"We are targeting four people, Dave, Ali, Resnick, Kovac......"

David glanced at Matt and knew that he couldn't see the documents, so he said, "They were originally CIA agents, and after they were fired, they formed a small mercenary company and acted as scavengers. Because of its CIA background, this company has many in-depth cooperation with the CIA. To put it simply, what the CIA does not find convenient for them will do it. ”

"For example, this operation against the underworld?" Fox was curious.

"Not bad."

David looked at the photo on the document and showed a sneer: "They have blood on their hands, kill them, we can also be regarded as doing good deeds and eliminating harm for the people." ”

"Is the information accurate, is it possible that we will be ambushed by the other side?" Fox asked.

"The message has been repeatedly confirmed and should be accurate."

David nodded: "However, for the time being, the possibility of being ambushed by the enemy cannot be ruled out." ”

"And one more question, should we do it now?"

Wesley pondered for a moment and glanced at Matt: "With Matt here, the night is our home field, and now is not the best time to start." ”

"Then wait for the evening, I'll confirm the information again, don't rush for a while."

David had the final word.

Everyone looked at the sky, naturally had no opinion, and nodded one after another.

……

Night.

Neon twinkles and the moon hangs high.

Traffic in downtown Manhattan is thinning out, and scattered passers-by are roaming the streets.

Parking lot of a high-end hotel.

David and the others were neatly equipped and came here in a seven-seater business vehicle.

"After repeated confirmations, there are no problems with the intelligence. They were on the 23rd floor, all four were in the same room, and there were no weapons of mass destruction. ”

In the car, David told everyone about the intelligence content and the plan of action: "The plan is very simple, first cut off the power supply on the 23rd floor, and then throw a grenade in the door of the room, and kill one by one...... I don't need to talk about the rest of the action, and the action is under Matt's command. ”

"Understood."

Everyone nodded.

……

Room on the 23rd floor.

The smoke was filling, and everyone was sitting together drinking.

"I didn't think McCall was still alive, we were all present in that explosion, he didn't have a chance to escape, he deserved to be ......"

Dave was very emotional, took a sip of beer, and shook his head: "But this time he is really dead, I saw his body, he was shot three times in the head, and he was unrecognizable, but I can recognize him...... Dead or not, people like him are more tired alive than dead. ”

"To our old captain."

"Captain Respect."

"Captain Respect."

The four of them raised their glasses, touched them lightly, and gurgled and took a few sips of beer.

"Brothers, you must know that this mission is very important, if we can kill Pushkin, the remaining piece of cake will allow us to have food and clothing for the rest of our lives, no, even the next life......"

Dave looked at several companions in front of him and said in a deep voice: "According to the agreement with the CIA, we will replace Pushkin and become the underground overlord of the East Coast, which is what the CIA owes us and what we deserve." ”

"This day is not far off, and in the coming new century, we will become the new underground overlord of the East Coast."

The other three laughed, full of ambition.

Unbeknownst to them, danger is creeping in.

……

Bite!

David and the others stepped into the elevator car, and as the elevator rose, the floor gradually changed.

It's early in the morning, and there are very few guests staying at the hotel.

Their heavily armed posture was not seen by outsiders.

In 1999, there were very few cases of monitoring in hotel elevators, and there was no risk of exposure.

So this operation, as long as it can be carried out smoothly, almost no one will find out about them, and they will only lock their eyes on Pushkin. After all, they are indeed killers that Pushkin paid for.

Suddenly, Matt's expression moved slightly.

"Something is wrong."

"What do you mean?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, David's face was serious, and he asked in a deep voice, "What did you hear?" ”

"There is an ambush?"

Wesley immediately frowned, "We still have time to retreat." ”

"It's not an ambush, they're not outnumbered......"

Matt's face was strange, and while listening carefully, he said slowly: "The enemy is not only four people, but two groups...... However, they don't seem to know each other's existence, but they are all related to the CIA. ”

"Two batches?"

Everyone looked at each other, but they didn't expect to encounter such a situation.

Both groups of people stayed in the same hotel, both related to the CIA.

"In addition to our four goals, how many people are in the other group?"

David touched his chin and his eyes flashed slightly: "If there are not many of them, we can deal with them together." ”

"I'm afraid not, there are a lot of them, on the 22nd floor, just below our target building, directly below, there are a total of three rooms, it should be ......"

Matt confirmed the information he had heard, and affirmed: "Twelve people, just the formation of a special operations team. ”

"Twelve?"

David was taken aback.

Not only him, but also Wesley, Fox and others.

Twelve plus four, a total of sixteen CIA agents, and their improvised team of killers is only seven people.

If only the original four objectives are dealt with, it will not be a big problem.

But suddenly there was another team, a total of sixteen people, which was very difficult to do, and it was equivalent to jumping directly from easy mode to hell mode, which was almost an impossible task.

Unless, drop a C4 bomb directly in this hotel.

But that goes beyond the essence of gangsters, harms the innocent, and is the way of terrorists.

David admits that he is not a good person, but he is not so bad as to lack humanity, do not take human life seriously, and do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

"That's the problem."

Wesley scratched his head and frowned: "Although they are not on the same floor, and they don't know each other's existence, if we fight, the other party will definitely check the situation as soon as possible......"

"It's too risky to do it now."

Fox looked at the leader of the team and said, "David, what do you think?" ”

"It's better to retreat first now, and then discuss action later."

David also frowned, fell into deep thought, first nodded, then shook his head, and said bluntly: "But I came here, and I walked away without doing anything, I was really a little unwilling." ”

"You want to keep moving?" Fawkes read his thoughts.

"Not bad."

David nodded: "That special operations team is not easy to deal with, but if we can find a way to lure them away, we will have plenty of time to complete the mission......"

"Pushkin is now embattled and in a difficult situation, and he needs to show force appropriately, especially in the face of hell mode, and still be able to kill his opponent cleanly in order to deter the enemy and stabilize his position."

At this point, he looked around, saw that everyone was thoughtful, and added: "So, this operation is very important to him...... The most important thing is that I can take the opportunity to ask him for an extra sum of money. ”

"How much more?" Fox shook her head, she didn't think David was very sensible.

"Double, forty million."

David was categorical: "Believe me, what Pushkin lacks now is people, not money." ”

“……”

Fawkes lost his voice in an instant.

Everyone, including Matt, breathed in unison.

Seeing this, David smiled imperceptibly, knowing that everyone was already moved.

Although 40 million is a lot, if you spend 40 million to get things done today, you can easily get back 400 million tomorrow.

If things can't be done, it's a question of whether there will be tomorrow.

David didn't lose his mind, on the contrary, he was more sober than ever.

"Just for the sake of these 40 million, how are you going to lure them away?"

Wesley asked.

"The question ......"

Davy's brows tightened, his eyes fell on the number of elevator floors rising step by step, and he used his brains and racked his brains:

"Let me think about it, give me some time, there must be a way to ......"