Quiet starry sky, misty moonlight.

Outside the courtyard, crickets chirp occasionally and the breeze blows slowly.

Two men and two women sit around the table, toasting and drinking.

John said that his friend likes to go to the construction site, but there is something wrong with the prostate, and once he couldn't help but discharge the flood from a high-rise building, which happened to pour the head of the boss who inspected the construction site, and the boss exclaimed: "It's raining during the day, and it's not good!"

This simple cold joke made everyone laugh.

Russell listened, turned his head and glanced at Jenny, her feet under the table rubbed, Jenny's body stiffened, and then twisted outward, sideways away from her.

"Jenny, are you cold? I'll go get you a blanket."

Gwen was an attentive person, and when she saw Jenny's movements, she got up and said.

Without waiting for Jenny to reply, she got up and left.

And John also talked to Russell, and the two chatted and drank, and the movements under the table were not controlled, Russell looked at Jenny with a smile from time to time, and she glared fiercely while John was not paying attention.

This feeling made Jenny's heart turn upside down, and there was a kind of refreshment in the open and in the dark.

"Jenny, put on some clothes."

Jenny took the blanket and Gwen returned to her seat.

The night was slightly cool, and when the food on the table was cold, the four of them were already full, so they immediately packed up their things and went back to the house to drink.

In the living room, the four of them sat around a small round table, each telling jokes and interesting facts, and from time to time they could also mention some Miami activities, such as a certain association, where there was a shooting and robbery......

The two men were naturally interested in this, while Jenny and Gwen seemed to be less concerned.

At the mention of the Miami Police Department, Jenny frowned, got up and said, "I'm going out and buy something."

"What to buy?"

Gwen asked.

"Ice cream."

Russell lowered his head and pressed his phone and sent Jenny a message, "Bring me a box of umbrellas."

Gwen got up and said, "I'll go with you!"

The two women left, and only John and Russell were left in the house, and the two gentlemen were naturally much more relaxed.

"Gwen is definitely in better shape, she has longer legs."

Russell shook his head: "Your wife Jenny is better, her face looks like a Barbie doll, didn't you try to wear a pink Barbie dress when you were alive?"

John was stunned and became a little interested, "She has a lot of strange clothes, but she never wore them when she was working with me, not even the most basic black ***......

"Dude, you're miserable."

John sighed, "Forgivable, alas...... By the way, you know the Scott family you met in Falling Eagle Mountain?"

"Roughly understood, I don't recommend provoking this beast family that climbs up from the bottom."

"Yes, we are all ordinary people, it's better not to provoke, and we can't afford to provoke it."

Russell raised his glass and said, "Please give me an evaluation of my performance today."

John was stunned, what are these words, your performance is very bad, how can I give an evaluation? Say that your girl chirps, greedy for life and afraid of death?

"You're very witty!"

Perfect review.

Jenny and Gwen came back after going out for more than twenty minutes, and their emotions were not too high because they didn't buy ice cream.

John didn't know what to do, but Russell patted Gwen on the head and said, "Would you like to eat it?"

"yes."

"I'll make it for you, okay?"

"Really?"

"Of course, you wait a minute, and you'll be right away."

When Jenny next to her heard his words, she pursed her lips with disdain and whispered, "What is strong? This liar!"

When John heard this, he turned his head and said, "Be quiet, although Russell is doing a little badly at Falling Eagle Mountain today, you can't wear tinted glasses about it!"

Jenny was slightly stunned, she

Turning her head to stare at John, is this her husband? How do you help outsiders talk, and do you know what Russell does?

He made it back to Falling Eagle Mountain, killed at least 15 people, and his marksmanship was superb, using the safest Mozambican shooting method, and at close and close range!

You say he's doing badly...... Okay, it's bad to hide behind Gwen, but then ......

Don't talk about it.

Anyway, Jenny was going to swallow the sand ice cream in her mouth.

Russell spent more than ten minutes tinkering in the kitchen before four bowls of chocolate mint-flavored ice cream were ready.

"Taste it!"

Gwen tasted it and immediately replied, "Honey, you're awesome! It's very delicious, I'm very satisfied!"

"Honey, you're so good, it's the right choice to marry you!"

The compliment made John roll his eyes three times, and Jenny tasted her mouth and said sourly, "It's not good."

"Then don't eat it, this is made for me by my dear, how can I have your share!"

