In war, the first thing to be killed is truth - Aeschylus (ancient Greek tragedian)
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Opening his heavy eyelids and coughing softly, Edward propped himself up with one hand and slowly sat up on the bed. He turned to look out the window. He was still a little sleepy, but he found that the sky was a little dark.
"Is it getting dark soon?"
Holding his forehead with one hand, Edward took a few deep breaths. The nausea in his abdomen had faded a lot, and the dizziness in his head had long since disappeared.
"No, it's not night." Looking up at the clock above the TV, he found that the hour hand had already pointed to 6 a.m.: "It turns out that I slept all night..." Edward was silent for a moment, sitting quietly on the bed, tidying up after getting up.
, and some messy thoughts.
An empty cup is placed on the bedside table beside you, with a little gray liquid still remaining at the bottom. Even after a night, it has dried up slightly, but it still vaguely exudes bursts of fragrance, which softens people's hearts and seems to melt their souls.
Go in.
It's soft and delicious chocolate milk. Edward asked Emmy to buy it specially last night.
"The effect should be pretty good." Edward touched his stomach with a smile on his face. Although there was still some nausea in his stomach, it was more caused by a feeling of hunger.
This shows that Edward's body's negative effect on time travel has almost disappeared.
"Amy!"
He tilted his head slightly, and through the golden hair on his forehead, something wrapped in black cloth was placed there. Edward calmed down, quickly put on his clothes, took a deep breath, and faced the door.
The direction shouted, "Damn, I know you can hear it!"
"Oh God, I can hear you boss!"
Outside the door, Amy's voice immediately rang, and with the sound of opening and closing the door outside, Edward's door was immediately opened, and the neat black young man walked in, rubbing his tired sleepy eyes: "Boss, we are eight people.
Hourly work!”
"Eight-hour workday? God knows, we're a piece of shit eight-hour workday!"
Amy was still holding a jar of something in her hand. Edward's eyes lit up slightly. He walked over and grabbed it, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it gently. He raised his eyebrows and looked at his surprised eyes and said, "Well, chocolate milk, although
It’s filling, but it’s not bad.”
"Oh, boss, how could you..."
Seeing the bottled drink that belonged to her being taken away by Edward, Amy even forgot to remind him that she had just used her fat tongue to carefully suck through the opening, well, there was also the saliva that inadvertently flowed out and stuck to the mouth of the bottle.
…
He poured a big mouthful into his mouth, and the remaining discomfort in his body felt much better. Edward drank the bottom bit with satisfaction, threw the can into the trash can in the corner, and raised his chin to signal.
Amy picked up the thing wrapped in black cloth: "Amy, look at what I gave you."
"Of course, I don't think it's anything expensive."
Amy shrugged indifferently, walked over and picked up the black cloth, but felt a cold and hard touch in his hand. He immediately opened his eyes wide and quickly opened it, looking at the charming dark brown color inside, he couldn't help but be surprised.
Moaning: "Oh, God! Oh God! This... this is..."
"PP-90M1."
Edward leaned against the wall, watching Amy touching the PP-90M1 with a surprised look on her face, a smile on her face, and nodded: "Aren't you ready to see what this gun looks like?!"
Amy was shaking with excitement. He took out a PP-90M1, gently touched the trigger, ran his fingers across the gun body, looking for the safety and gestured to the spiral magazine held between two fingers, and turned to stare.
He looked at Edward with wide eyes, seemingly in disbelief: "Boss, these are all new?!"
"Uh-huh, of course!"
Edward nodded, with a smile on his lips, looking calm and calm: "Let my babies get up, I think we have to be more careful these days." He nodded, looked at Amy's dark face, and patted his shoulder.
: "Give these two tough guys to loyal brothers."
Amy raised her eyebrows, but before she could turn around completely, she was stopped by Edward again: "Remember, what I need is the most loyal!" Edward stared into Amy's eyes and said firmly: "I don't want to
A magazine of free bullets was loaded in the back by a good marksman!"
"Of course, the most loyal one!" Amy also nodded fiercely, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes: "I swear in the name of that old guy God, no one can shoot you in the back, boss!"
