Abandoned factory outside Boston.

Lin Bei was tied to a sewer pipe. His face was covered with scars, and there were some blood stains on the corners of his mouth. His glasses hung on the bridge of his nose, dangling. It seemed that he was breathing out more than he was breathing in.

There were four black people nearby, playing with the business card in their hands and looking at it repeatedly.

"Hey, I think this is gold." One of the black men with yellow hair flicked the business card with his hand and made a crisp sound. Then he boldly wanted to lick it with his tongue, but was stopped by someone.

, the one-year-old Hei on the left had a fierce look on his face, "Idiot, this is not Zimbabwe's cow dung soup." He lowered his voice, his right eyebrows were aligned, and he looked at everyone, "I think this business card is

It seems that the master is not simple."

"Boll, go ask that Asian, who is this?"

This old black man obviously has some prestige among the people. The black man who was called by him stood up. His face looked very silly, and his eyes reluctantly turned away from the business card. His intuition told him that this business card would be enough for him to eat in Zimbabwe.

After a good meal, he walked up to Lin Bei and punched the latter in the stomach, saying, "Are you going to say it or not?!"

vomit!

Lin Bei convulsed, and his face became even paler. The glasses fell to the ground, and they were crushed by the opponent with a click.

"Don't tell me, tell me now!" Bol knew that he was reckless. Seeing this, the old black man jumped off the platform, "Hey, hey, do you want to beat him to death? Bol?"

"But he didn't answer."

"Did you ask a question? Idiot!"

Bol was startled, then scratched his head and muttered, "Do I need to ask?"

This left the other three speechless for a while.

The yellow-headed black man even complained, "I said, we shouldn't have brought this idiot here, he cost us 200 million Zimbabwean dollars!"

"That's enough, stop saying these meaningless words. We are here for money. Do you want to watch Boer starve to death in the village?" Lao Hei glared at him fiercely, scolded, and then pushed Boo away.

Er, stand in front of Lin Bei.

In fact, it was an accident that they kidnapped Lin Bei.

Who let this guy walk on the street alone? And he is an Asian. Who in the world doesn't know that Asians are the easiest to bully and the richest group of people. He originally planned to knock on the sap and then rob.

, but Lin Bei only had 17 US dollars in his entire possessions, so the other party was so angry that he tied him up and planned to extort some living expenses.

"Tell me, whose business card is this?"

Lin Bei raised his head, his left cheek was swollen, his eyes were squeezed to the point of squinting, and the drool stained with blood drooped from the corner of his mouth. He looked miserable, and he groaned in his throat, "Nicholas...Las Tang!"

"Why is this name so weird?" Bol muttered. Lao Hei glanced at him and turned his head again, "What does he do?" The first time his voice was too soft, he could only see Lin Bei's lips moving.

So he leaned his head close to him, imagining that the act of biting off the other person's ears didn't happen at all. He was about to be beaten to shit. How could he have such strength, and how could an ordinary student have such courage?

To a certain extent, we are sheep.

But this society and the world are fighting like the laws of the forest.

"Uncle, what did he say?" the yellow-headed black man asked.

"I didn't hear that. I only heard, bodyguard...bodyguard, or something." Lao Hei frowned and said. When the former heard this, his eyes lit up, "There must be a rich person with a bodyguard. Shouldn't we have less money?"

Already?"

3 million US dollars is still less?

In fact, they were just yelling nonsense at first. They had no idea about this data at all. They only knew that in Zimbabwe, you have to carry banknotes to take the bus, which costs 1 billion per trip!

The 3 million U.S. dollars should be worth a little bit.

I've only been in Boston for two days, and I still don't have much of an idea. It's like going from one hell to another.

While they were discussing, two black vans had already driven to the abandoned factory and stopped two hundred meters away. If they got closer, the sound of motivation could easily be heard (knock on the blackboard, some knowledge!).

The little angel sitting in the passenger seat pushed open the door, opened it sideways, and 14 people got out of the two cars.

"Move the things out." He said to the two employees, and the two pulled out an iron box from the car, moved it to the ground, and opened it. It was filled with parts of firearms, mostly pistols and short rifles.

rush.

You still need to exercise a little restraint when it comes to hawk sauce.

They can't beat the heavily armed police! Of course, the value is in numbers, but equally, as the state's main encirclement force, they are not simple in terms of equipment and personnel training. No matter how good they are, they have to kneel before the human sea tactics.

Snap.

The little angel loaded up a P7 pistol, which is another classic semi-automatic pistol from Heckler and Koch. This gun is specially designed to meet the needs of the German police and is very safe to use. In addition to the German police, the anti-terrorist SWAT team gsg

The special forces of the 9th and 6th West German armies also purchased P7 pistols. The Greek manufacturer produced the EP7 pistol according to the drawings of the P7M8, which is also the standard pistol of the Greek police. The Mexican manufacturer obtained Heckler-Koch

After obtaining the license, the P7 pistol was also produced locally.

This gun is also safer.

There is no need to put the gun in shooting position before shooting. The grip safety is very good and can engage the trigger with the cocking and firing mechanism. When shooting, you only need to hold the grip and pull the trigger, and the pistol will cock and release the firing pin.

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When the gun is accidentally dropped, the grip is released and the pistol is immediately in a safe state to prevent misfire.

Apart from the Soviet products, my favorite item inside the umbrella is the German one.

But the furry bear is very reckless on the battlefield, a typical example of frontal toughness, but when it comes to rescuing hostages and counter-terrorism, he is a bit incompetent and a little weak. German craftsmanship is still very good in arms, even if it became a defeated country in World War II.

Finally, they can also maintain a deterrent to other countries in Europe.

To this end, John also spent more than 700,000 US dollars to buy a batch of German weapons from the Germans specifically for the use of bodyguards.

"action!"

Everything that needs to be said has been said in the car, so there is not much else to say.

What is certain is that there are definitely not many people in the house and it is not a planned crime. Otherwise, they would not be stupid enough not to set up dark spots. Moreover, the Boston Intelligence Department is not a fool. If there are large-scale threats to society,

Once you enter, there will definitely be a registration. Yingjiang's cameras cover a wide range of areas. Of course, most of them are installed in private homes. They are too particular about human rights, so that when many police officers need to find cameras when handling cases, they have to ask the owners.

The 14 people were divided into two groups and went around from left to right. It was extremely smooth. When they arrived at a room, they finally heard shouts coming from inside. The little angel leaned against the corner and motioned to the employees behind to observe. The latter cautiously leaned out.

His head glanced briefly, then he quickly retracted and used tactical gestures towards them.

"The four gangsters found no weapons, and the hostages are inside."

No weapons?

This is good news, but in order to prevent the trapped beast from fighting, the little angel still directed a few employees to go around and signaled them to attack from the side window.

I checked my watch, and when the second hand hit the designated time, they were like cheetahs, jumping in from all the openings, and some kicked down the door.

This movement immediately frightened the old gangsters inside.

Seeing a dozen people coming in with guns raised, their minds went blank on the spot, but some of them were fierce. The yellow-headed black man took out a knife from his pocket and stabbed the nearest employee in the ribs. He was dodged and put away.

When he was unable to resist, he was strangled by the neck and knocked down directly.
Chapter completed!