The door suddenly opened, and a figure rushed out. Before the muzzle of the gun was fully raised, the whole person fell back and hit the door panel with inertia. After several deliberately suppressed screams and low voices, the brown-haired man with the name tag slumped.
fall.
In the corridor, Tang Chao, who was still dressed as a cafe clerk, followed one step at a time, with a calm expression. He was even holding the coffee bag in his left hand. If it weren't for the muzzle of the silenced gun that just hung down in his right hand, and Yu Wen, who was also lying in a mess behind him.
Corpse, this is just an ordinary delivery boy, the kind of person you wouldn’t even look at in a fast-paced society.
But of course it won't be like this now. For those who are still hiding in this accounting office, the slow and steady footsteps in the corridor are like the scythe of death dragging on the floor.
The abnormal sound on the bed was harsh and sharp, as if it was dragging in their hearts, especially clear and terrifying...
Initial control of the field, achieved!
As expected, although the opening method is a bit unexpected, it will not affect anything. Tang Chao does not talk big words, and he has enough patience and vigilance in action. This is the accumulation of more than ten years of experience in his previous life.
As well as the habitual consciousness ingrained into the bones of the bloody storm, although this attitude is a bit of a fuss for the moment...
In terms of status, this logistics terminal is indeed extremely important to the Pacino family's arms business. But a civilian is a civilian, and due to the comfortable environment for many years, the defense level here obviously does not match its status. Of course, if
If this place really had to be built into an iron wall, then the Tang Dynasty would not choose to invade directly in broad daylight.
He walked to the brown-haired corpse, paused briefly at the door, and stepped out.
There are people in the room, quite a lot of them. The overall layout is like a booth in an ordinary company. There are more than a dozen men and women at the workstations. Some are hiding under the table and shivering, praying for God's blessing;
They barely maintained a normal sitting position and looked towards the door uneasily; of course, there were also some with good psychological quality, but not many... There was no attack, no sound, the place was dead silent, except for the printer in the corner, which was running as usual, spitting out A4 paper back and forth.
The scent of ink is emitted.
These are the real clerks. They are inconspicuous little characters in the underground world. No matter how good they are, they will not have much fame. However, for an underground organization that aspires to become bigger, their existence is indispensable.
The cornerstone. Even from another perspective, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the foundation.
The reason is very simple. There are many people in the underground world who fight and kill. It is easy to recruit an ordinary gunman, but it requires an ordinary person to violate the law, morality, and sometimes religious constraints, and use his professional talents to serve the criminal cause.
Service is no longer a simple task. Simply considering cost is not at the same level.
Of course, there is one thing to say, the salary of this kind of people is generally not low, at least it is much higher than the salary of similar work type in the surface world. But having said that, this is not a simple problem of more money and less money. In fact, the salary in front of us is
All the people in this group are more or less related to the Pacino family, otherwise their loyalty cannot be guaranteed.
Pulling away, facing more than a dozen complicated gazes in the room, Tang Chao nodded slightly: "Excuse me, where is Mr. Buster's office?"
There was no response. Tang Chao was not surprised. He raised his hand and raised the gun, pulled the trigger, the green plants moved slightly, the bullet accurately penetrated a desk surface, there was a clanking sound of metal hitting the ground, and a pistol was drawn from the floor under the table, followed closely.
Then dark red blood spread silently.
Removed the magazine and replaced it casually, "Excuse me..."
"At the end of the corridor, turn left and go to the innermost room."
Someone whispered something, and Tang Chao nodded politely to acknowledge it, "Thank you, sorry for bothering you." He stepped out of the door and closed the door behind him. There is no rule in the underground world not to kill civilian personnel, so the medical soldiers were anxious.
Kill them as usual. The reason why they are not killed is that the Tang Dynasty does not want to take the trouble. These people do not pose any threat to him, except of course those who have guns in their hands.
Continuing to walk along the corridor, there are eyes peeking from the houses on both sides from time to time, either fearful or resentful, but that's all. Not everyone has the courage to resist, and there is no need. It's just a job, and it's not worth risking your life.
Of course, besides, they are really unprofessional.
