Nighthawk stood outside the door and didn't go far, and though he gave the Karma to Bren, he didn't really trust the woman in his heart.

I did a lot of bad things, and all of a sudden I became my ally, and I was still a very beautiful woman. It's not easy for anyone to change it, let alone an agent like Nighthawk who lives by being cautious.

He smoked a cigarette quietly, and could faintly hear a conversation between a man and a woman in the room behind him. They spoke in the authentic Mandarin T, which Nighthawk didn't understand. But he heard Karo's shouts, which seemed terrified, and Bren's contemptuous laughter.

After a while, the door opened. Nighthawk had not finished one of his cigarettes when he saw through the crack in the door that Kara was leaning against the wall, blood spurting from his neck staining half of his body.

Although Bren had vowed to torture her three brothers who had done bestial things to her mother, she ended Kara's life with a single sword.

Nighthawk realizes that maybe this woman is not really a bad person in her bones, and she still has a good nature. After all, the person who was killed was her half-brother, and no matter how great the hatred was, it was not worth a human life.

Bren's face was covered in blood, and she was so skilled in swordsmanship that she shouldn't be splashed with blood spurting from her carotid arteries. The only explanation is that she was so flustered that she couldn't dodge the blood even the simplest time.

Nighthawk handed her a handkerchief and pointed to her face with a smile. Bren took the handkerchief a little haggardly, leaning against the wall to wipe the blood stains on his face that were still warm.

"How does it feel? If you can't do it, just say it, this kind of thing, after all, is still very hurtful. Nighthawk leaned against the wall as well, and he handed Bren a cigarette and smoked a new one for himself.

Bren took the cigarette with some trembling, and the lighter was lit several times without lighting it. Nighthawk had to light a fire for her, and the woman looked a little out of shape.

Bren took a deep breath of the cigarette, the thick smoke passed through his throat and into his lungs, and then spewed out of his throat, and Bren slowly felt his whole body flutter.

She looked up at the ceiling and smiled miserably: "It's really painful, killing two brothers, every time I feel like I'm dying myself." But every time I come back to life, I realize that the world is so beautiful, and my previous life is wasted. ”

She looked at Nighthawk, "It's cruel, but I have to do it." Mother's hatred, I have wasted my life for so many years, and I should personally end this qiē. ”

Nighthawk nodded, "Alright, I won't say anything more!" ”

Brun extinguished the cigarette in his hand and regained his grim appearance: "Let's go, let's go find the last person." This matter must be paid for with blood and lives, and one of us must all die. ”

The courtyard of Kara was already in a mess, and the bodies of more than 90 guards guarding here were all carried into the courtyard and stored in a centralized manner. The bombed-out gate was also reinstalled in its original state, and after this qiē, the special forces changed into the clothes of the guards again.

The reason for doing these things is that there are still three minutes to go, and the troops who have come to change shifts are about to arrive. If the changing troops saw the Villa Kara in shambles, all of Nighthawk's previous efforts would be in vain. Troops from two kilometers away would still arrive in five minutes, and Carson and his youngest son would also strengthen their guards, and it would be too late for a while.

So Nighthawk and Bren decided to close the door and beat the dogs, and let the guards who had changed shifts in. Then wipe them all out in the mansion, and according to Bren, they have twelve hours left to complete the rest of the task. For after twelve hours, another group of guards on a changing shift would arrive at the Karma Residence, and nothing would be hidden from them.

The yard was bloodstained and the walls were riddled with bullet holes. The special forces who had changed into guard clothes stood outside the courtyard wall, while the rest of the people lay in ambush in the courtyard, quietly waiting for the arrival of the shift guards.

Three minutes later, the sound of a convoy rumbling closer. Nighthawk lay in wait in a corner on the second floor, binoculars carefully observing the visitors.

It's almost a team of a hundred, two trucks and a jeep. The car stopped on the edge of the bridge, and the soldiers got out of the car.

They formed two columns and walked towards the residence under the leadership of the commander. Everyone looked very relaxed, and the sound of each other in the team came from time to time. Unbeknownst to anyone, they were slowly walking into the trap of the hunters.

"Everyone prepare, don't let one go." Nighthawk whispered an order into the walkie-talkie, and the headset immediately received a myriad of responses.

The changing troops came to the gate, and the special forces pretending to be guards were still smiling and nodding at them. The outside of the gate was cleaned up, there were no blood marks, no bullet marks, and even the gate was exactly the same as before.

None of the guards suspected it, and they walked straight to the open gate, and some of them hurriedly took the last cigarette, because they knew that there would be fewer opportunities to smoke after entering the gate.

"Ready......... Let's go! When the last man entered the gate, Nighthawk gave the order for a final battle.

