There was an indiscernible sound of the latch being fiddled with, and the window slowly slid open. The night breeze found its way in, and the curtains swayed slightly.
After a pause, there was no alarm, no counterattack, and there was no unusual movement in the guest room. There was only the clear sound of running water, and the faint sound of reproduction coming from an unknown room next door... In a cheap hotel, the sound insulation is naturally not much better.
Go, but this is undoubtedly a good thing for the two 'geckos' lying outside the window right now.
"Enter!"
As soon as the judgment prompt sounded in the communication channel, two figures jumped forward nimbly, landed, and rolled. Before they could fully get up from the somewhat moldy carpet, two black pistols loaded with silencers were lifted first, and one moved horizontally.
Pointing at various bunker locations where threats may exist, one pointed directly at the plastic door of the bathroom in the corner. The dim light reflected in it, the mist was steaming, and blurry figures could be seen faintly.
There was still nothing unusual. The two eyes touched and nodded slightly.
They are of average height, with fair skin and brown hair. These are two typical French men. Of course, most crooked nuts seem to be like this. The French do not have very outstanding appearance characteristics, such as height, short, fat, and thin, and what color eyes they have.
It's possible for them to be different. The main difference is the feeling - these two people just look like French people - that's roughly how they feel, and that's the fact.
These two people, or this assassination team, including the member who was facing the window about 150 meters away, lying on the rooftop of the small building with a night vision sniper scope, these three professional killers were all born and raised in France.
There are only a few towns in the south.
He turned to look at the door of the guest room, especially the door lock and the position of the carpet behind the door. After careful observation, the man who should be the captain of the assassination team frowned slightly at first, with a somewhat puzzling expression, but he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
For professional killers, it is absolutely taboo to temporarily change the action plan, because it means variables and risks. Fortunately, the current results seem to be pretty good, although some people still cannot understand why this target, a fellow killer, would
They did not make any warning arrangements for their hiding place, but these are no longer important now. The fact is that they have successfully sneaked in.
Compared to the cautious captain, the other killer, nicknamed White Bear, was much more straightforward. He also glanced at the door and curled his lips. According to his idea, he forced his way in through the door, set up a submachine gun and pointed it at the bathroom.
Tutu, just empty the magazine and you're done. It's simple and direct, so good. It's a pity that his genius idea was not adopted by his companions...
Shaking his head, he picked up the pistol and was about to walk towards the bathroom door, but the captain man on the side stretched out his hand to stop him. With sharp eyes, he pointed at the curtain on one side and motioned for the former to open it. This was still a cautious move, if they were to assassinate him later.
If it fails, the sniper rifle with a wide field of vision outside can be used as a sure-fire backup.
Bai Xiong was obviously reluctant, but under the increasingly sharp gaze, he still shrugged helplessly, silently walked past the window, gently opened the curtains, and made a questioning gesture to the outside.
"Okay, let's do it." After a pause, the voice in the communication channel was relaxed, "Resolve it as soon as possible. After handling the follow-up matters, maybe we can find a place to have a drink."
The two people in the room were naturally not able to respond, but Bai Xiong grinned and showed his white teeth after hearing this. He was obviously very moved by the suggestion. Immediately, he stepped forward and did not approach the bathroom plastic door because it was not needed. He slightly adjusted the angle and fired two pistols.
Up and down, crosswise, make sure the black muzzle covers the small enclosed space behind the door, and pull the trigger decisively.
Puff puff puff——Puff puff puff——
The muzzle trembled, fire flashed, and plastic fragments flew everywhere. In just a few breaths, the two magazines were emptied almost at the same time. Under the smoke, more than twenty irregular holes appeared on the bathroom door. As soon as the gunfire fell,
Hearing the muffled sound, the dim figure inside immediately fell down without saying a word.
Even though it was a silenced pistol, it still appeared very clear in this not-so-noisy night, and even the huge human-making movement next door stopped.
Click, remove the empty magazine, load the bullet again and bite. The two turned and looked at each other without gestures or words. The leader of the men stayed on the spot and took a few steps to the side and raised the pistol again. The violent bear slowly stepped forward.
