Chapter 542 Hunting Starts (Please Subscribe!)

at the same time.

The killer organization that Feiyu belonged to also gave the same order, but it was a little more prepared than the "Poison Python". Their backup killer team was already on its way. If Feiyu failed, this team would take over.

If Feiyu is successful, it is nothing more than letting them travel at public expense.

This amount of money is just a trifle for the killer organization.

. . .

twelve o'clock in the evening.

command room.

Tang Qing had been waiting here for a long time. Looking at the countdown on the projection screen, he couldn't help sighing. He was about to kill again. There was nothing to be excited about, but in order to frighten some people, he could only borrow their lives. One use.

Natural Selection.

The strong survive.

The truth is often so cruel and cold, mixed with blood and honor, using the blood of others to forge his own honor, this way, Tang Qing felt that he could not escape, and could only go to the dark one way.

'Drip drip. . . ’ A rush of voices sounded, and the six big zeros on the screen flashed red. The hours, minutes, and seconds all came to an end, and it was exactly twelve o’clock.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Qing ordered, "Tang Yi, let's start."

"Yes, Commander."

With an order, all the lurking warriors began to act in unison.

. . . . . .

U.S.

San Francisco.

The headquarters of the 'Poison Python' Killer Organization.

It was in the morning, and there was an hour left for lunch. Many people from the 'poison python' were discussing what to eat later, because lunch here was not allowed to go out. Order takeout.

The whole building looks bland and a bit old from the outside, but it is heavily guarded inside.

There is a battle team equipped with powerful firepower at the gate.

It's just that the weapons are hidden.

Nobody noticed.

A white man was walking out of the utility room on the first floor. He had a thin face and a grim expression. He was dressed in the same clothes as the employees here. In order to carry out the task more conveniently and avoid a frontal attack, this soldier sneaked in here in the early hours of the morning.

No one is working on the first and second floors.

Just a place for relaxation, meetings, fitness, afternoon tea and the like.

According to the target that has been locked.

The soldiers walked quickly to the end of the first floor. Not all of the people here are to be killed. Many of them are civilians, and some are coerced. Only half of them are enough to meet the standard.

At the end of the first floor is the office area of ​​the security personnel, and it is also the passage from the first floor to the second floor, with tight handles.

Soldiers pushed the door and entered.

Inside were six men with guns in two rows, well-armed and dressed in U.S. Army combat uniforms.

"Who are you?" A strong white man blocked his way. He had never seen the warrior's face, and no one outside seemed to have notified someone to come in, but those who could come in should not be idlers.

Because through the window, the companion responsible for checking the identity information at the only entrance here is still alive.

The soldier smiled faintly, looking harmless to humans and animals.

"I'm... passing by." As soon as he finished speaking, just when those people were still confused, the soldier started.

Five seconds later.

The soldier continued to walk upstairs.

There was no one alive behind him.

Of the six people, four had a knife stuck in their foreheads, two had their necks twisted, and were lying on the ground crookedly, silent. These people were not good people. They helped the 'poison python' kill many innocent people. , therefore, was included in the removal list by the command room.

With the monitoring of the entire building being taken over by the command room.

Soldiers don't need to worry about someone popping up out of nowhere.

One turned sideways, the other tied his shoelaces, and the other touched his nose, easily avoiding the eyes of several security guards on the second floor.

Director Lyon's office.

Twenty-four hours later, he reported to the boss again.

"Boss, I have sent a new team over, and it is expected to arrive early tomorrow. This task is a bit tricky." Lyon Hui reported.

"It's not difficult, how can there be such a high bounty, so, send another team to stand by, just in case." The voice on the other side said slowly, this is the owner of the "Poison Python" Henry Aris.

"Yes, boss." Leon agreed.

Done.

Leon hung up the phone and was about to go out and order.

"Crack."

A door rang.

Leon looked up, and an unknown white face walked in. Leon's expression changed immediately. Without his permission, there would be no new faces on this floor, let alone in his office.

enemy.

This was his only thought at this time.

Before he could think why, he immediately touched the gun under the table.

At this moment.

The white man moved, his hand flashing like an afterimage.

'call out. . . ' A sound that was even fainter than the addition of a muffler sounded.

After the sound, there was a blood hole on Leon's forehead, and he fell on the chair, unable to sleep.

The soldier was holding a modified spy firearm, and the sound was almost inaudible.

after Lyon's death.

The soldier exited the room.

The field of vision looked at the area where they were working, and the visual coverage in the eyes was completed, marking the damned person.

Watching a stranger come out of Leon's room, many people looked over, and two security guards came up vigilantly, just about to speak and kill. . . It started without warning.

"Bang. Bang.." Several gunshots broke the calm of the building.

The faces of the two big white men who were still on guard outside the door on the first floor changed, and they were about to turn around to see what was going on. Unfortunately, just as the thought came up, two bullets passed through their hearts.