An Wen came to the end of the corridor, turned out in one step, Tang Chao raised his eyebrows slightly, and came back... He raised his hand, the muzzle of the silenced gun trembled, and at the end of his sight, a figure who had just pushed the door out shook his right leg and fell to the ground immediately.
The middle-aged man in a suit, as soon as a French word popped out of his mouth, was replaced by an uncontrollable scream. Then, poof, the scream stopped abruptly.
Lowering the muzzle of the gun, Tang Chao looked at the middle-aged man's loosened left hand and a mobile phone fell to the ground. He couldn't help but grinned. Well, you're in trouble...
Tang Chao didn't want to kill anyone, because the latter came out of Buster's room, so the first shot only hit the thigh. However, he fell to the ground in the wrong posture, with his left hand trailing behind. He was obviously holding something, and because
Due to the angle, the wall was blocking the view clearly, so he was killed in a daze.
Speaking of which, the other party seemed to be shouting...surrender?
Shaking his head, Tang Chao just thought that he had heard something wrong, because this was impossible. After all, he had already fought here, and his intention was so obvious. There were only two ways in front of the opponent, either he had to resist due to his special status, and then
Be killed. Or remain silent and pretend to be blind, just like those civilian employees. Apart from that, there is no third way to go - surrender, that would be unnecessary!
Stepping over the middle-aged man's body, he pushed open the ajar door and pointed the gun. Inside was an old white man with a meticulously styled Mediterranean haircut. He was standing by the desk, seemingly showing no intention of resisting, and stared blankly at the man who opened the door.
Entering the Tang Dynasty, he looked dazed,
"Mr. Buster?" Upon seeing this, Tang Chao put down his pistol and raised the coffee bag in his left hand, "The coffee you ordered. Oh, it may be a little cold. I hope you don't mind."
This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I...we surrendered." The old man's lips moved slightly and he murmured. Following the other person's gaze, Tang Chao turned and looked at the floor at the door.
The middle-aged man who came up touched his nose and said, "It was an accident. You know, sometimes it is inevitable... How about we skip this topic? By the way, you just said surrender?"
Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Tang Chao couldn't help but look at Bastard again. Well, foreigners are just trying to be real, but that's not the case in Asia. Not to mention the person in charge, even big names in the industry like Rivets just want
There is no such thing as personal dignity and voluntary surrender... With this thought in mind, on the surface, the Tang Dynasty followed the trend,
"Since Mr. Buster is willing to cooperate, I think the following conversation will be quite pleasant. Well, but I have to say sorry first. You may also realize that you won't be able to leave this office today... How about this
, after drinking coffee, how about I take you on your way?"
Reciprocity is also a traditional virtue. But when the old man looked at the coffee bag handed to him, he took half a step back as if to avoid a snake, and waved his hands in a panic: "No, no, no, I'm not... I misunderstood the police officer, I'm really not Buster
.”
"Ha, this is boring. It's already this time...Huh? What police officer?" He paused suddenly and glanced at the photo frame on his desk. The smile at the corner of Tang Chao's mouth gradually stiffened as he stared at the high-spirited man in the photo frame.
, obviously not the old man with Mediterranean hair in front of him. He blinked, subconsciously turned to look at the body on the ground at the door, and blinked again, this damn...
At this time, the old man seemed to have realized something. He looked at the computer screen on the desktop, then looked at Tang Chao, his eyes widened: "Wait, you, you are not a policeman?"
"..." Tang Chao opened his mouth. His mind was a little confused for a moment. He vaguely noticed something was wrong, but he couldn't grasp it. He frowned and walked around the desk, his eyes fell on the LCD screen, and his pupils suddenly shrank!
The obvious nine-square surveillance perspective, except for the entrance to the front desk, is mostly scattered around the perimeter, such as elevators, fire escapes, and several exits at the front and back of the building... This is not important! What is important is that I don’t know when a group of armed people suddenly poured into these places.
Unidentified person with teeth, bulletproof vest, blast shield, shotgun, tactical propulsion, multi-point salvo - Mist Grass!
"Sir, don't, don't be joking, we can really surrender. You are from the police, right - uh, don't leave -"