"Uncle Tian, what Brother Deng said is true. There are so many of us shooting around, but the target has been showing disdain, not even reacting at all, and even smoking!"
"Yes, Uncle Tian, that scene was just like filming a movie. I suspect that the Continental Hotel has alien technology!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the scene became quiet.
A group of people looked at the younger brother who was speaking with strange eyes, and felt very frightened when they saw him.
Someone next to him slapped him to the ground, "Are you stupid watching TV? And alien technology? Why didn't you say that gods descended to earth?"
"Don't make any noise, don't make any noise!"
An old man frowned and waved his hand to suppress the somewhat chaotic situation.
"I understand what you mean. The situation is really not good! Did you clean up your tail when you came back?"
"Don't worry, uncles, we are professionals in this area. Brothers are divided into parts. The previous and subsequent batches are far apart. As long as someone follows them, they will definitely be discovered."
"This is good news!" The old man nodded, and he mused: "It seems that this matter needs to be considered in the long run. Let's find a place to stay for a while, and wait until I ask someone to go out to collect wind. Let's see.
We will wait and see the reaction of the Continental Hotel before making subsequent arrangements..."
The old man's idea was good, but unfortunately he didn't know that the enemy he faced this time had already exceeded his imagination.
Before he could finish his words, gunshots suddenly rang out outside.
Before a group of people could react, a large number of bullets were like rainwater, easily shooting through the wooden boards and beating everyone into pieces.
Capital intensity is like a metal storm, sweeping, tearing, and destroying at will.
In less than thirty seconds, the wooden house was almost broken into two pieces, and the upper half collapsed, turning the good house into a ready-made tomb.
"stop!"
A man wearing a mask and a fur coat suddenly raised his clenched hand, and the killers who were carrying guns around him quickly stopped shooting and quickly returned to the original route under the command of the other party.
On the hay pile outside, several corpses whose throats were cut were lying on the ground still twitching, and the blood had dyed the soil red.
The man wearing a mask took out the thermal imaging camera and looked at the target location for a while. After confirming that the temperature of the heat source had dropped by more than two degrees, he put the instrument away and turned around to leave.
Two vans suddenly came from the other direction, and seven or eight guys wearing work clothes and wearing weird fully enclosed helmets got out. Without anyone's instructions, they skillfully cleaned up the collapsed waste and dragged away the corpses one by one.
Pull it out and put it in a shroud.
They were quick in their movements and skilled in their work. Even in such complicated terrain, it did not take too long.
In less than an hour, the area had been completely cleared.
After two vans pulled away the corpses of more than twenty people quickly, a black space door suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a Qigong cannon as thin as a finger flashed, and then there was a sudden explosion on the ground.
The huge roar spread in all directions, and when the dust settled, any wooden houses or ruins were left, and even the wood was beaten to ashes.
Where the wooden house used to be, there was a large, trumpet-shaped pit about three meters deep.
This time, it can be said that all traces of the scene have been erased, and even the scene has been erased.
Unless a futuristic man suddenly pops up at this moment, the police will not be able to discover that this is actually a crime scene even if they want to.
…
Continental Hotel, mission release hall.
Da Tou pushed open the door and walked slowly in. Looking at the slightly empty hall with only a few people doing business, he glanced at the window that was still on duty and walked towards the window on the far left.
When Dandan saw someone coming over, he showed a formulaic smile: "How can I help you, sir?"
Da Tou silently handed over his ID card.
Dandan read it on the card reader and smiled: "The system shows that your business has been completed, and the reward is seven gold coins. Are you going to withdraw cash or deposit it in the vault?"
"Cash!" Datou said concisely.
"OK, just a second!"
Dandan quickly opened the drawer below, counted seven gold coins from the neatly arranged gold coins, counted them again in the palm of his hand, and handed them back together with his identity card.
"Please clarify in person!"
Datou didn't pay attention to it. He just glanced at it and knew that the number was correct.
He put the two things away, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Is there a C-level mission? Based on the contribution, I should be able to receive a C-level mission, right?"
Dandan looked at the computer screen: "Including this mission, you have completed ten prefecture-level missions in a month, and your contribution has accumulated to 103 points. You can indeed receive C-level missions. You need to look at it now.
