dragged out everything that had happened in front of the café, and finally concluded, "We've thrown him far away, and no one will find out for a while." ”

Gao Jun touched his chin, he is a very cautious person, any little thing may bury him, pondered for a moment, motioned with his chin to put the black bag on the bed, unzipped the zipper, and wrapped the gun in oiled paper, there are a total of four 92FS self-loading pistols, and three 19mm Uqi pistols produced by Israel Military Industries Co., Ltd., which is a shortened version of the Uzi submachine gun, which can only shoot semi-automatically, although the standard equipment is a 20-round magazine, the pistol is also compatible with all standard Uqi magazines. The huge body of the gun absorbs recoil, so it is easier to control when firing in rapid succession, and it is also famous in the killer world, and this gun in the dark web costs close to 700 dollars!

"Tonight, kill Cork!" Gao Jun combined the gun and ammunition, pulled the load, pressed the safety, and put it under the pillow and said.

"Tonight?" Peter was stunned and frowned, "Isn't this too much of a hurry?" ”

Gao Jun squinted, shook his head, and glanced out the window, "I'm afraid it won't work tomorrow, can't you see that guy Cork?" If he were still alive, it would be difficult for us to get out of France tomorrow. ”

"So, we have to send him to God." Gao Jun said ruthlessly, his face was relieved, "Send two clever and agile people, and when the matter is done, fly to Africa overnight, remember, you must kill him, I promised my old friend that Proswan will have to change the president tomorrow, but I can't let him down." ”

"Understood, I'll arrange it."

Gao Jun waved his hand, and when Peter withdrew, he tapped his knees and sang a Malian folk song.

……

"Ahh

Cork screamed, glaring at the doctor in front of him, with blue tendons protruding on his forehead, lying on the bed, his back covered with sweat stains, and scolding, "Light, **!" ”

Of course, the doctor knew who Cork was, the president of Proswan Industries, shouted as soon as he came in, it was difficult to think about it, he was going to help him with anesthetic, but this guy disagreed, thinking that the anesthetic would hurt the brain, and only half anesthesia was allowed, but this half-anesthetic watched the doctor sit on his lap and operate, the blood... The fibrous cortex, looking at his scalp, he couldn't help but scream.

After a lot of effort, I saw the bullet stuck in the bone, clamped it with tweezers, and broke it down vigorously, everyone exhaled at the same time, threw the bullet into the basin, and the chief surgeon said to the nurse, "Stitch up the wound." ”

Nurses wearing masks methodically sewed back the wounds, and a group of people pushed Cork out of the operating room, where many people were already standing, including the Proswan directors who heard the news.

"Doctor, how's Cork doing?" An old man with a full head of armor and one-sided glasses holding a cane, supported by someone next to him, saw that the operating room was opened, he leaned over nervously and asked, looking at Cork on the bed with concern in his eyes.

"God forbid, almost, the bullet almost hit the major artery." The doctor took off his mask and said with palpitations.

"Uncle Barty," Cork opened his eyes weakly, and the old man hurriedly stretched out his shriveled hand and said nervously and softly, "Child, it's okay, the doctor said it's okay to rest for a few days." ”

"I want revenge!" Cork gritted his teeth, reacted very strongly, raised his head with all his strength, as if venting the depression in the center of his heart, and Barty, who pinched him, couldn't help frowning, but still gently caressed and comforted, and whispered, "When you heal your injuries, I will definitely help you, I have made an appointment with Director Kenneth of the Paris Police Department, and when the time comes, I will arrest the Chinese." ”

What happened in the Louvre, Barty already knew what happened, the president of Proswan was actually injured in the middle of the people, this is already a provocation, as a local industrial enterprise standing in Paris, if you want to survive in such a metropolis, you must not admit it.

No matter who is behind him, he must show the toughness he deserves.

Cork gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tiredly, and his face was a little obscure, and he swore in his heart that he would make the Chinese pay, and those women... He looks very beautiful, and when he thinks of this, he has a little heat in his lower abdomen.

When being pushed into the intensive care ward by the nurse, Cork also secretly put his hand into the hem of the nurse, the nurse stiffened, lowered her head, and smiled at the corner of Cork's mouth, looking around a little weakly, seeing that the colleagues around him did not find out, and did not dare to scream, so she could only endure the harassment of the other party.

"You have a good rest, there are people guarding outside, you can call them if you have something." Barty, who was old and couldn't stay up late, began to doze off, and asked the person next to him to help him up and said to Cork.

Cork tried to sit up, but was held down by Barty, "I'll come back to see you tomorrow." ”

"Uncle Barty walks slowly." After seeing the old man leave, Cork couldn't wait to say to the doctor, "Go out, I'll ring the bell if I have something, and the nurse will stay for a while." ”

The doctor turned his head to look at the nurse who lowered his head D cup, his face was strange, and he scolded the pervert in his heart, this has already been injured like this, and he was still thinking about the lower body, why didn't the bullet move up a little and castrate this guy?

"Bridget, you stay here to talk to Mr. Cork." The male doctor squeezed out a smile and said, before leaving, he also glanced at the nurse's chest and swallowed his saliva, a little envious.

Rich people are really good.

They walked out, and as soon as they closed the door, they heard exclamations from inside.

"Hey, hurry up, don't eavesdrop here." A white bodyguard at the door scares with a tiger face, "Be careful that I screw your head off." ”

"Jack, don't scare people, you're too ugly." The bodyguard on the other side leaning against the wall said with a smile, waving his hand, signaling the medical staff to leave quickly, while he leaned over and secretly looked inside, and sighed, "You said that they are really rich, and I saw that the nurse just now was too big." He gestured to his chest, and his mouth let out a sigh of admiration.

The sound insulation inside is not very good, and a slightly irritating sound comes out, and the two of them are a little angry.

……

"Squeak~"

An Audi car was parked in front of the hospital, and the driver's window was open, revealing Peter's old wrinkled face, with a cigarette, sunglasses, and a coquettish haircut in the rearview mirror, "You can see clearly, kill that person, I'll wait for you at the back door." ”

"Okay." There was a dull sound of answer from the back seat, and the sound of pulling the bolt, and from the rearview mirror, two bodyguards were seen walking down from both sides, lifting their suits, hiding their guns, and walking towards the hospital.

Peter blew on his suit, twisted the car keys, lit the fire, and slowly started the car.

One of them saw a doctor walk in from a room, his eyes moved, he glanced behind him, and found that the nearest patients were four or five meters away, so he staggered to the door and glanced at the sign, "Changing room." ”

He tried to press the handle, but he heard a soft sound, the door was locked, and with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he slipped into it sideways, and there was a movement inside, so quiet, that no one outside could hear it.

About a minute later, the door opened, and a male doctor wearing a mask walked out, with his name still hanging on the sign on his chest, "Grover. Grosvenor! ”

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