A group of three Western men opened the door of a basement in the backyard. The basement was built in the backyard, but there were two roads, one leading to the front yard and the other leading to the outside of the backyard. There were more than this in the Shao family's yard.
There are as many as seven secret passages extending in all directions. It may be that the Shao family's ancestor had done too many bad things and felt weak, so he dug such a tunnel for himself and arranged traps for emergencies.
The group of three Western men got into the tunnel, and soon the man next to Plath who was tinkering with the remote control hurried over and got in.
It was obviously impossible for these bodyguards with well-developed limbs to repair the mechanism system alone. This subordinate was sweating profusely while running, and the tunnel was narrow, so he had to bend his body to move forward.
"Wait for me!"
The subordinate shouted to the front, asking the three bodyguards to wait for him.
Boom, boom...
No one responded from the front, but there were gunshots and screams.
The subordinate suddenly trembled all over, and an extremely bad feeling of fear came over him. He immediately held his breath and squatted down, quietly hibernating. At the same time, he took out the pistol at his waist and pushed it into the chamber with a click.
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Ta-ta-ta...
Footsteps were heard. The three bodyguards in front had completely stopped moving. The footsteps must be those of the murderer. The subordinate held his breath. He held up the gun. As soon as the opponent appeared, he would immediately pull the trigger.
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The person appeared, and a black shadow flashed over. The subordinate immediately pulled the trigger. He was good at typing on the computer keyboard with both hands, but he was not very good at shooting. He was only a dozen meters away and it actually flew away.
, the other party was also lucky, so he tripped under his feet and fell to the ground.
This subordinate was about to fire another shot, but the other party immediately raised his head and said, "No, don't look strong, Mr. James, it's me... I'm Shao Kangfu!"
The subordinate named James frowned and said sternly: "Why is it you!?"
"Shh..."
Shao Kangfu immediately pretended to be silent, lying on the ground on his hands and knees, lowering his voice and saying: "There is someone, there is a killer..."
James raised his gun and aimed it at Shao Kangfu's rear, "Where is it?"
"Just..." (One Zero)
Boom, boom!
Shao Kangfu raised his gun and shot James twice in the chest.
thump!
James lay on the ground, blood pouring out from his chest. He did not die immediately. His eyes were still bright, and he cursed in English: "F.uck, why...why!"
Shao Kangfu put the pistol against his head, "Because I don't want to die." His tone was cold, and he pulled the trigger again - bang!
Plath's face was extremely ugly. He had never looked so ugly, even when he saw his girlfriend sleeping in another man's bed.
James couldn't be contacted, and the bodyguards were silent. Moreover, more red dots flashed on the computer screen of another of his men. The entire agency system was completely scrapped. Who did this?
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The subordinate sitting in front of the computer said: "Mr. Plath, even if something happens to James and the others, we still have another group of people, the people from the Killer Alliance are also nearby. It is not difficult to light these black kerosene."
(zero one)
Plath looked gloomy and nodded.
Dong dong dong...
The bulletproof glass was slapped, and Eight Fingers shouted with a loud voice: "You bastard from the West, you should hurry up. It takes so much effort to light a fire. I lived a magnanimous life and died a heroic death, so hurry up and have a happy one, right?"
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"Damn, who are you showing your damn face to? I don't owe you any money. If you trap me in this place where the smell of kerosene is all over the floor, your bullshit mechanism won't be easy to use."
, can’t it light the fire?”
He held a cigarette crookedly in his eight-fingered mouth. He didn't look like a dying person, but rather like he was about to piss Plath to death.
Prime Minister Long leaned aside boredly, with a cigarette in his mouth, and raised his head at a 45-degree angle to look up at the sky.
This ruffian attitude of the two people was displayed in front of a group of people in the Western underground world. Naturally, some of these people recognized these two people. They used to be relatively famous in Southeast Asia, and not many people knew them. Now they have transformed into
World celebrities, no matter what people in the Western underground world think of them, at least at this moment they still admire their calm attitude towards death.
Plath's heart was beating harder and harder. Hidden under his stinky face was a heart that was about to explode at any time. His violently heaving chest was about to be unable to contain the rolling anger in his chest.
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He is waiting, he is suppressing, while he forcibly suppresses the anger and uneasiness in his heart, he waits for another team of bodyguards and people from the Killer Alliance to arrive. As long as the fire in front of him burns up, he can breathe a sigh of relief.
There are alleys extending in all directions in the alley. Many groups of people suddenly appeared in the alley. These people walked very fast and were agile. Their feet seemed to be lighter than cats on the stone road in the alley.
"Ouch……"
Suddenly, a beggar who was lying on the ground at the entrance of the alley screamed in pain, suddenly sat up, and cursed at the three men who just passed by him: "You are in a hurry to get rid of ghosts and reincarnate, and you stepped on my old man."
I don’t know, hehe, they are still foreigners, foreigners have to apologize!”
The beggar looked slovenly and his clothes were in tatters. Judging from his energy, he probably wouldn't beg for food even if he put in a little effort.
The three men didn't want to pay attention, but they couldn't ignore it. One of them was grabbed by the sleeve by the beggar, and the beggar held his head high, and the spittle sprayed from his mouth smelled like chives.
The three men raised their brows, and an evil thought immediately arose in their hearts. They took out the knives in their hands and were about to stab the beggar in the heart.
Keng, Keng, Keng...
There were three muffled sounds in a row. The beggar, who looked slovenly and had two ounces of lice off his body, suddenly had a gun with a silencer in his hand.
The Western man who was grabbed by the beggar twitched violently, almost visible to the naked eye. Three streaks of blood spurted out from his back, and the dagger he held in his hand fell to the ground.
The other two Western men had stunned expressions on their faces. Before they could react, two more men appeared behind them. The two men also held pistols with silencers in their hands, and the muzzles were black.
He pressed it against the backs of the heads of two Western men, and at the same time he pulled the trigger under his hand, and there were two muffled sounds... (To be continued)