Gwen pounced on it to grab it, Jenny turned around and laughed and said, "I'll just eat it......

For a while, the two chased and fought, and John could only shrug his shoulders, indicating that he was helpless.

In fact, Gwen and Jenny went out to check the information, and they chatted about the Miami Police Department, and Jenny's style must be cut to the roots, so she asked Gwen to check it, but she never expected that the director named Sean was dead!

This surprised the two of them very much, Gwen was surprised by such a coincidence, and Jenny's surprise was more because of Russell's quick start, and his vigorous and resolute style!

As the saying goes, only the strong will cherish each other, and Jenny at this time became more and more curious about Russell.

And once a woman's curiosity arises, then it is not far from falling.

While John and Gwen weren't looking, Jenny quietly replied to Russell's message.

"Sean is dead, you did it."

Russell saw this message when he was about to go to bed, and he clicked delete and didn't reply.

When Gwen appeared in a Batman mask, with a dark complexion and a short leather skirt, he had forgotten about the buttons.

The working day was boring for Russell, and he was the only one left at home, and the rest went to work, so Russell went to Totras a few times, this guy was a kind man, and Russell was willing to get along with him, but there were many things that he couldn't talk to.

Iverson returned from New York, and he immediately contacted the boss and agreed to meet at the Wolf Bar.

It was Friday, the sky was overcast, and a few drops of rain had already fallen when I went out.

After the Wolf Bar was renovated, Iverson changed his name to a white bartender and manager.

He's become smarter, and if you want to start a bar in Miami, white people can't avoid it, because they naturally attract a crowd of people, and business is naturally not too bad.

Because he broke away from the gang and turned to a company, Iverson's rules for the store were also very humane, and even the territory of the former Menghu Gang, he made some reforms.

"Boss, I've found some information, but there's no evidence."

In the brightly lit office, Russell sat whiskey at his desk, and he listened to Iverson's report with a cigar in his mouth.

"The CIA was indeed covering up the death of White Turban, who was supposed to have died in Miami, but Garrison, the CIA director who was in charge of sniping them at the time, died, so they did it in New York."

"The person who got the hands on it should be a contractor."

Contractors are private military companies, such as Russell's Black Queen Defense, which is on the surface, and those who work exclusively for America's strong forces are companies like Sheatstar Technology and Merck Engineering that specialize in assassination.

Russell frowned at the mention of Garrison.

He took this task from the forum and got a bounty of 600,000 yuan, so does it mean that the forum and the CIA are opposites?

His identity as a "rakshasa" will not be exposed by the forum?

No, no, think of it somewhat

Gaudy. Russell took a sip of wine and said, "What else did you find?"

"The director of the substitute Garrison is called Marcos, and he is the one who presided over the investigation into the White Turban, and there is no other information."

Russell nodded.

What's the use of such a little bit of information?

It is very useful, there is previous experience, according to this, the Bogotá decapitation mission and this group beheading white turban belong to a category of activities, that is, instigation!

This is an activity that combines the rule of justice, the military, and the people's livelihood.

"Oh! Boss, this is the identity of the dead white turban."

Russell took it and took a look, and found that the white turbans were all Saudi officials, and there was a bit of royal aristocrats, and they also had a pivotal position in Saudi Arabia, especially in national defense!

He judged that the forum was also in charge of the American Strong Division, and that the killing of the White Turban and the beheading of Bogotá were the enemies of the party in charge of the forum......

"This matter is over for the time being. You take care of the company's affairs first, I only have one request, and that is to get as many advanced weapons as possible and store them."

Iverson nodded in response, "Okay, boss."

"Is there a funding gap?"

"At present, the company's book capital has a total of 2.3 million US dollars, of which there are more than 300,000 wild wolves, and the rest of the money is the inheritance of the Menghu Gang."

Russell frowned and said, "There is a big funding gap, and if you want to occupy the Miami Arms Market as soon as possible, you must first find a group of fighters."

"In this way, you go and register a military contractor company, and then recruit security guards, the salary is higher than other companies, and the benefits must be sufficient, don't be afraid to spend money."

"Understood. Boss, my skin color ......."

Russell looked up at him and said, "I chose you as my spokesperson because I valued your skin color, and there are many people who despise you, so it's right for me to pull out your gun and cause trouble, understand?"