As Edward's most loyal confidant, Amy can be said to have a complete grasp of who is the most loyal in the gang, and who is the kind of erratic, and who is the secret spy sent by the old guy in town to monitor!
"I hope so!" Edward touched his forehead and smiled softly.
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There weren't many unusual things during the day, but it was strangely quiet.
Edward basically gave a strict order that the members of the gang must stay in this unfinished building, which was well prepared, to deal with the possibility of Russian gangs breaking in at any time.
Even some businesses within the city have been temporarily canceled, and a few peripheral members have been arranged to keep an eye on them and call Edward and Amy anytime and anywhere to report all normal or unusual things. After all, the town has been lost.
Edward was a little frightened by the absolute trust of that old guy John.
Don’t underestimate John’s authority in the town, and never underestimate the town’s status in the city!
Even though the entire city was in chaos, the army had entered the city to quell the chaos, and the National Guard had appeared to block all key points in and out of the city, but Edward still believed that all rebellions were just a joke.
It is undeniable that the United States, now a unipolar power, possesses the most powerful conventional and unconventional force. Even the Soviet Union, which once defeated the United States militarily, may not be able to surpass the United States today even if it develops to this day!
The sun gradually sank, and the moon slowly rose, bringing bright light, but it could not penetrate the foggy sky. It was pitch black, with no stars or moon visible, as if there was a lot of dust covering the sky.
A thin layer of fine yarn.
"The night is dark and windy, a murderous night..."
Edward stood on the balcony, holding on to the iron railing, looking coldly at the dark world. He frowned slightly, and a saying from his previous life appeared in his mind, and he slowly read it out.
, his eyes were as deep as black holes.
"Boss, everything has been arranged."
Amy's voice sounded from the corridor behind him. Edward turned his head slightly, only to find that Amy was walking over quickly with a frown on his face. He stood two steps away. He hesitated and glanced around, but still bent down and whispered:
"However, there is some bad news."
"The Russians are coming soon?"
Smiling slightly, a disdainful arc appeared at the corner of Edward's mouth: "I already know this!" He gently rubbed the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, swallowed the saliva secreted due to slight nervousness, and said without looking back:
"Let the brothers get ready."
"We want to do something big!"
The dark night outside was quiet, except for the chirping of insects in summer. He waved his hand fiercely, slapped it heavily on the railing, and made a "bang" sound, as if with absolute confidence: "No one
Can resist my position in Temuer Town!"
Amy stood behind him, lowering her head and looking at her toes. She didn't answer, just listened quietly.
"Even if it's that old guy John, I will make him pay the price!" Edward turned around with an indifferent coldness in his eyes, looked at Amy who lowered his head in silence, and said slowly: "Tell the brothers, after today
50,000 US dollars per person for the night, and the rest will be calculated separately!”
"Yes boss!"
Amy nodded heavily, then quickly turned around and walked out, over the corner and downstairs, ready to tell this encouraging word to the already nervous gang members.
Nothing is as good as material and financial encouragement, something much more powerful is needed! Fifty thousand US dollars is enough for the following group of people to work frantically for Edward!
Although the combined money of a dozen people is equivalent to Edward's share for several years, how many of them can survive tonight? Edward can hardly imagine what will happen to his people when they face AK-47
reaction!
How can a group of ragtag people fight against a group of carefully selected Russian gangsters who have received militarized training? The disintegration of the Soviet Union is not only the collapse of socialism, the communist army that once symbolized absolute force has also collapsed and become capital.
Minions of doctrine!
Taking a few deep breaths of the cool summer night breeze, Edward tried to calm down his restless heart: "It's up to people to make things happen, and it's up to God to make things happen..." He loosened the collar of his suit, looked coldly at the empty fields outside, and said
There are only a few shrubs.
Although he owns two submachine guns with powerful firepower, he is still a little uneasy when facing the Russian AK-47. It was once used as a Soviet standard individual combat weapon, and its powerful performance has been demonstrated on the battlefield.
How can we fight against the PP-90M1, plus a few pistols and shotguns?
"I hope you won't disappoint me..."
Edward closed the window, took a few steps back, took out a cut cigar from the pocket of his silver-gray suit, held it casually in his mouth, lit it with a match, and inhaled the smell of the smoke.
Everything inside.
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