Dusk, abandoned factory outside Compton.

A Mercedes sedan pulls into the abandoned factory and Michael steps out of the Mercedes sedan, who has just returned from a hospital visit to the state legislator and is summoned by Terez before he can return home.

At this time, the entire factory area has been like a military base, full of patrols and guards, although in order to avoid attracting people's attention and not making such a big fanfare, but in the factory area still set up a variety of simple defense facilities, even if the elite of the Los Angeles Police Department is here, it is estimated that it is difficult to break into the core area.

Michael let out a long sigh, Terez is so generous, is he preparing to fight in Sam's Country? After sorting out the crumpled suit that had been pressed out of the car just now, Michael walked into a three-story factory building led by a Mexican man in a camouflage military uniform.

In a hall on the third floor of the factory, Thauz smiling on a sofa in a brown American tunic. Next to him stood an expressionless, sexy, revealing girl, and behind him stood two tall men in camouflage uniforms.

Michael stood at the door of the hall, took a breath, adjusted his mood, and strode towards Terez.

"It's been a long time since we've met, Mr. Terez."

Michael walked over to the coffee table in front of Terez, clasped his hands in front of him, and looked at him respectfully.

"Michael, my friend, it's been a long time."

Thauz shook her fingers, and the girl next to him opened the laptop on the coffee table, and the screen began to play a news video of the shooting of the McLaughlin State Councilman.

He stared at the laptop screen and said:

"It seems that the backup plan is a little more effective, and we have contributed a lot to the re-election of the state legislator and he finally does not have to retire."

"Indeed."

Michael hurriedly said, "McLaughlin has absolutely no problem with being re-elected, and in the next term, he will abide by the agreement, and we can ask him for whatever proposal we want." ”

"Very good......

Thauz grinned, looked at Michael and said, "However, there is one more minor trouble that has not been resolved. ”

"You mean the guy called the scimitar?"

Michael swallowed, leaned over slightly, and said, "He's just a nobody, just a thug on the street, at most just lucky, but he has some trouble with the sheriff he knows, and he killed a lot of the people I sent to the farm." ”

Thauz nodded and asked:

"Is the scimitar dead?"

"I've sent someone to find out where he's hiding, maybe we're talking now, he's dead."

"What the hell you said you didn't kill him!?"

"I'm sorry."

Michael hurriedly lowered his head and took a deep breath, "I promise, I'll kill him." ”

"Hehe......"

Tremes let out a sneer and waved her hand, and the girl hurriedly flipped through a folder on the coffee table, picked up an A4 piece of paper with a photo of the scimitar and related information, and handed it to Michael.

Michael took the A4 paper, looked down and looked at it carefully, the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became, and his brows gradually squeezed together. After browsing the contents of the A4 paper, Michael raised his head and asked in surprise:

"He used to be a strip? Also worked for the CIA, FBI, DEA? ”

"Yes."

Tremes nodded, satisfied with Michael's surprised expression, "Are you still sure to kill him now?" ”

"I ......"

Michael looked at the disdainful smile on Terez's face, and sweat began to break down on his forehead, and although the air conditioning was on in the hall, it made him feel stuffy.

Syllable!

Tremes snapped his fingers.

Michael turned his head, only to see a panicked-looking guy walk in from outside the hall, this guy Michael knew, he was one of Orriss' men, named Orton.

Orton saw him, and hurriedly said:

"Hello, Mr. Bentz."

Michael frowned and asked:

"How did you end up here?"

"I ......"

Orton glanced at Terez, shrunk his neck, and replied in a slightly trembling voice, "I just escaped and was found by Mr. Terez. ”

"What do you mean?"

Michael snapped at Orton, "What do you mean you just escaped?" ”

"Something happened to the boss!"

Orton hurriedly replied, "There's a guy who broke into our territory and captured the boss. ”

"You mean Orisses was captured?!"

"Yes, yes."

Orton nodded hurriedly.

"What the hell is going on!?"

Michael glared at him.

Orton shuddered, and quickly began to recount the horrific scene that took place in the old apartment building.

After listening to his narration, Michael gasped, this kind of thing is unbelievable, one person can suppress more than twenty gangsters with weapons, this is not a movie, how can this kind of thing happen!?

"What you say is true?!"

"It's true, that guy is not human, he's a devil!"

"How can such a person exist?"

Michael felt a tingling in his scalp and suddenly noticed that things were getting out of hand.

At this time, Terez leaned back on the sofa and said lightly:

"Of course there will be guys you can't imagine."

"I ......"

Michael looked at him and quickly explained, "Mr. Terez, I'll get rid of him." ”

"Resolving ......"

Thazz smiled coldly and beckoned to Orton, "You come here." ”

Orton's teeth chattered, and he boldly walked to the coffee table.

Tellze glanced at Orton and said to Michael:

"Do you still want to rely on this rabble to deal with scimitars?"

"I'm sorry."

Michael stepped forward and walked over to Orton, his hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry to disappoint you." ”

"I'm really disappointed......"

Thazz said slowly, "I didn't expect you to continue to use this kind of waste. ”

"No, it won't."

Suddenly, a string slipped out of Michael's cuff, and he grabbed the rope and strangled Orton's neck, squeezing it hard.

Orton didn't expect Michael to suddenly smash the killer, the string was tied around his neck, making him unable to breathe, and without a few struggles, he collapsed to the ground with weak legs.

Michael let go of the string in his hand and gasped for breath as he looked at Orton, who was already out of breath.

Tremes chuckled as he watched him and shook his head.

Michael looked at him and asked:

"Is that okay?"

"Not bad."

Thereze gave a thumbs up.

Michael closed his eyes, took a breath, then opened his eyes and glared at Tremez, asking:

"I gave you the plan a long time ago, and you know the candidate, why didn't you tell me earlier that he was a strip?!"

Tremes smiled slightly, shrugged his shoulders, and said:

"I just want to see if he's still a little strong who can't be killed."

"Okay......"

Michael licked his lips, "Now it's as you wish, but you can see as well, the cutlass is still alive, and there are horrible guys by his side." ”

"Terrible?"

Tremez's eyes narrowed, and he gave him a fierce look, "That's because that guy didn't meet me." ”