Late at night, at two o'clock in the morning, outside the door of Philusa's meat roll shop. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Three cars stopped in front of the store, and a group of big men in black poured out of the car and walked into the store. Moretti was at the forefront.

The barbecue restaurant, which had long since ended its business hours, was still open, and the owner of the shop was still serving himself in the kitchen, occasionally looking at the Russians who were already sitting in the store with uneasy eyes.

Joe walked in, and a middle-aged man stood up in the crowd of Russians. He looked a lot thinner than the people around him, but the Russians had him at their core. He stepped forward, opened his hands and hugged Joe. The rest of the people didn't move, just looked at the newcomers with a kind of joke look.

"Joe. The last time I saw you, you were still in school, and now you're on your own. Five years later, the Moretti family's little lion cub has grown so big. The middle-aged man said with a smile. Joe didn't answer for a moment, he glanced at everyone in the room before speaking.

"Anatony, I didn't expect you to come tonight. And what about Yusef? And what about Vladimir? ”

"Yusef? I don't think tonight's events were enough for him to show up in person, didn't Connor show up either? As for my brother, he has more important things to attend to tonight. Anatony said meaningfully. He gestured to the empty chair across from his desk and gestured to invite. "Let's sit down first, we still have a lot of business to discuss."

Joe nodded and sat down with Anatony.

"Alright, let's get down to business."

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New York Pier, Warehouse 14.

This warehouse, which is almost eighty years old, was a temporary addition during World War II, and it was planned as a high-risk building as early as '03. Since then, all commercial activities in the warehouse have ceased, and the warehouse itself has quietly changed owners. Five years later, the warehouse with an area of more than 3,000 square meters has not been demolished, and the activities carried out inside it have not stopped.

A large number of abandoned containers are scattered outside the warehouses, and they are also a resource for the Russians. A dozen or so dismantled containers were rationally arranged to form a simple fortification. And in the middle of the fortifications, under the watchful eye of a dozen heavily armed Russian gangsters, is a large shipping container that has been converted into a prison.

Mary sat in the corner of the crude prison with her hands on her knees, and beside her was Susan, who had fallen asleep. In the distance, there were two black-clad bodyguards who had passed out. They were obviously treated much more harshly than the two ladies. Their faces were swollen and bruised from the beatings, and their bodies were covered in numerous new scars.

Mary sobbed, then quickly stopped her tears. She closed her eyes and began to pray to the God she had not believed in since she was a child.

Whoever it is, save us.

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Ten members of the Moretti family gathered a hundred meters away from the warehouse, sorting out the equipment they needed for the next operation. Body armor, pistols, submachine guns, and even a couple of grenades.

And Wade. Wilson sat on a tree stump on the side of the road, watching the line in front of him. He changed into a gray combat suit, on which he put a rather heavy-looking body armor.

"I mean, guys, don't you think there's something wrong with your outfit?" His mouth didn't stop for a moment, and the group of killers also had a bruise in their heads, and it seemed that they had endured this talk for a long time.

"Look!" Wade pointed to one of the killers. "Black suit, sunglasses. Isn't this exactly what villains do? And it's a fucking cannon fodder miscellaneous soldier, the kind that doesn't even need to be named. Dress up determines the future, you have to be responsible for your own life! ”

"That's infrared night vision goggles!" The named killer finally couldn't stand it anymore and retorted back.

"In so many movies, how many of the protagonists wear night vision goggles the whole time? Will the director spend a lot of money to invite a few popular stars to make them not show their faces in the whole scene? You're destroying your hopes of becoming the protagonist! Look at me. Wade straightened his hair and put on a look that he thought was handsome. The appearance is high, mysterious enough, and it is a fight scene when it first appears. You miscellaneous fish still have to learn hard! ”

"John, what are you doing with that madman?" The man next to the killer who had spoken earlier poked him in the waist. "There's no need to talk too much nonsense with him, he's just here to assist us." Although he said this, the man still looked at Wade with a little fear in his eyes.

