Chapter seven hundred and seventy-eight: killer asks for a monthly ticket) asks for the month
Ten people entered the villa and quickly searched the villa. After all, the villa was really big, but small, so the ten people split up and searched the villa in less than a few minutes.
The only place that has not been searched now is the basement.
The leader led people to the door of the basement. The door was locked, so the leader made a few tactical gestures, and a particularly tall team member came out with a door breaker.
"one two three!"
The door breaker opened the door, and then the shock bomb that had been prepared was thrown in.
boom!
The mercenaries outside the door waited for a second, and then rushed in with extremely skillful bows. These guys had better skills than ordinary special forces, and I don't know how they formed such a team.
Under mutual cover, a group of mercenaries quickly completed the search of the basement.
"no one!"
"no one!"
"no one!"
The mercenary leader understood immediately and the target ran away!
"Hurry! Chase! They can't go far!" In fact, the leader also knows that the surrounding area is full of killers. If someone really escapes, the group of people will be more excited than him, but it is calm outside! What does this mean? This means that the target must not have escaped.
Get out of the encirclement!
They still have a chance!
So a group of people hurriedly ran out of the villa. But after running out, the leader felt keenly...the atmosphere was different!
So quiet!
It’s not that they were noisy before, they were all professionals, who would be such an amateur? But people who have been on the battlefield and killed people can keenly feel the atmosphere of the battlefield. Just now, although it was silent outside, the leader could feel it.
There are dangers everywhere. In fact, if the high table had not offered an unprecedented price of 50 million per head, he would not have been able to take his brothers into this muddy water, but... 100 million U.S. dollars! After this vote, everyone
Everyone can get 10 million!
And the high table does not pump water!
Why do high-end tables attract killers? Because they have no other troubles except high pumping! High-end tables will solve all worries. Each person has 10 million, which is clean money, and they have paid taxes!
This is the awesome thing about high-top tables!
So this one business is enough to be worth the previous twenty deals! Don’t think that just because the bounty looks high, the killer will earn a lot. The rake standard for the high table table is 65%! It’s ridiculously high, but of course it’s worth it.
The value is there, plus the cost investment, generally speaking, a one million order can make a profit of 200,000, which is already very good.
This is why there is such a concentration of good players.
But the situation is different now, it's too quiet outside!
The solemn atmosphere before is gone!
There is just deathly silence!
"Be careful!" the leader shouted immediately. But these became his last words in this world.
Snapped!
A bullet entered his throat, and neither the bulletproof helmet nor the body armor could save his life. The leader tightly covered his neck and breathed frantically, but no air could enter his lungs. His face was covered with
Twitching in despair, he fell to the ground.
Almost at the same time as the gunfire rang out, other team members immediately rushed out and formed a defensive formation based on their vehicles. At the same time, they dragged their boss's body behind the cover and planned to give first aid.
But when I took off the boss's helmet and mask, I found that it was already too late.
So dead!
What should we do now?
The boss is dead, do they still want to continue?
Everyone looked at each other.
But soon they no longer had to worry, because others helped them make their choice.
Snapped!
A bullet was fired from the villa, shooting a mercenary to the ground.
Everyone reacted quickly and raised their guns and fired at the villa without thinking about aiming. Anyone who has actually been on the battlefield knows that when a battle occurs, the marksmanship is all clouds, so just use piles of bullets!
Kill an enemy with hundreds of rounds of bullets and make a huge profit!
According to relevant data, the U.S. military has invested an astonishing US$6 trillion since the Iraq War. It consumed 6 billion rounds of ammunition and killed a total of 24,000 people. This means that an average of 250,000 rounds of ammunition killed an enemy.
So everything you aim at is just a cloud, but if you have enough ammunition, it’s just Tutu!
The mercenary's firepower is absolutely sufficient, with light and heavy machine guns, and two remote-controlled Gatling guns on the vehicle that pour out ammunition like crazy.
In less than three minutes, the entire villa began to shake.
At this time, the ammunition is almost exhausted and needs to be replaced.
But at this moment, gunshots were heard again behind them.
Bang bang bang!
From the sound, they knew it was the sound of a large-caliber firearm. They wanted to throw him down immediately, but unfortunately it was too late because the gunshot was too close to them.