Iverson understood in seconds, it turned out that the boss wanted him to cause trouble, so as to find an excuse to get rid of the enemy, this trick is *** high!

"Understood!"

At night, Russell appeared around the private bank, glanced at the probe, sat in the car and operated the laptop, and soon he hacked into the bank's probe control system.

After turning off the probe, he got out of the car and walked into the bank, opened the security door with the chip key, found the storage box and opened it, and saw the black cloth bag inside.

There were $600,000 in the black cloth bag, and in addition to that, there was a stack of documents in the innermost part.

He didn't look at it where it was, pinched the papers in his hand, closed the locker door and left the bank.

Go back to the car and reply to the probe, and then drive away.

A secluded trail near Lincoln Park.

Russell sat in the car and looked at the documents, and he glanced at them cursoryly, because the names of the people on them were all officials related to the Department of Defense, the CIA, and the Investigation Bureau, and there were about 40 people in high positions.

Just as he put away the papers, there was a knock on the car window, and Russell pressed the lock button, and the door was unlocked.

The knocker outside was stunned, and he pulled the car door with his leather-gloved hand and sat in.

"You know someone is coming?"

Russell turned his head and stared at the visitor with a smile, pointed to the black cloth bag and said, "I smell the locator inside."

"Amazing, worthy of a rakshasa."

The man was a white man in his forties, he was in normal shape, except that two fingers were very stiff, and from the appearance of gloves, it was either a prosthetic leg or a steel nail on it.

"My code name is Holy Sword, but you can call me Yot."

Russell replied, "Go on."

"Well, I'm from the Bureau of Investigation, and I'm the head of the Intelligence Department......

"The forum is controlled by the Bureau of Investigation?"

"So to speak." Yote did not deny it.

"Tell me what you're looking for me to do."

Yot seemed to be afraid of him, and his speeches were well thought out for fear of causing misunderstandings.

"My team and I have been squatting here for half a month, and you finally appeared, I am

Fortunate...... Okay, I'll say it right away."

Seeing Russell's impatient eyes, Yort immediately put away his thoughts on small talk.

a killer? It's just whimsical.

Yot was just curious about the killer named Rakshasa, who was a lone ranger in the forums and whose only team-up mission was wiped out, but Rakshasa was still alive and his teammates were all dead.

From this point of view, Rakshasa is a ruthless character who can abandon his teammates in order to survive!

"You must be wondering if the Bureau of Investigation killed your team, I can assure you, absolutely not! I have come to see you to investigate this matter......

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Ahem, I suspect that someone in the Investigation Bureau, together with the CIA and the Department of Defense, has killed many foreign friends for personal gain, provoked international wars, and disrupted global security."

Russell blinked and smiled, "You think America is the guardian of the world?"

"No, no, there are bad people everywhere, and there are good people everywhere, aren't they? Rakshasa, we're really having problems within."

"As far as I know, a few white turbans died in New York some time ago, and it has something to do with them."

Russell blinked, motioning for him to continue.

"Well, it looks like you all know, that's right, CIA Director Garrison is their man, the mastermind who plotted to kill White Turban."

"You're talking more and more nonsense."

「… What would you like to hear? As long as I know, I can tell you."

"Did you give the paper?"

Yot swept his eyes and nodded, "Yes, the people in here are all related to those actions."

Russell smiled, "You want me to kill them?"

"That's right, they have disturbed global public order, and they are the most heinous crimes!"

Russell was silent for a moment and said, "I have one condition."

"You say."

"I need 500 rockets, 500 grenades, 100 boxes of grenades, 300 guns of all kinds, and 10 million rounds of ammunition......

Yot looked at him in a daze, "You're going to attack the White House?"

"Hahaha, I'm going to restart the Black Queen's glory, understand?"

"I can't make my own decisions, these things are too expensive and too sensitive."

"I buy it with money, you just need to provide a procurement channel, how about a discount?"

"That's fine, the people on these papers."

Russell said, "How can I make them disappear without guns and cannons?"

"Okay, I'll ...... as soon as possible Then I will take my leave."

When he got off the bus in Yot, Russell reminded, "These tracking and positioning methods of the Bureau of Investigation have become obsolete as early as the last century, so you should change your skills. Scarlo Yot Hunter!"

Yot turned his head at the reluctance, his eyes fixed on Russell.