"Look, look. That's what smart people do, and this guy did it! There are already lines, and even the names have come out. It's going to take a little more effort for the author to kill you! Wade clapped his hands and laughed, and then his face turned a little distressed.

"I don't know if that little guy just now will show up. Wouldn't it be a shame that such an interesting guy could only meet once? ”

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At the same time, on the roof of that warehouse.

Peter hid in a shadowy place and sat cross-legged. He had already sensed the arrival of the Moretti family. He certainly wouldn't have made a rash move until they attacked. He'd done some reconnaissance before, and such a well-guarded stronghold wasn't something he could easily sneak into. And in the chaos of the battle, it was invisibly much easier for him to do whatever he wanted.

The dark wounds on his body from the previous fight had already healed under the warmth of the Force. What he needs now is to turn up his mental state to the highest level for the next battle.

The spiritual power was constantly tumbling in his mind, constantly switching between the two states of solidification, and the Force was constantly becoming more refined and powerful in the process. Just as Peter's spirit was about to reach its highest point, he opened his eyes and condensed it to an almost substantial momentum.

The offensive began.

The four quietly made their way around the back door, and when they were in a suitable offensive position, Wade. The other six men led by Wilson immediately launched a general attack. The two Russians guarding the gate were instantly shot down, and Wade and the others successfully occupied the warehouse door.

Peter stood up, but after a moment's pause, sat down again. At that moment, he seemed to feel something.

No, it's not the time yet.

The gunfire alarmed the Russians inside the warehouse. And they did not panic in the slightest, and in ten seconds they picked up their weapons, loaded their ammunition, rushed to their defensive positions, and pointed their guns at the place where the enemy might appear.

And only two pulsing grenades came into their sight, and in the next moment, a fierce light instantly filled the entire warehouse, taking away their sight. At the first moment of the battle, almost half of the Russians instantly lost their combat effectiveness.

"Happy birthday, it's my birthday present to you!" With a cheer, Wade raised the two pistols in both hands and spat out a deadly storm of bullets. The six Moretti killers who followed him also raised their weapons, took aim at their targets, and pulled the trigger.

The chests of the two Russians burst into several blood sprays, and they couldn't survive. Another Russian standing behind them was shot in the head by Wade, spilling blood and brains on the ground. The rest of the lucky guys found cover in time and saved their lives in this round of slaughter.

"They're in front!" Naturally, a few Russians guarding the back door heard the commotion coming from the front of the warehouse and were shouting for help. And just then, the back door of the warehouse was kicked open. Heavily armed Moriti killers rushed in with guns in hand, raining bullets on the unsuspecting guards.

"Stand back! Back off! One of the Russians who was confronting him at the front door shouted loudly, raised his rifle and fired a shuttle of bullets to provide cover fire for his accomplices. However, the Moriti killers did not rush forward when they took the lead, and found cover before the Russians could counterattack and fought a positional battle. The Russians felt less pressured and began to slowly retreat back to the fortifications in the center of the warehouse, under a hail of bullets. During this bloody retreat, casualties on both sides began to gradually mount.

At the same time, the group of Russians who had been raided at the back door was retreating.

"Glico! There are people behind them! A wounded man who had been shot in the arm and was bleeding at an alarming rate said weakly, while the Russian who shouted the order could barely resist slapping him again.

When am I deaf? When I'm blind!? Can't I hear the gunshots behind me? When I can't see that you are already missing a few people, and the rest are all wounded?

But Glico could only suppress this anger temporarily, and most of the people left behind in this warehouse were dead. Everyone's morale is low enough, and there is no need for him to add fuel to the fire.

Gree raised his rifle and fired a shot into the air, shouting at the people around him who were already daunting, "Stop these dog mongrels for me." We are already surrounded. Horizontal and vertical is death, but we still have a chance to live! Hold them off for a few more minutes, and we'll be saved! ”

Wade, on the other side of the battlefield, frowned.

It's not right, it's all going so well.

At this moment, Peter, who was still waiting on the roof for a good period of intervention, finally moved!