Chapter 1,697: Favors Must Always Be Repaid

Hank tried to push him away, but Danny's feet spread apart, frozen in place like nails.

The struggle between the two ended with Hank retreating.

"Specific situation!" Hank sat on the bed again and asked with his arms folded.

But the expression he looked at Danny was no longer friendly and cordial, but rather distant and business-like.

"I want Ya Lei's head, and I will take care of the rest. You just need to come back alive - I will leave the bar in Red Dragon Casino to you to run."

Hearing these last words, Hank was a little surprised and said, "You can decide."

"Yes." Danny never boasted, and he never lied.

"I need some funds to buy weapons, unless you can provide them." Hank said slightly sarcastically.

Danny naturally has no shortage of weapons around him. If necessary, it will not be a problem to equip hundreds of people.

However, he is clearly doing something for himself now, or perhaps the person behind it does not want to reveal his identity.

Then, of course, they have to handle the weapons themselves, so as to avoid being involved in this matter.

"Find the manpower and weapons yourself. The money is in the same place. You know the password." Danny stood up and walked outside the house. After opening the door, Danny stopped and said softly: "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, he left the pipe bar quickly and silently without hesitation.

"F--K." Hank in the room cursed angrily, threw his body on the bed, lit a cigarette, looked at the ceiling and lost himself in memories.

He and Danny came from the same place and were actually close comrades, but he was retired now.

Because of the mission in Africa during World War II, all of them should have disappeared, but his relationship with Danny was very complicated, so he stayed in Vegas.

He was unwilling to take on the task before, not only because he was worried about Ya Lei, but also worried about SHIELD's reaction after knowing about it.

If they knew that he had exposed his whereabouts without being 'activated', even with Danny as a shield, he would be dead.

Maybe even he will be implicated.

However, Danny's persistence also made him understand that the other party had to do it no matter what, which also meant that he had to use up that favor.

Danny once saved Hank's life on the battlefield.

The two were trapped in a deep encirclement. Hank was shot twice and lost his combat effectiveness. Danny was also shot, but his vital parts were not injured.

In this case, he just took himself back to the base and saved Hank's life.

So, he owed Danny his life.

"This time, I'll treat it like it's back to you." His dilated pupils regrouped, Hank threw the cigarette butt on the ground and quickly left the room.

"Get out of here, the bar is closed today. If anyone stays here within 3 seconds, I'll break his legs."

With violent roars, the drunkards suddenly disappeared, and a few guys who didn't know how to be drunk were thrown out by Hank with one hand.

Hanging a chain and locking the door with a big lock, Hank drove his unknown wife's jeep towards the depths of the desert.

The once desert town has lost its former prosperity, and the lack of maintenance of the wood has become dilapidated.

The jeep parked in the middle of the town street. Hank got out of the car and walked to the room with only one floor next to it and a hole in the roof.

This used to be a barber shop in a small town, opened by Chinese, with special services; washing, cutting, and blowjobs, and the business was very good.

In the beginning, this was a meeting point for SHIELD. Only a few people knew about it, and it was also the old place in Danny's mouth.

When we came to the door, the cracks in the door that should have been covered by yellow sand had obviously been cleaned.

With a push of his hand, the door opened easily. Hank pulled out the pistol from his back, turned on the safety and walked in cautiously.

Although he didn't think Danny would trick him, it had become a biological instinct to remain vigilant during missions.

Inside is a large room, you can see the end at a glance, and there is a small door in the end, which is used to store sundries.

After checking the storage room and making sure there was nothing wrong, Hank put the gun away.

The chairs had been removed from the room, and the mirrors hanging on the walls were missing or in pieces.

However, the nails used to hang the mirror were still there, allowing Hank to easily locate the location he was looking for.

There used to be three chairs here. The one he was looking for was the one in the middle. He stood on the wooden board and stepped on it hard. Hank suddenly raised his foot and stepped on it hard.

Click~

The board was cracked, and it was empty inside.

Hank felt along the edge of the broken board, blew off the sand and soil on it, and quickly lifted up a movable board.

He could have done this directly, but he chose to crush the cover of the secret grid. I believe Danny knew what this meant.

The hidden compartment is not very big, only 40 centimeters long, and contains rectangular objects wrapped in kraft paper.

After taking out the contents, opening the string on the brown paper and wrapping it in plastic, seven or eight piles of old beautiful knives came into view.

"When this is done, we'll be settled." Throwing the board aside, Hank put the money into his pockets.

The jeep roared away, and the forgotten town regained its tranquility.

When Hank showed up again, he was already in Texas, looking for help and buying some handy weapons.

Dallas has the people he is looking for and the weapons he needs, killing two birds with one stone.

At the Anderbelu Farmers' Trade Market, farmers are purchasing needed tools, seeds and feed.

A few big men sat on the haystacks smoking cigarettes and looking at the passers-by absently. The warehouse door at the door was ajar, and people came in and out from time to time.

Hank appeared here, put the weapon on his waist, and walked straight to the warehouse.

"Stop." The straw hat cowboy sitting on the haystack threw away his cigarette and looked him up and down and said, "There is no business here, go away."

"I'm here to buy weapons, Badberu." Hank said easily.

"Let me see your sincerity." The other party was not surprised, he just raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

Hank took out a wad of money from his pocket and immediately put it back, saying, "Is that enough?"

"Go in!" The other party just let him in.

This is their territory, and the other party was introduced by Bad Beilu, so there should be no problem.

Even if there is really a problem, just kill it directly, and you can get a considerable bounty when you are done.

Judging from the other party's appearance, he has a lot of cash on his body. They like this kind of customer.

Knocking on the door of the warehouse, the wooden gate opened a gap, and Hank ducked in.

Opposite the wooden door in the warehouse is a passage with several tables on both sides, all the way to the end of the warehouse. Behind the tables is the person responsible for site security.

Covered in tattoos, holding a weapon, he stared at Hank who just came in with an unkind look.

The open space behind them was also filled with various weapons, and Hank also saw two Zubacca.

That is, rocket-type bazookas. This kind of old antique from the battlefield of World War II is also sold. Can you buy it back and set off fireworks?

Compared with the M6A3 equipped by the US military in the late World War II, today's new generation of 'Super Zubacca,' M20.

The ancestor M1 can only be used to set off fireworks. If not, even the person setting off the fireworks will have to bloom together to add some color to the flowers and plants.