A minute can decide a battle, an hour can decide a battle, and a day can decide the fate of a country. - Benjamin Franklin (famous American writer, politician and scientist, one of the leaders of the Independent Revolution)
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The tunnel is not only a path leading to the living room fireplace, there is even a hidden passage leading here in the vent on the third floor. However, Edward removed a stone slab in the tunnel and quickly drilled into a
A smaller tunnel.
"Boss, come out quickly!"
There was still light at the other end of the tunnel, and Amy's dark face was at that end. She watched Edward crawl over quickly, put on his hand and pulled him out, looked at no one around, and then closed the tunnel entrance: "Our situation
Very bad."
Not everyone in the gang knows about this tunnel. Apart from Edward, only the person who built the tunnel and Amy know it clearly. However, the person who renovated the apartment had already entered the building a week after renovating the apartment.
to heaven.
"What, have you called Old John?" Edward wiped his nose, and the voice of Winchester 1887 came to his ears. Apparently, the battle was still going on not far outside the door. He took out the M9 from behind his waist,
He said in a deep voice: "What did the old man say?"
Amy shook her head, glanced at Edward and said with some embarrassment: "No, I haven't called yet."
"Why?"
There was a hint of anger in his tone: "I need a reason." Edward turned his head slightly, looked at Amy's face, put his hand on his shoulder, but squeezed his collarbone and it hurt: "I don't want to
To be wiped out tonight, you know, I have put a lot of effort into this."
Amy nodded and said hurriedly: "I know, but I can't contact that old guy at all!" He swallowed, and his voice was a little panicked: "Boss, you know, my status can't be compared to that of old John.
talk!"
Although Amy still held a submachine gun in his hand, he could not form any idea at all when faced with Edward's questioning.
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper because of the Russians." Edward forced a smile on his lips, stretched out his hand to smooth Amy's shoulders, and put away the pistol in his right hand: "I will call Old John personally.
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"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"
In the luxuriously decorated room, the phone rang rapidly, interrupting someone who was napping on the lounge chair next to the fireplace.
"Oh, it's really unsettling!" Opening his somewhat confused eyes, the man slowly sat upright, picked up the glasses on the low table beside him, put them on before his eyes and looked at the phone not far away.
The soft light shone on his face, which was full of wrinkles. He was an old man with gray hair.
Some chubby hands picked up the newspaper on his knees, folded it neatly and placed it on the low table. Then he slowly stood up, walked towards the phone, and squinted at the clock on the left: "
Is it already night?"
Shaking his head slightly, the old man shook his head somewhat self-deprecatingly: "As we get older, even taking a nap takes a long time..." Looking at the familiar numbers displayed on it, with a slight smile on his lips, as if everything was under control, he picked up the
Phone: "Hello, my dear Mr. Edward."
"No, Chief John, I'm very bad!"
On the phone, a rich male voice sounded calm, but with a hint of anger: "Please tell me why the Russians came to my home and there is no one from the police station to help me solve it."
"Oh, my dear Edward, has something happened?" Old John stretched out his hand to wipe his nose, raised his cloudy eyes to look at the night outside the window, shook his head slightly and sighed: "Oh, people are old, even their heads are old.
, not as good as you young people..."
"It seems to me that you are very healthy!" A worried Edward interrupted, interrupting Old John's words: "If you can, I hope you can help me this time."
Old John shook his head slightly and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Oh oh oh, young people are young people, they always like to interrupt the old people." His mouth made a sound that seemed to be dissatisfied: "Can't you wait for me to finish speaking?
?”
"Yes, Mr. John, you said it!"
Edward's brows furrowed tightly, and a suppressed anger burned in his heart, as if it was going to burn his whole body.
He squeezed the phone tightly and tried to keep his tone calm: "I am willing to give up 10% again based on the previous one!"
"Oh, my dear little Edward, I suppose you are not joking?"
On the other end of the phone, Old John seemed to be shocked. He coughed slightly and asked a little excitedly: "Didn't you do this because of a temporary fever?"
His words were filled with obvious sarcasm: "According to your personality, you won't give up so easily!"
"Of course, no!" The phone made a creaking sound, and Edward's knuckles turned slightly white. He wanted to throw the phone to the ground and yell at the disgusting vampire opposite.
But, this is obviously impossible.
The gunshots in his ears and the gloomy fear in the eyes of his brothers prevented him from doing so. Edward gritted his teeth, he had to endure. Sacrificing most of the interests for the sake of temporary pleasure was not his style, let alone him.
personality!
"Tomorrow, at ten o'clock at the latest, I will transfer the money to your account."
Edward spoke almost word for word. He trembled and said to the mobile phone: "You know how much effort I have put into this gang!" He held the mobile phone slightly away from his face, making it easier for the gunshots around him to pass in: "You know better.
, what is the purpose of establishing my gang?"
"uh-huh!"
On the phone, Old John's satisfied voice suddenly came out. He did not show any signs of Edward's excitement. He just said with a smile: "Young man is just young. You must respect the elderly before you wake up."
Edward was almost trembling all over: "For my previous disrespect, I am willing to give up half of it!" He almost roared: "You know, the international investigation and punishment of this thing is becoming more and more strict, and it is already difficult to get it.
It’s in stock!”
On the other end of the phone, Old John nodded, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Of course, I think as long as you can persist, God will bless you to be invincible!" As he said, he put the phone down, shook his head slightly, and supported the fat man.
His waist twisted: "What a disobedient little thing. Do you really need to train another one? It's really embarrassing."