The battle team at the gate was also about to go to have a look, but just two steps away, a bullet passed through the wall and through the bodies of the three people.

Two dead and one wounded.

"Ah..." The injured American kept wailing.

Armor-piercing weapons.

There was a deep fear in everyone's mind.

This kind of almost foul weapon is generally used to deal with vehicle equipment. Who did they offend and beat them with this, but I can't remember it at all, because the 'poison python' killer organization has killed them for so many years too many people.

Without waiting for them to think about it, after a few more beeps, the place returned to calm.

ten minutes later.

When the American police in San Francisco arrived, they only saw one body after another, as well as some frightened civilians. The murderer did not know where to go. After the brief description of the civilians, they also knew that this place was actually an international The headquarters of the sexual killer organization 'Poison Python'.

For a time, the American police were all excited.

If so many civilians died, it would be a big deal, but these are killers, so it can only be said to be a vendetta, the FBI will definitely block the news, and they can still make a great contribution.

really.

ten minutes later.

The FBI arrived, and the leading detective watched the scene and immediately reported to the headquarters. Then, he got even more horrifying news. . . A group of unidentified forces is conducting a large-scale hunt for members of the three killer groups.

In less than an hour, with the addition of the headquarters of the "Poison Python", the headquarters of the three killer organizations were taken over by others, and the number of killers who died had already exceeded 100, covering all continents of the world.

And the number is still increasing, the above has ordered the news to be strictly sealed.

The detective was immediately stunned.

The phone was almost unsteady.

The detective was full of doubts, who had such courage and strength. Suddenly, he remembered something, and his eyes instantly filled with inconceivable and deep disbelief.

Do not.

impossible.

The opponent does not have this strength.

. . . .

U.S.

Upstate New York.

Inside a huge farm house.

Henry Aris was admiring his masterpiece in his wine cellar. He loved wine all his life, because it was like the blood of the enemy. As soon as he became an adult, he started an arms business with his brother.

In Africa, South America, and the Middle East, weapons were sold everywhere in various war zones. Later, his brother died of heart failure, because he was looking for stimulation and overdrinking contraband.

Since.

He began to lead the team to various battlefields in the world by himself, selling weapons to the warring parties, as long as he gave money, he sold everything, and made a lot of money. The 'poison python', want to make a 'safe' money.

to be frank.

At the beginning, I knew that the fruit wine produced by zero could be detoxified.

He admired it very much in his heart. After all, he didn't sell it, and he didn't smoke it. Naturally, it was optional. He had ordinary people's values, but business was business, and someone paid for it. .

In this world, only money would not betray him, and of course, his red wine.

Touching the oak barrel, Henry Aris' eyes were full of tenderness as if he were looking at his own child. At this time, he suddenly thought of Zero, the kind of fruit wine that made him reluctant to part, and looked at the oak barrel in front of him. And instinct, he was a little tangled.

"Hehe, Zero, interesting, a rare talent, I really want to meet you." Henry Aris murmured. He wanted to meet Zero and ask him how to make wine so good.

Just as he finished speaking.

in a quiet cellar.

A voice suddenly sounded.

"Unfortunately, you have no chance."

Henry Aris' complexion suddenly changed. He likes to watch his wine cellar alone. No one can come in without an order. If someone can come in without consent, it can only be one situation - the enemy is coming.

When he turned his head, he saw a white man wearing sunglasses not far away.

"Who are you?" Henry Aris said solemnly, reaching out to touch the lower back. It is a habit to carry weapons with you, even if you go to the toilet at home. This is what he realized when he was an arms dealer.

That is: there is no safe place in the world.

"Your people wanted to kill the person we wanted to protect yesterday, do you remember?" The soldier stepped forward slowly, his leather boots stomping. . tread. . ' The sound echoed in the wine cellar, and each stroke seemed to hit Henry Aris' heart directly.

"The person you are protecting? Zero?" Henry Aris was not stupid, and immediately thought of Zero, the Burmese warlord, yesterday, it seemed that only Mole, a killer team, was on the mission.

"Yes," the soldier admitted.

Hearing this, Henry Aris couldn't help but panic in his heart, and he also had too many doubts, which force is this person from, and the purpose of coming here, whether to negotiate or kill him.

However, he thinks the possibility of negotiation is higher.

After all, he thinks that with his own power, it is more beneficial to be a friend than an enemy, or to kill him.

thought here.

Henry Aris relaxed. He talked about countless businesses in his life, all dealing with dangerous people. This time, he didn't think he would die. Thinking of this, Aris smiled slightly.

this game.

Can't lose.

"Friend, why don't we sit down and talk." Henry Aris said with a smile, pointing to a table and chairs in the wine cellar.

"That's what it means." The soldier also smiled.

Henry Aris thought he guessed right and laughed even more, but what he didn't know was that the reasons for the two of them were completely different.

PS: Continue two more mornings tomorrow morning.