At night, the night sky is so bright under the soft moonlight.
I was so satisfied with her body that I ended my madness and just fell asleep.
"Brother Wolf, it's time for us to set off."
The one who knocked on the door was my subordinate "Rat". Because of his special experience, he has meticulousness and caution that ordinary people don't have. After I bought him from the gun of a drug dealer, in just six months, he became my
The second person in the club. What? You ask me who the number one is? Have you suffered a serious blow to your head? Didn't you see him call me "Brother Wolf"?
"knew."
I pushed myself up from the bed with nostalgia, and slowly put on my clothes. Looking back at the bed, the bright moonlight shined through the window pane on a female body, a perfect body. There were still traces of love left there.
The aftertaste of extreme excitement. Under her maddening gaze, I inserted my second life, two "P7" pistols into the gun bag under my arm.
"Baby, stay here and wait for me to come back."
"You have to come back soon, I haven't had enough fun yet!" I smiled, opened the door, and walked downstairs.
The mouse and his brothers were waiting in the hall downstairs. When he saw me coming, the mouse hurried up to greet me.
"Boss, the people over there sent word that the goods will arrive on time. The transaction will be carried out as scheduled. We still have two hours. Brothers are all ready."
I walked out of the room, took a deep breath of the early autumn air in the hall, and looked up at the night sky. The round full moon covered everything on the earth with a dreamy silver color. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is a peaceful and peaceful day.
days.
"Let's go" I stepped into the car door: "Tell the brothers, no one will be left alive, and be careful yourself. When I come back later, I will take everyone to Blu-ray Nightclub to play all night."
"Yes. Brother Wolf."
Five cars drove out of the gate one after another, and the guards at the gate bowed and saluted my car. In their hearts, I was the center of the whole world. I was everything to them.
Do you know who I am?
I am a boss, a gangster boss. To be precise, I am a secret agent of the Ministry of Internal Affairs disguised as a gangster boss. In this seemingly highly civilized but actually filthy world, there are too many evils and are full of
All kinds of crimes and corruption, and their sophisticated methods make it more and more difficult for the government to find evidence to bring these crimes to court openly. I don't know if it is the government's cruel idea to ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to join the military.
The special forces of the Fang selected a group of elites and used violence to control violence as non-civil servants to punish these crimes. And I, a 1-year-old kid who had just received all excellent scores in the military strategic and tactical assessment,
Second Lieutenant, unfortunately, I won the prize.
From then on, I bid farewell to my simple military life and embarked on a gray life path.
"Damn it," I thought angrily, "didn't I get straight A's in strategy and tactics? I've never been so lucky when buying lottery tickets!"
My mission, to put it simply, is to use my best method to make the target disappear from the world. In the past three years, under the orders of my boss, one by one, Jianghu bosses and senior government officials died under the gun of my brother and me.
.Watching each life disappear in my eyes, my heart became more and more numb, as if what died in front of me was no longer a human being, but garbage. I recalled the first time I performed a mission as a novice in the underworld.
The heartbeat of one hundred and twenty times per minute can't help but make me laugh. For a 1-year-old young man, killing is not an easy task, even if I am a law enforcer, even if the target is an abuser who deserves the crime. But he is in the middle
The red and white stuff that flew out from the back of my head after the bullet, as well as the twitching right leg in a pool of blood, still made me vomit and stay in a daze for a week.
Slowly, I am tired of this kind of life. Although my boss has repeatedly stated that these people deserve their crimes, I still feel that my hands are full of blood. I am not sure which of these people deserve to die.
Innocent. I understand that I am just a tool, a very useful tool. A very useful tool without any supervision. My boss can let me do anything without worrying about anything unusual happening. And
Who knows whether a tool without supervision is used to enforce law or to create new crimes? In the eyes of my brothers, I am their boss. This weird boss of mine is very important to killing drug dealers of all sizes.
Showing great enthusiasm. Because, my boss is the top officer of the Anti-Narcotics Crime Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
"Why are you thinking so much? After finishing this vote, I will go and take a good vacation." Over the past few days, my experience in the underworld has transformed me from a small officer into a complete gangster.
My association has a lot of profitable businesses in my city, and my bank account has swelled very much. This makes me like this job again. I can go my own way and live a life of luxury. I can get everything I want.