The three mercenaries were knocked down instantly, with holes as big as bowls appearing in their chests!
This wound...
Experienced mercenaries will know at a glance that this is a large-caliber Magnum!
They had only encountered this kind of wound when hunting, and this was the first time they had seen it on a human body. There was no way, the large-caliber Magnum was originally used for hunting, and the recoil was too great, so most people really couldn't handle it.
Most people didn't have the time to think about this, and instead turned their guns and shot in the direction outside the villa.
But before he could fire, another gunshot came from behind...
What the hell is going on!
Why are there enemies in front and behind? And the villa was smashed by them, so why would Mao still have enemies?
But before they could figure it out, several black shadows suddenly flew into the night sky, followed by two swish sounds.
Everyone was frozen in place.
Then, they fell to the ground one after another.
After a while, Xue Mint walked out of the villa. He was holding a silver m1911 in his hand. On the other side, Kai also walked out with a person in his hand. He waved and the black shadows that were still in the air were scattered.
It returned to his hands like a tired bird returning to the forest.
Those are the flying knives that Hannibal confiscated from Willis. I have to say that Kai really loves these things. Kai didn't realize it before, but this thing really looks like a flying sword!
What boy doesn’t dream of becoming an immortal?
Especially after the spread of Sword and Fairy that year.
Jiujianxian is really handsome!
Feijian is so handsome!
Actually, flying swords are about as powerful as bullets, and bullets are even more cost-effective. But Kai prefers to use flying swords.
What a feeling!
Although Kai doesn't know what feelings are, after all, in his previous life, the word feelings was ruined.
Anyway, don't worry, just be handsome and you'll be done with it.
Blood Mint looked at the unfortunate guy in Kai's hand.
"Keep him alive and you can examine him."
After saying that, he threw the unfortunate guy to the blood mint.
Blood Mint nodded, grabbed the unfortunate guy and walked aside.
…
"How's it going?" Cornell asked nervously.
Sitting opposite him was Wednesday. He put down the antique phone and exhaled deeply.
"Failed."
Cornell fell down on his seat in disappointment, and then stood up hurriedly: "You have guaranteed my safety! What must you do?!!"
There's no way, it's too scary. Cornell himself has some abilities, otherwise he wouldn't be able to remain independent and live well between Gao Tai and Kingpin. But even he doesn't dare to face Gao Tai
The elite killers at the table surrounded and killed each other, it was definitely a death wish.
In the profession of killer, real masters may not be able to kill, nor do you need to be able to kill. Killers have all kinds of strange ways to complete their tasks. Cornell knew that there was such a person in the killer profession who never killed people himself, but he didn't
People know how he killed people.
In short, don't think that killers are all the kind of murderers who shoot with guns and bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.
There is everyone in this industry, so don’t think that having some superpowers will make you a good person.
But so many elite killers failed!
Yes, this siege was a trap from the beginning. Cornell deliberately told his younger brother about that place, just to let Hannibal and Bloodmint come to the door themselves.
The high table had more than thirty experts in the industry surrounding it in order to kill him with one blow. But now it failed!
Wednesday's face looked very ugly, and he actually didn't say some things.
That is, not only did the siege fail, but all the killers died!
Most of them showed no sign of resistance at all!
Now the 'scavengers' at the high table are working hard to eliminate those corpses and traces. Otherwise, with so many corpses, the pressure on the high table will be great.
"We have a backup plan for this, you don't have to worry at all." Wednesday had no interest in the gang leader in front of him, or Cornell was a big shot in Harlem, but in Wednesday's eyes he was nothing.
Against Cornell on the high table, it's a complete hunt for rabbits. Using him to fish out Hannibal can also expand your power.
Then Wednesday ignored Cornell, picked up his phone, and dialed.
"Sloan, let's talk."
…
Sloan is an old black man. If you see him on the street, you will just think that he is an honest and responsible old man.
But in fact, he is the leader of the most famous killer organization in the world.
The Brotherhood is also called the Mutual Aid Society or the Assassin Brotherhood. In short, it can have many names, but the essence remains the same. It is a killer organization that makes a living by killing people.
Of course, people within this organization do not think so. They feel that they represent justice in the world. They work for God and kill evil people who have caused great harm to the world in order to maintain world peace.