, go around and behind the wall next to the bathroom.
Just from these detailed actions, it can be seen that the two of them are indeed professional killers. Even at this moment when the dust seems to have settled, they still show enough caution, even for the careless White Bear.
After a pause and a sharp look, Ice Bear turned around suddenly and kicked out with a loud bang. The broken plastic door immediately shattered and flew out. He pulled the muzzle of the gun and lowered his gaze. The look of the captain's man changed instantly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this time, Bai Xiong, who had made a tactical evasive move, looked up and saw a brown floor-length clothes hanger about a person's height lying quietly on the bathroom floor under the white mist of hot water, covered with a black windbreaker full of bullet holes...
... was startled, and his pupils shrank sharply: "Fake!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud crash next to his ears. The white bear who was half kneeling on the ground fell straight down at the sound. His blood exploded, and some warm liquid even splashed onto the captain man a few steps away. Immediately, there was a dull gunshot.
Mixed with the cold night breeze, it slowly came.
In a completely instinctive reaction of the body, the captain jumped out, landed, rolled several times, and hid behind the closet in the corner. He was still in shock, staring blankly at his companion who had lost half of his head on the ground in front of him, his throat moved, and he subconsciously pressed the button.
Press the call button: "Owl, you..."
"Ha." A complicated chuckle came from the headset, "...I'm sorry, captain...I'll send you to see the White Bear right now."
"...You bastard!"
Bang, there was another dull gunshot. The captain man subconsciously ducked and lowered his head, sawdust flying, a heat wave almost grazing his cheeks, splashing a little bit of blood. Of course, the captain man couldn't care about it now, he didn't even
I realized that my left ear was missing, my face was full of anger and despair, there was no chance...
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The action plan was formulated by the three of them together, including the interior layout of the guest room, and they had already figured it out. Although the main plan was for him and White Bear to make a close attack,
But if there is an accident, the real trump card is the sniper outside. Shooting low from high, with a wide field of vision and almost no decent bunkers in the house, it is impossible to miss with such an absolute advantage. But I didn't expect that this careful layout would be used in the end.
on himself...
Suddenly something occurred to him and his eyes passed over the bathroom. The captain grinned and was about to say something. Suddenly, the wardrobe exploded completely. It was like being hit by a heavy hammer on one side of his body, and he lost all sense in an instant. Under the hood, the boundless black screen appeared.
The shape is like floating leaves spinning and flying out, hitting the wall and sliding down weakly. The light in the pupils gradually dissipates, leaving only the smile at the corner of the mouth, faint but frozen.
"Huh..." On the rooftop of the building a hundred meters away, a thin figure slowly stood up, took off the headset, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Captain, White Bear... This is three million US dollars! Three people share it with one person.
The points are obviously different...you can understand me, right?"
There was obviously no answer to this question. Of course, the killer nicknamed the Owl didn't expect to get any answer. He just felt a little guilty and comforted himself. But the next moment, suddenly, the joking voice behind him
Sounded without warning,
"I think..."
"Um?!"
Needless to say, the scalp was numb, but the owl's reaction was really not slow. There was almost no trace of shock and stasis. He instantly raised his hand to touch his waist and twisted his arm. However, before he could lift it, his wrist was numb.
The pistol he just touched fell down immediately, he bent his elbow again, and was stopped midway. Then, there was no more...
The calf bone was in severe pain, and the vision was spinning. When he came back to his senses, he was already lying on the cold cement rooftop, the ribcage skeleton was displaced, and the smell of blood rose crazily from his throat, "Cough cough... cough cough...
"He stared at the muzzle of the gun two inches in front of his eyebrows with horrified eyes. He moved away with difficulty. A figure who had appeared at an unknown time squatted beside him. He had an extremely familiar oriental face with a joking smile on his lips. He shook his head slightly.
"...They should be incomprehensible."
"you……"
Shh, he raised his index finger to his mouth, "Of course, this is just my personal opinion. For more details, maybe you can ask in person later." He put away the pistol and stretched out his arm, "But before that, you have to first
Clear up some of my doubts, um, I think you won’t refuse, right? Very good..."