List?”
"Give me a list of thirty gold coins or less!"
"OK!"
With quick hands and feet, Dandan took out a folder from the auxiliary filing cabinet behind her, briefly browsed through it, took out a plastic-sealed list and handed it out.
Datou looked down and saw that there were more than a dozen tasks arranged closely above. The prices were all about the same, ranging from more than twenty gold coins to thirty gold coins.
The suffix of the mission objective has a short identity description.
Judging from the list, although the identities of these people are quite different, the level of security and defense against danger seems to be similar.
Just like an ordinary fanboy is worth thirty gold coins, a financial consultant of a securities company is also worth thirty gold coins.
The identities of the two may be very different, but their satisfaction with being assassinated is the same.
Regarding this point, most of the people who have completed ten D-level tasks already have a clear understanding of the hotel's rules for assigning task levels.
He glanced ten lines at a time, quickly scanning the entire menu. Suddenly his eyes stopped and stopped on a name.
[Name: Xu Maosen]
[Task level: c level]
[Explanation: This is a fan shop active in Wong Tai Sin and Sham Shui Po. He is secretive and possesses firearms. There are more than five security guards around him, all of whom are armed with guns.]
[Tip: Recently, when he was trading, he discovered that a batch of his goods had been swallowed up by his subordinates, so he was very angry and was mobilizing his own men to hunt down the traitor.
At present, he has locked in a fitness aerobics coach named Madonna and may take action at any time.】
[Task requirement: Kill]
[Task reward: thirty]
Big head narrowed his eyes: "I want this list!"
…
At eight o'clock in the evening, a black, dilapidated car stopped at the outskirts of Kowloon City. He opened the door and got out of the car, threw a backpack behind him, and strode in.
After coming to Hong Kong Island for so many years, he has basically never been to other places except for missions. Instead, he has stayed in Kowloon City for the longest time, so he is relatively familiar here.
Even if it was dark and the lights were dim, or most of the roads were broken and there were no lights at all, Da Tou did not hesitate in his steps.
He shuttled through the complicated alleyways at a leisurely pace. Occasionally, he could see a few guys squatting on the roadside. They didn't look like good people in either shape or dress, staring at him. There was no expression on their big heads and faces at all.
Turning a blind eye, he disappeared quickly in a flash of lightning.
Although the Kowloon Walled City is chaotic, it is also very lively. Similarly, the shadows under this bustling life are much thicker.
It would be better if he was a guest, but if he was a lone stranger who accidentally broke into Kowloon City, the outcome would generally not be too good.
Of course, if you do this kind of side business too much, you will naturally develop your eyesight. The big men guarding the door can tell which one is one of your own and which one is an outsider who accidentally broke into the walled city.
Datou's whole person exudes an aura of indifference, and his waist is bulging, and there is a strange metal collision sound when he walks. In addition, the bag he casually carries on his shoulders, no matter which one, is invisible.
It exudes a sense of intimidation, suggesting that this person is not someone to be trifled with.
More importantly, he was very familiar with the roads in Kowloon City, and even if he couldn't see the road, he would still walk without hesitation.
For this reason alone, those people would not dare to cause trouble.
The big-headed dragon walked at a leisurely pace for more than ten minutes. When he came out of the narrow alley, his eyes suddenly opened up.
Inside the small Chinese-style building pavilion, lights flashed out.
This is actually a gate with a unique style, and its area is very different from other tall and short buildings of the same character. It seems to be the product of two eras.
In such a crowded area, being able to occupy a piece of open space, even if the area is small, is still a symbol of identity and status.
He took two steps forward and looked at the completely dilapidated sign with barely visible fonts.
After a while, he stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Who is it? It's late at night!"
An old voice asked inside, with a somewhat impatient tone!
"it's me!"
"..."
The people inside were obviously familiar with Big Tou's voice. After hearing these words, the footsteps suddenly accelerated a bit, and then the wooden door was opened with a creak.
"Big Head Boy, you are finally back. Do you know how worried your brother is about you these days?"
Datou said expressionlessly: "You have the wrong person, I don't have a brother!"
