A month later, Scotland, Glasgow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was late at night, and it was quiet on the container terminal of the port.

It wasn't until three off-road vehicles turned onto the dock that the vehicle parked next to the container flashed its headlights a few times, and then several other vehicles came out of the shadows.

When the three buggies approached, Vincent got out of the car.

Nearby, the subordinates who came with him also got out of the car one after another, and they also raised their vigilance.

There are only seven people on the other side, and except for the guy who took the lead, the other six are not easy to mess with.

Of course, Vincent is not a good type.

Vincent called two of his men, and the guy across from him called two of his men.

When they were about five meters apart, both sides stopped at the same time.

"Are you ready?"

"Where's the money?"

According to the unwritten rule, this illegal transaction is to pay first and deliver later.

The man snapped his fingers, and one of his men behind him removed the backpack from his shoulder and threw it to Vincent.

Vincent didn't say much, and nodded to his man on his left.

It was a pocket of cash, all large denominations of dollars, and all old unnumbered bills according to Vincent's request, a total of two million.

After counting, his men nodded at Vincent, and then walked back with their backpacks.

Only then did Vincent beckon.

More than 100 meters away, a large container truck turned on its headlights and slowly drove towards this direction.

As the van approached, Vincent asked one of his men to open the container.

The man on the other side also waved his hand and asked one of his men to inspect the goods.

The containers were filled with munitions, all of them fresh from the factory, with thousands of rifles, 100 light machine guns, dozens of boxes of grenades, and millions of rounds of ammunition of all kinds.

The market value of these arms is more than eight million dollars.

After making sure the cargo was in good condition, the guy asked his men to drive an SUV over.

There were also three backpacks in the car, which contained six million dollars.

At this point, the deal is complete.

The next thing to do is to go their separate ways.

Vincent didn't say hello to the other party, and there was no need for this, because it was only a business relationship, and there was no personal relationship at all.

Just as he turned to walk towards the car, his men who followed him fell to the ground.

What's going on!?

By the time Vincent reacted, two of his other men with backpacks had also fallen, and both of them had been shot in the head.

Black eats black?

Vincent immediately lay down and looked back.

It's not black eating black.

Behind him, the buyer had been killed, and two of the men brought by the buyer were shot and fell to the ground.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

"Bang, bang, bang......"

In an instant, there was a burst of gunfire.

It's just that everyone is firing blindly, and they don't know where the enemy is.

Almost at the same time, several more of Vincent's men were killed by flying bullets.

By this time, Vincent had already seen that the enemy was lying in ambush on top of the surrounding containers, and they were using sniper rifles with mufflers installed.

The sound of gunfire was minimal, and the muzzle flash was faint.

The point is that the marksmanship is extremely accurate, and it is simply a deadly gun.

Frightened, Vincent grabbed his backpack and crawled towards the car.

"Whoosh-"

"Boom-"

In the midst of a strange whistling sound, an explosion occurred, and the car was engulfed in fireballs.

Rocket!

"Bang, bang, bang......"

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Explosions occurred one after another, and the vehicles parked on the dock were named one by one.

Vincent could hear it, it was the sound of a grenade firing.

The gunfire had already fallen away, and no more than five people were still firing back, and all of them were wounded, only in their dying throes.

Vincent scrambled to his feet, picked up his backpack and ran towards the nearest row of containers.

However, within a few steps, Vincent fell.

Severe pain ensued, and the bullet hit the right leg.

Vincent didn't stop, but clasped his hands together and crawled towards the container.

He knew very well that even if he might not be able to escape, staying would be death.

"Bang-"

As the gunshots rang out, Vincent was shot in the left leg.

"Bang, bang......"

Two more shots, each hitting Chinese Sen's two arms.

Losing support, Vincent stopped, gritted his teeth and rolled over.

The man who fired the shot was just a few meters away and was walking towards Vincent.

However, affected by the light of the headlights, Vincent could only see an outline, and he couldn't see the person's face.

"You...... Who are you, you ......"

The man ignored it, just raised his pistol and aimed it at Vincent's forehead.

"You...... Do you know who I am? You ......"

"Of course!"

At this time, the man took out a mobile phone, pointed the camera at Vincent, and then the flash lit up, which was in camera mode.

"Bang-"

The gunfire rang out again, and the bullet drilled into Vincent's forehead, ripping open almost the entire skull.

The whole process was filmed.

Putting away the pistol, Wang Dong threw the mobile phone to Luo Qing, who ran over with a sniper rifle, then whistled, and raised his arm and waved it a few times.

A short time later, an off-road vehicle drove by, driving Musharraf.

When Musharraf got out of the car, Luo Qing gave him a sniper rifle.

"Be quick with your movements, and take away all the useful ones."

Musharraf nodded, indicating that he understood what Wang Dong meant.

Wang Dong didn't say anything wordy, and called Luo Qing to get into the car.

"You say, who's going to pay 100,000 euros for this guy's life?"

"His boss."

Luo Qing was slightly stunned, but he didn't say much, and took off his tight black jacket.

"The guns are new and from the Royal Ordnance Company. Unsurprisingly, the arms dealer named Vinson was secretly selling the arms. ”

"Eat inside and crawl outside?"

Wang Dong nodded and glanced at Luo Qing.

Luo Qing had already taken off his tight jacket and was taking the casual clothes in his backpack, with only a thin sports overcoat on his upper body.

"Is it pretty?" Luo Qing deliberately puffed up his chest.

Wang Dong swallowed his saliva, and at this time, Luo Qing's mobile phone rang.

When Luo Qing picked up the phone, Wang Dong's eyes returned to the road ahead.

A month ago, after killing Tupolev, Wang Dong and his team left Russia and returned to Scotland via Kazakhstan and Greece.

Because there were still some personal matters to be dealt with, Churkin did not return to Scotland with Wang Dong.

After a week of rest, Wang Dong and Luo Qing got busy.

This is their seventh bounty in three weeks.

In order to avoid suspicion, Wang Dong did not ask Nicholas to post the bounty task, but took the task issued by other employers.

Although the bounties are very small, most of them are only 100,000 euros, and the points are not very large, but there is almost no difficulty and no big risk.

When you get busy, time flies.

"Okay, got it, we'll be right back."

When Luo Qing hung up the phone, Wang Dong looked at her.

"It's Serena, saying there's something going on, let's rush back as soon as possible."

Wang Dong nodded and didn't ask more.

Even if Serena hadn't called, they would have to return to Edinburgh.