The things I want, even all the women I like. Originally, I am the boss now, the boss, you can’t expect a boss to live the life of a Taoist gentleman? In the eyes of ordinary people, living such a life is
The duty of a boss. I wonder if the abusers in the government took this situation into consideration at the time? Haha, it’s good to let these idiots use their brains occasionally.
"I don't know, will my first love still remember me? That Chen Si who was gentle and polite since childhood? Or will he only look at me with disgust when he sees the current Xunlang?"
Thinking about the good education I received since I was a child, whether it was my family, my teachers at school, my childhood playmates, my childhood friends, my lovers, or myself, who would have thought that I would be like this now?
"Brother Wolf." The car stopped in the ruins of an abandoned dock. A young man ran over and opened the car door for me. "We have arrived."
I got out of the car and walked through the ruins covered with weeds. The subordinates who had arrived earlier were already waiting. All I saw along the way were hands playing with weapons and cold and excited faces. I stood on a broken wall that was about to collapse.
I saw a mouse while I was walking. I walked over and squatted next to him. I took the low-light night vision device from my brother and looked towards the dock.
"Brother Lang, the brother who arrived earlier said that everything is normal and they have already started trading."
Under the bright moonlight, a speedboat was parked at the pier. There were busy figures all over the pier. They carefully moved boxes one by one from the speedboat to the pier. When the lens of the night vision device flickered, I was already beside several trucks.
I found my goal today. It’s him!
A fat man who calls himself Jesus. His hair that is about to fall out and a ridiculously big belly have become his most prominent features. I heard that this man is extremely lustful, and I can’t help but feel happy about the women he wants to ravage in the future. After all,
Being weighed down by a body weighing more than 100 kilograms is not a pleasant thing.
Jesus was talking to two middle-aged men who looked like businessmen. Judging from the situation, these two men should be from the supplier.
"I'm really tired of living. Don't they know that being free on the boss's property will lead to death?" the mouse said softly in my ear.
"Three hundred percent profit can make anyone crazy!" To me, who has been strictly trained since I was a child, everything is normal.
"Tell brothers, get into position and obey my orders."
Watching the younger brothers take out their weapons, spread out on their knees, and use a combination of attack, cover, and support to occupy the terrain that is extremely beneficial to our side, I can't help but feel a little proud in my heart. These guys are all trained by me.
Each person has been carefully selected and trained by me, and I have used my hard-earned money to equip them with the most sophisticated weapons and communication facilities. Just shooting training in the basement of my villa every day consumes two hundred rounds of ammunition for each person. These,
The government has never given me a penny. But the money is not in vain. The rigorous training has brought amazing results. Not to mention the more than 20 gang members, even the other party is the police's special police unit, I have the ability to do it.
The certainty of victory. From this point of view, the overall cost-effectiveness ratio is still very low.
I took the automatic rifle handed over by the mouse and checked it carefully. The sounds of several teams auditioning came from the earphones.
"A small team is auditioning, a small team is auditioning, it's over."
"The second team received it, the second team received it, it's over."
"Team Three received it, Team Three received it, it's over."
"Team Four received it, Team Four received it, it's over."
"The fifth team received it, the fifth team received it, it's over."
The mouse nodded to me, "Boss, that's it."
I tightened the pickup stuck in my throat and started issuing commands.
"Each team enters the angle according to the predetermined plan to confirm."
"Confirmation completed!"
"Each attack team enters the assault position to confirm."
"Confirmation completed!"
"The cover teams of each team enter the cover position to confirm."
"Confirmation completed!"
"Each team's support team's support fire preparation is confirmed."
"Confirmation completed!"
I heard the affirmative answers from the captains of each team coming from the headphones. I knew that the brothers were ready. They were waiting for my signal.
I picked up my beloved automatic rifle, and pressed the butt of the gun tightly against my right shoulder. I gently placed my face on the cheekpiece, and slowly adjusted the aperture with the cross lines. It was really firm.
I firmly put it on the chubby face of Jesus. The number on the laser rangefinder kept beating. Finally it stopped at 400 meters. For my gun, this is to maintain its maximum power and ballistic characteristics.
the optimal distance.
Everyone knows the consequences of being shot by an Austrian-made "AOG" rifle at such a distance. Looking at Jesus' face that was slightly deformed when he smiled, I knew that he had long been happy and had piled up a dock of drugs.
, as long as he takes action, his life will be saved by at least ten years of struggle.
"This guy's skin is really good, how do you take care of it?" I said to myself and turned on the insurance. (To be continued)