After gently pouring himself a cup of coffee, Old John exhaled, picked up his mobile phone and fiddled with a few buttons, putting on a fake smile: "Oh, is it Old Siwo? I've run into a little trouble here.
, oh, god, you know in the suburbs... no no, I don't have to leave anything behind..."
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"Boss, how's it going?"
Edward walked out of the room, and the rapid gunshots of the AK-47 were slightly weaker. At the stairs, Amy immediately came over with her face covered. The look on her face covered in blood made him slightly startled: "Amy, what's wrong?
What happened? Are you injured?"
Amy held the submachine gun in his hand and smiled nonchalantly: "That group of Russian sons of bitches organized a charge just now, and the bullet hit the earlobe. There is no danger to his life." However, as he spoke, his words were slightly sad: "
Another brother was hit in the abdomen and his intestines were interrupted..."
"I see!"
Pursing his lips, Edward smoothed his flaxen hair. With a certain determination in his eyes, he said to the brothers around him: "Old John will send someone over right away. We only need to hold on for five minutes!"
The police station in the town is equipped with two helicopters. Although they are not current models, they are military helicopters from more than 20 years ago. They may be vulnerable to today's modern warfare, but against the Russians who do not have heavy firepower,
It's still relaxed and normal! Besides, the weather is sunny now, and the arrival time is only ten minutes at the latest!
"Will they pay the price?"
At the top of the stairs, Kosoga was sitting there, looking at Edward with red eyes. Invincible hatred appeared in his eyes, making him seem like an undead creature born only for revenge: "I want revenge! I want it.
Revenge Thors!"
"Yes!"
Edward looked around deeply, looking at each brother. He raised the M9 pistol in his hand. His silver-white suit made him look more like a successful businessman than a gang leader: "Promise in my name!
They will pay the price!"
"No one can die in vain!" Edward roared loudly at the stairs, straightened his arms, and fired several shots at the stairs, making his whole face filled with smoke: "Shit! If you have the ability, come up here!"
"Come up here! Shit!"
The brothers around them roared angrily, pointed their firearms at the stairs, and opened fire with all their strength. They were able to block the Russian's momentum from their high position.
"I will make you bleed like a river!"
Edward took out a pistol magazine from his arms and loaded it in almost three seconds. As fast as a phantom, he continued to fire downwards, shooting a Russian man's arm through the arm, causing blood to flow on the ground:
"Come on! Come on! Come on!" He also roared crazily.
If it was a last-ditch battle, Edward believed that he was now fighting a last-ditch battle. He didn't even dare to admit in his heart, whose reinforcements were coming after Old John's helicopter arrived.
My own? Or the Russians’? Or neither…
Edward simply couldn't imagine it, and he didn't want to imagine it. Because even if he escaped before, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to live freely for long. Old John's ability in this city and the connections he knew were surprisingly great!
"destiny?"
Edward smiled self-deprecatingly: "I've already died once, so it doesn't matter anymore!" He looked at the brothers around him and touched the corners of his eyes. To be honest, he was already 32 years old. Although he was in his prime, he was not in his twenties.
Young man, it has been thirty-two years since he came to this world...
"I have seen through this selfish world, it is just a petri dish of desire!"
Edward muttered to himself, and he could even hear the roar of the helicopter. He looked at the happy expressions of the brothers around him, and there was a trace of self-mockery in the corner of his mouth. Edward actually knew in his heart whether this was a savior or a demon who pushed people into the abyss.
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An OH-6A helicopter appeared above the unfinished building, and its huge searchlight illuminated the area below. A huge roar enveloped the entire unfinished building. Even the Russians stopped firing the triggers in their hands.
They each hid in the corner, quietly observing the movements of the helicopter.
"Dingle bell——"
A pleasant ringtone instantly rang in Edward's breast pocket, interrupting Edward's thoughts. He slowly picked up the phone and opened the top cover. It was an unfamiliar number. He put the phone to the side of his face and whispered:
"Hello…"
"Edward?" A strange voice sounded, with an air of indifference.
Edward frowned slightly and swallowed involuntarily. He glanced at the brothers around him and nodded lightly: "Yes, I am Edward. Excuse me..."
Before he finished speaking, the person inside said coldly: "Very good, I will be in front of you in five minutes." Before Edward could react, the phone rang with a busy "beep" tone.
"boom--"
Still dazed, Edward suddenly noticed a large amount of thick smoke accompanied by a roar on the helicopter outside the window, and then a black spot appeared in the thick smoke, piercing the void like a sharp arrow, and instantly arrived at the unfinished building.
"What is that?" Amy opened her mouth in surprise, holding the PP-90M1 in her hand. Even the Russians on the first floor seemed to have silenced themselves.
The mobile phone in Edward's hand fell to the ground and broke in half: "It's a missile..." He muttered to himself, watching the black spots getting bigger and bigger, his soul seemed to fall into the abyss, and he cursed feebly: "
Old John, you're going to hell..."
There was no violent explosion, only a wave of heat that hit him instantly, making him unable to stand and swaying from side to side.
A wave of fire rushed over immediately, swallowing up the Russians below and the brothers in front, and turned into a devil's hand from hell to grab Edward. He could only stretch out his hand in vain to block it in front of him.
That flame can instantly scorch a human body.
However, a ray of white light appeared out of the corner of his eye, and a hand reached out from it and grabbed his collar tightly. It instantly turned into a ray of white light, followed by waves of familiar dizziness, which shocked Edward.
Then the cold words came: "Mr. Edward, please don't move..."
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