Chapter 1071 Interrogation, Harvest, Luck

Frank watched Grote's back disappear into the darkness, and couldn't help asking, "Really let him go?"

This kind of scum, he didn't want to let go at all, not to mention that Grote had heard a lot of their conversations, and it was easy to leak them out.

Luke glanced at him, "I'm not interested in arguing with Xiaohong about who's right and who's wrong, just let it go, I'll keep my word."

Frank frowned. "Are you serious?"

Luke shrugged, "I don't want to turn Xiaohong into someone like us, so why kill him just now."

Frank... people like us? what do you mean by that?

As for Grote, Frank didn't really care too much, and he just killed it the next time he met.

Luke didn't want to talk about this little thing, he took out a polarizer from his backpack, gave him a wireless headset, and roughly explained the usage, and signaled the action to start.

"Don't worry about the irrelevant people, leave it to me to solve it." Luke finally warned.

"Received." Frank said simply, the two moved quickly in small steps and rushed through the door of the Firebird Bar.

In this raid, he was in charge of the main attack, and Luke cooperated and supported.

The miniature drone that sneaked in one step ahead marked all the targets on the lens. On the simple topographic map, the red dots are enemies, the yellow dots are irrelevant people, and the green dots are teammates.

Everything is similar to the cheating player who opened the perspective.

Frank has never played with such high-tech equipment, but he has used similar equipment with poorer functions many times, and he can use Luke's equipment with ease.

despair! despair!

Frank was silent, rushed through the door, raised his hand and shot two guards who were languidly smoking inside the door.

With a map prompt, his two shots were targeted, fast and accurate.

Luke walked unhurriedly behind him and took away two corpses.

The two corpses were thrown near the door, and it was too easy to be found, so it is better to take them away first.

After entering the gate, he locked the gate with iron chains, and no one could run out from this end in a short time, so that they could do it easily.

He moved quickly, and he and Frank entered the hall with front and back feet, and saw many people looking over.

Seeing the gun in Frank's hand, several people's expressions changed greatly, and they opened their mouths and wanted to shout.

Frank had already raised the gun in his hand.

blah blah blah!

A few guys who stood up and wanted to hide were the first to pounce on the street.

Frank took care of them first.

At the moment, Luke had two guns in his hands, drawing vague shadows in front of him.

They are moving at high speed, like a series of nail gun sounds.

blah blah blah!

The second group of people who wanted to get up were shot in the chest and fell.

The last few people were Frank's handwriting, but Luke shot down one by one in order from far to near.

The reaction speed of these people is simply not as fast as the firing speed of his dual guns.

Frank emptied the magazine without hesitation, and hid behind the corner, while changing the magazine, but he couldn't help but muttered in his heart that this kid seems to be much stronger than the weak chicken of Grey Rabbit.

The thought disappeared in a flash, the gun in his hand was reloaded, and he reached out.

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The three gangsters who responded the slowest stood up and turned around, then fell to the ground, and no one moved in the hall.

One of Luke's hands was a silencer pistol, and the other was a special anesthesia gun. The latter knocked down all irrelevant people, that is, people who were not members of the Hellhounds.

Most people probably lost consciousness without even seeing what the two of them looked like.

Luke motioned to Frank and told him to go directly to the back to clean up the last gang of gangsters.

When Frank disappeared, Luke took out the fake mobile phone and looked at the test results. He walked directly to the bar, found a monitoring head, removed it along with the storage device, and threw it into the storage space.

Then he started to clear the field.

All the gangsters who were seriously wounded and dying made a shot, and the bodies were taken away.

The anaesthetic bombs were taken away from the unrelated people, and they were left to lie there and fall asleep.

Of course, there are not too many unrelated people, only seven or eight people.

All the blood stains in the gate are directly absorbed and destroyed with a special cleaning solution, and then the white powder formed by the fusion of the cleaning solution and the blood is taken away.

This all happened very quickly, and within five minutes, the entire bar was back to normal.

Except for the lack of more than 20 Hellhound gangsters, this bar is like nothing has happened.

Frank moved just as fast.

Luke, a powerful assistant, also provided useful equipment, allowing him to easily clean up the seven or eight gangs scattered behind him one by one.

Luke took care of the unlucky corpses and the scene, and walked into a large room.

Inside Frank, he did his old job again—beating the bad guys and extorting information.

The dull sound of flesh and blood colliding, coupled with his occasional low and cold questioning voice, filled the large room with a depressing and violent aura.

The leader was dying, and he could only reluctantly shout, "I don't know, I said it all, it was the Irish gang who found us, and they didn't tell us the identity of the seller."

"Name!" Frank punched again. "He should at least have a name."

"No, the Irish gang knew when they said the transaction." The leader said weakly. "But before the transaction officially started, something went wrong. Someone in the three parties started it. We don't know the seller's situation at all."

"In the park that night, which side moved first?" Luke interjected.

The leader said, "I don't know. After we came back, we checked and it was not our people. But some people said that they saw people from the Mexican cartel who fired first."

Looking at Frank, Luke raised his hand and made a "please" gesture.

Frank grabbed the opponent's head, pressed it on the coffee table, and stepped on it with one foot.

Click!

The head's neck bone made a slight noise, and it froze.

Frank "Let's go."

Luke "Wait."

As he said that, he walked to a small freezer and pushed it casually, the freezer moved sideways, revealing a safe.

Frank frowned. "Don't waste your time, we don't have keys and passwords."

"Give me twenty seconds." Luke had already taken out a bunch of tools, put them on the keyhole, and fiddled with it a few times quickly to fix it before he started to twist the combination dial.

In less than ten seconds, the safe door clicked open.

Frank "...Grey Rabbit taught you?"

Luke was surprised, "He still does this?"

Frank's mouth twitched, "Yes."

In fact, someone's skill in opening a safe is okay, but quite unlucky.

The first time they opened the safe, there was only a little money in it, and other documents had nothing to do with their mission.

The second time he tried to take care of the sheep, he almost set off a bomb in the safe, and then no one dared to let him open the safe again.

Most of the mission targets they dealt with were not ordinary gang members, and getting bombs in the safe was a routine operation.

With the level of unlocking of the two knives of Grey Rabbit, no one dared to let him show off the operation, for fear of sending everyone to the sky to see God.

For this reason, a certain gray rabbit was also very depressed, saying that God did not give him a chance to make a fortune.

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