"What are you talking about? Brother Dao is not your brother, he is your eldest brother. You two have worshiped me before, but if I hear you say this, I don't know how sad it will be!"
The person who opened the door was an old man about fifty years old, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, a three-inch long goatee, and wearing a long coat. He looked like a dog-headed master from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Despite the enthusiasm he said, in fact, when he spoke, his eyes did not look at the first glance at all. Instead, he wandered left and right, looking at the situation outside.
After repeatedly confirming that no one was outside, the little old man took a step back and got out of the way.
The big head stepped in, the little old man closed the door, and the two of them walked in side by side.
"Looking at your expression, I should have gained a lot!"
The big head didn't say anything. The little old man was used to it and didn't take it seriously at all.
He led Datou through the living room and directly to the dining room next to him, where several men and women were already waiting.
If Su Laoquan were here at this time, he would have found that except for Maitreya Buddha, several leading guys were there, especially the coquettish guy who likes to wear cheongsam. He was posing in an unusually eye-catching pose with his arms crossed.
Sitting there with his legs crossed, he played with a small tobacco pipe rod.
A coquettish woman, with a delicate and compact appearance, an obviously precious and unusual sense of age, and the charming aura that naturally exudes from her body, she makes people feel like a vixen. Ordinary men would be reluctant to take their eyes away when they see her.
】
An old man wearing a Tang suit, with half-length white hair scattered casually, saw the big head appear, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You're back?"
Datou nodded and said nothing.
"What's the catch?"
Afraid!
A handful of gold coins were slapped on the table, exactly one for each of the five people, no more, no less.
The cheongsam woman raised her beautiful eyebrows and pushed the gold coins in front of her out with some disgust: "What do you mean?"
"That's my answer!"
Another guy dressed as a Taoist priest chuckled, looking up and down his head, as if he had thought of something, and his expression was unusually relaxed.
The woman in the cheongsam said angrily: "Smile, smile, laugh at you mlgb, you know how to play tricks all day long, you can just say what you have to say!"
The Taoist priest shook his head: "Do I still need to say this? His expression is there, doesn't it make it clear enough?"
The cheongsam woman gritted her teeth: "If you keep talking to me about anything, I will send you back to the west today!"
The Taoist priest shrugged and was not angry.
The old man in Tang suit understood something more clearly: "Man, what does this mean?"
Datou said: "I stayed there for a month to make expenses and necessary intelligence expenditures, and I had about ten gold coins left, and this is half of them!
According to the internal exchange rate, one gold coin is equal to ten thousand US dollars!"
The cheongsam woman smiled coldly: "Tell me something we don't know!"
The old man in Tang suit waved his hand: "He is just telling us that he can earn about one hundred thousand US dollars a month, which is nearly one million Hong Kong dollars a month, and he is still a newcomer!"
The Taoist opened his palms: "So I will say that these few gold coins have already made it very clear. From this point of view, the capital and task volume of the Continental Hotel are amazing, and we will never be able to compare!"
The cheongsam woman gritted her teeth: "What about the others?"
Datou said: "I have used the remaining gold coins to verify other aspects, first of all, clothing customization!"
He showed off the decent suit he was wearing: "This is an ordinary style, with some modifications to the trousers and waist. It is worth one gold coin! It is made of special Slavic behavior mixed with ordinary fibers. Although its defense power is higher than
It’s not a professional body armor, but it can still withstand bullets with a caliber of less than 4.5.”
"Is this a body armor?" The cheongsam woman was stunned.
As local killers, they usually go out to do missions. If they have an eight-hand Big Black Star, it is already very good. If the conditions are better, if they get an AK, they will be super.
Body armor? That's something that only exists in legends.
"In addition, in the members-only area inside the hotel, there is also a warehouse covering an area of nearly 5,000 square meters, which is a department store. It contains everything from daily necessities to various arms supplies, bombs, firearms, cold weapons, and special items from all aspects.
All core customized armors are available.
And the hotel promises that as long as it is something that has appeared in this world, even if the hotel does not have it yet, as long as they can pay enough gold coins, they can get it!"
Datou's eyes narrowed slightly and he said seriously: "I don't think they are talking big words!"