A very great creed.
But other people in the industry sneered at this and thought they were a bunch of lunatics.
Because they kill people the same way and collect money the same way.
This is the killer.
Apart from this, the mutual aid association actually has a pretty good reputation in the industry. Their killers are fearless and fearless of death. They regard completing tasks as their top priority and are extremely dedicated.
Of course it's not without its shortcomings.
That's just too expensive.
Generally speaking, the mutual aid association and the high table are in a competitive relationship, but in fact, the mutual aid association is in a sense a subordinate unit of the high table, but it is more independent. The high table sometimes places orders for the fraternity.
Sloan frowned immediately after receiving Wednesday's call.
The mutual aid association has had a lot of problems in the past six months, many members have died, and they are busy taking care of themselves. It is also because the mutual aid association itself is relatively closed, and it is difficult for news to spread, so it is not known to the outside world. But the actual situation is that the mutual aid association is having a hard time now.
Just a few days ago, ‘x’, one of the strongest killers in the mutual aid association, was killed.
In addition to the elite killers who sacrificed before, there are not many elite killers that the mutual aid association can dispatch at this stage.
If he could, Sloan wouldn't want to deal with these nonsense, but the problem is that he can't refuse.
The reason why mutual aid associations can exist and thrive in the highly competitive industry of killers is not because they can conquer the world. Again, in the assassin industry, everyone has it, and mutual aid associations really don’t have that ability. Join the high table and accept it.
Their leadership is the reason why they have been able to remain transcendent in this industry.
So Sloan couldn't refuse.
Thinking of this, Sloan called Fox.
"How's Wesley?"
"Excellent, he is indeed that man's son." Fox said in a very strange tone.
"Really... Then, it's time to give him a test. If he passes the test... then the plan can begin." Sloan said.
"What mission?" Fox asked seriously.
Fox was perhaps the most steadfast of all the fraternity killers.
"Kill Hannibal!" Sloan didn't care that Fox knew about it.
Because Hannibal's reputation is... he's a stinker, a real bad guy. It's not unusual for him to appear on the loom.
Oh, by the way, what makes other colleagues in the mutual aid industry laugh the most is that the mutual aid association claims to the outside world that their goals all come from a loom... This is so funny. Outsiders don't believe it anyway. I just think the people in the mutual aid association have some brains.
Problem.
Of course Fox knew about Hannibal and didn't think there was anything wrong with killing him. He didn't suspect there was anything fishy about it.
She was just worried that... this test would be too... difficult.
"Would this be bad for Wesley...?"
"We are out of time, Fox. How many of us are there now? Carlos is hunting us one after another. How many of us can escape his pursuit? He is the strongest one. We have no choice.
"
In fact, Sloan had another intention.
He didn't quite know how terrifying Hannibal was, but for a nationally famous murderer to be able to get away with it so far was definitely not lucky.
So he hoped to use Wesley's danger to draw out Carlos, and it would be best to let both them and Hannibal suffer losses, and then they would come out to clean up the mess.
Kill two birds with one stone.
"I understand, and I request to join the action."
"No problem, this mission is originally a multi-person operation. I will ask the gunsmith and Barry to join the operation together, and the insecticide will be your backup."
"clear!"
Fox put down the phone and looked at Wesley, who was still fighting the butcher.
Wesley, just over a month ago, was just a Luther with a gloomy life, an oppressed social animal, and an unlucky guy who was raped. If there were no accidents, his final outcome would only be to achieve nothing, and in the end
The worst thing is that even Wesley himself thinks so. In his opinion, the meaning of life is to kill time and wait for death-until he meets Fox, everything changes.
He was taken into an unknown world by Fox.
A world of killers.
Here, he saw a world that was completely different from his terrible life. In this world, he was not a fool who had accomplished nothing, nor a mediocre mortal, but a genius with extraordinary talents.
An unparalleled father, with a goal so noble that it can change the world.
Although he keeps complaining about being tired, in fact, he likes it.
He loves it all!
Because he finally escaped from the reincarnation that was called life but was actually hell.
He wants to live a different life!
"Wesley!"
"Here!" Wesley dodged the butcher's knife and fought back with the meat cleaver in his hand while responding to Fox.
"We have a mission! Sloan said, this will be your test!"
