Chapter 388 I Want To Play Art Too, New Task Force X (2/3)
That night, Hong Fei drove the arms dealer's truck directly into an apartment parking lot, then turned around and left.
Not long after, the three Deadshots arrived in New York and checked into the apartment building provided by Hong Fei. At the same time, they found a truck in the parking lot and got their own new toys.
In addition to a wide variety of military weapons and equipment with complete ammunition, there are also three sets of pure black combat uniforms customized for them.
In the process of getting familiar with the new guy, Boomerang rubbed his tongue back and forth, and finally couldn't help but said: "What do you think? About this crazy so-called 'mission'."
Deadshot said while adjusting the gun: "I advise you not to say anything."
Boomerang twitched the corner of his mouth, looked around, and finally glanced back furtively before continuing: "What are you afraid of? This is probably the last time we will act in this life. If we don't speak, maybe we will be in trouble in the future."
There’s nothing more to say.”
Deadshot remained unmoved at all..
He thought for a while and then said: "Don't you really think there's a problem? It's more than twenty meters underground, and it's one of the most stringent vaults in the world."
"I know these things very well and I have checked them online myself."
"Then don't you think it's strange? More than two hundred tons of gold can crush all three of us into pulp. How could he take it away?"
Deadshot clicked and pulled the gun bolt, raised the gun and looked at it again and again in the distance, and said at the same time: "I don't care about that, because I don't think his purpose of gathering us is to rob the Federal Savings Bank, so I believe in myself
Won't die."
"Hey, what if?"
"There is no such thing as a chance."
Boomerang narrowed his eyes at him and sneered silently, then turned to look at Killer Crocodile: "Hey, big crocodile, what about you? What do you think?"
Killer Crocodile put on a suitable suit and raised a heavy machine gun with satisfaction: "Don't talk too much, or I will blow you to pieces right now."
"Ha, stop joking, don't you dare shoot."
Killer Croc stared at him coldly: "It's not because of you that I don't dare to shoot."
Next to him, Deadshot, who was checking the equipment, suddenly paused. He immediately stuffed the weapons he needed into his bag, turned around and entered his room.
Killer Croc and Boomerang looked at his back and felt confused.
Sitting on the bed, he looked at the prompts that suddenly burst out in front of him and whispered: "Boss, what does this mean?"
In a hotel not far away, Hong Fei was sitting on the sofa in a bathrobe. Three images with different contents but extremely high definition were projected in front of him.
He said: "It's a very simple meaning, don't you understand?"
Deadshot's voice rang in his ears: "Boss, you never said that this pair of contact lenses can hold conversations."
"Really, I didn't think I said they would explode?"
Deadshot's hands on his knees suddenly tightened.
Hong Fei saw this scene through his eyes. He chuckled and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm just kidding. Although nanomaterials are amazing, how can something so small explode?"
Deadshot clenched his knees with both hands, and the bones and blood vessels on the back of his black hands were already bulging.
After two seconds of silence, he said: "Boss, I have been following your instructions."
"Yes, so you got the chance to talk to me alone."
"Is there anything you need me to do?"
"Well, we have another goal the day after tomorrow."
"What?" Deadshot was suddenly startled and almost couldn't help but scream.
"Relax, it's just one more target. What's there to be afraid of? How can you be a killer with such a psychological quality?"
Deadshot suddenly had countless indescribable words in his mind, but after filtering through his brain, only one sentence remained: "What is the other goal?"
"Art, I also want to play with art."
…
The next day.
Walking on the street, Hong Fei also followed Cora's example and inserted his thumbs into his duty belt. Needless to say, this posture did make people feel much more comfortable, and maintaining this movement allowed his right hand to move as quickly as possible.
Quickly draw your gun.
This is all experience.
However, the premise is that you should not be too fat, otherwise your thumbs will be squeezed and numb by the flowing abdominal muscles and duty belt, which will not be conducive to shooting with a gun.
So then again, as long as the people in the entire police station reach middle age, more than 80% of them are fat. The practicality of this action can be said to continue to decrease with age until it returns to zero.
"It's so boring, it's so boring, it's so boring..."
Walking beside Hong Fei, Cora kept repeating the "curse" in a low voice.
If the passers-by around her could hear her clearly, they would definitely give her strange looks.
When the police aren't bored, they're in trouble.
After a while, Hong Fei also had a headache from her talking about it, so he took the initiative and said: "Kora, how about you go to the car and rest for a while, and I can go around alone?"
Cora immediately dumped him and said angrily: "Of course you want me to go back and rest, so that you can take credit again when the situation arises, but your internship period has been reduced by three months, even if you do it again
It also takes at least one month of internship.”
Hong Fei's reward for killing three robbers with his car has arrived. His internship period has been reduced by half, from one year to three months. This is a good thing, and there is also a bonus of six hundred dollars.