Suddenly, the troops who had changed their guard noticed the door behind them slamming shut. The eyes of the "companions" who had just greeted them in front of the gate suddenly changed into evil ghosts.

They followed, firing frantically at the changing forces with automatic rifles with mufflers. And countless firepower points suddenly appeared in all directions in the courtyard, and the firepower covered all directions like a large net.

The soldiers of the change of guard, who had just been so happy, had no chance to react, and they died at the hands of their "companions" without even picking up their guns.

Blood splattered everywhere, strafing at close range was quite powerful, and the latest rifles modified by the special forces were large in caliber and fierce, and they were almost no different from machine guns. In the courtyard, the stumps and flesh were broken, and the flesh was flying.

In less than a minute, all the 100 people who came to change their guards were killed on the spot and killed in the courtyard of the Karma Mansion. The corpses are piled up, many people have died without all the corpses, and no one understands why they died here on such a good day today.

Nighthawk and Buren descended from the second floor, and the special forces and mercenaries gathered. Nighthawk looked at the mess all over the courtyard, this place had become Shura Hell, and it was not a place for people to stay at all, even if he was used to seeing dead people, he couldn't help but hate this place.

"It's all fresh lives, and if it weren't for the completion of the mission, I really wouldn't want to kill them." Nighthawk said with a sigh.

Bren looked at him with some mockery: "If you don't kill them, all of us here will die." This is the law of the jungle, we die, and I don't think anyone will feel sorry for us. ”

Nighthawk smiled wryly: "I just sighed, they are just soldiers." The culprits are dead, and if they really could, I really wouldn't want to kill them. ”

Brun smiled: "Okay, okay, I know that you are a great good person, Guanyin Bodhisattva Pudu sentient beings." Hey, your choice to be an agent is really wronged by your talent, and being a monk may be more competent. ”

Brun smiled very amorously, like a flower in March, if you don't know that she is a murderous witch who does not blink, and meet her beautiful in the spring breeze, you will definitely be overwhelmed by her face.

Nighthawk smiled embarrassedly, and said, "You can't be a monk, if you have the opportunity, you can in the next life." ”

The Thunder team members all looked at Nighthawk in surprise, these old men had been with Nighthawk for many years, and they knew the character of this boss too well. Whenever Nighthawk is so shy in front of a woman, it means that he is starting to complain in his heart!

As if realizing that these topics should not be discussed now, Nighthawk quickly interrupted the conversation between him and Bren. I raised my hand and looked at my watch, and it was already seven o'clock in the evening. It was getting dark, and they had twelve hours left from now.

By seven o'clock tomorrow morning, a group of people who have changed their guard will be here. When the time comes, they will see corpses all over the ground, and within ten minutes the entire high-level of country T will know what happened.

Nighthawk looked at Bren tightly and asked quickly, "Who's our next target?" ”

Although he and Bren have only been working together for a day, Bren's resolute style and her ruthless methods are very much in line with Nighthawk's appetite. Not procrastinating is a must-have when performing special tasks.

"Carson's youngest son, Tamin, is thirty-five years old Chinese New Year's Eve, Carson's youngest son. He's a playboy who usually helps Carson manage his finances. If I'm not mistaken, we'll be on our way to M-Valley now, and in an hour we'll be able to find him in the arms of a woman on Bar Street. Bren said lightly.

"It's as simple as that?" Nighthawk was a little surprised, didn't he need to sneak in, take out the annoying bodyguards, set up bombs, and other complicated procedures?

"It's as simple as that." Bren said disdainfully: "Tamin is an authentic playboy, he graduated from Cambridge University and is a professional accountant. He's a proper accountant who runs all of Carson's accounts, and while shrewd, his only drawback is his penchant for clubbing in search of thrills. ”

"This is somewhat similar to Xingluo." Nighthawk nodded.

"Two people are not on the same level at all." Bren shook his head: "Xingluo likes to forcibly occupy women, and the reason why Taming is called a playboy is because he is willing to spend a lot of time and money on women. In the end, let the woman sleep with him willingly, and if he didn't succeed, maybe he would kneel on the street and cry. ”

"What a pervert, are rich people so neurotic?" Nighthawk already has a rough idea of what kind of guy that playboy is.

"It's not necessarily emotional, but the pervert is real." Bren gritted his teeth and said, "Rape my mother, and the last person to kill her is Tamin." This well-dressed beast! ”

Nighthawk was stunned, but he didn't expect this Taming to be the one who killed Brun's mother.

"Let's go, we're in a hurry. Gotta find a nightclub by nightclub, who knows where that guy will be. Brun stopped talking about Tamin, and walked silently towards the car.