However, this bored woman obviously didn't want to reason.
Hong Fei simply fell silent.
Cora continued to talk.
Hong Fei was thinking about his own things while walking.
They are not only empty-handed and equipped, but also connected with the arms smuggling group. Hong Fei needs their power. Although the big guy he wants can't make it this time, according to his weapon usage habits, he will definitely be there in a short time.
He will become a big customer of this smuggling group. In the future, when the time is right, he can directly kill them all, which will allow him to advance to the police position.
Dr. June, the witch, has also contacted the two parties. June conveyed Hong Fei's message to the witch, and at the same time replied to Hong Fei on behalf of the witch.
This means that the transportation of about 230 tons of gold is no longer a problem, and there is no need to rush to sell gold, because after this incident breaks out, the international gold price is bound to have a turbulence, whether it is to take shelter, wait for a price increase, etc.
There's no harm in waiting.
At the same time, this also means that Dr. Zhu En has indeed listened to Hong Fei's words. She has begun to communicate with the witch. This is the phenomenon that Hong Fei is looking forward to. For some unknown reasons, witches need to be possessed to exist for a long time and
Dr. Zhu En is currently the best choice to give full play to his full strength. It is better to stay still than to move. There is no need to change the "host" if possible.
Regardless of how powerful a witch is, her special skill of instantaneous long-distance movement is very eye-catching.
Although Hong Fei could directly let the witch enter the vault and empty it out, he needed more than gold, or it was never gold.
We can also put it another way: a very important point of recruiting Deadshot and others is to create a wider and broader influence.
The Federal Savings Bank of New York was chosen not because there is the most gold here, but because many of the gold reserves here belong to other countries. The federal government only charges a fee to keep them on its behalf, and only about 5% belongs to the U.S. federal government itself.
This is very exciting.
Furthermore, Hong Fei also wants to be an artist.
He was used to New York without the Statue of Liberty.
Both action tasks are not simply destruction for the sake of destruction, nor are they even just to expand the influence of the event and obtain more energy boosts.
Everyone knows that to catch big fish, you need to put out a long line. If you can put out more long lines at the same time, based on probability and driven by invisible undercurrents, they may actively weave a big net on their own.
At night, Louisiana.
Two full days and nights have passed since Amanda issued the order.
At nine o'clock, the last prison car entered the prison. The person in charge of Amanda wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead and showed a bit of a smile on his face.
He ordered his subordinates to summon all the newcomers, and he rushed outside Amanda's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Pushing open the door and entering, facing Amanda's cold and somewhat cruel eyes, he lowered his eyebrows and said: "Sir, everyone is here."
Amanda didn't seem surprised. She turned around and continued to deal with the emails on the computer. After a few minutes, she closed the computer and got up and walked out. The reporter followed him obediently.
Not long after, the two arrived at the meeting point.
Many heavily armed elite combatants were guarding the outside with guns, and in the middle stood a circle of... demons and monsters.
This is the word that best fits the image of this group of creatures, bar none.
Although they are all wearing orange prison uniforms, their images each have their own characteristics and weirdness.
Amanda didn't care about this. She came directly in front of everyone, showing her indifference to the group of monsters and monsters with a pair of dead fish eyes and an expression as if her entire family had just died.
A group of people also set their sights on her at the same time.
As the subordinate next to him spoke, a piece of personal information was revealed.
The Wise Man is an old monster who has obviously reached old age but has long white hair.
The black guard, a young man with short white hair, looks like a psycho.
Meng Ge, with bright yellow skin and abnormal spots, looks more like an alien than an earthling.
Javelin, javelin in hand, that's all.
His arms were broken, and his two arms flew out from his torso. The broken parts were extremely bloody. At this time, his arms were being stepped on by two armed members. He looked in pain.
Weasel, this is not a code name, it is really a weasel, but its body has grown into a humanoid shape. The eyeballs on its weasel head are more protruding than Amanda's, and it seems that it will fall down in the next second.
The teeth in his mouth are sharp but uneven, his arms are as long as his knees, his body is extremely thin, and his body is covered with hair.
At this point, it seems that Amanda’s dead fish eyes and dead face are not incomprehensible.
After the subordinate finished reading, Amanda glanced at it, left a sentence of "lock it up" and turned around to leave.
Soon, she came to the second gathering point. The people surrounded here were almost also demons and monsters, but the external characteristics of these people and creatures were obviously stronger.
Bloodsport, Peacemaker, Polka Dot Man, Ratcatcher, King Shark.
The first four are humans, and the last one is a shark that has grown into a human shape.
It is completely different from the weasel just now. Although King Shark has a fat body and short and thick limbs, considering that it is a shark and has a shark head and a triangular dorsal fin, it actually looks quite cute.