Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1007: No Cleverness on the Battlefield

Locally, the alarm phone in a police station kept ringing.

In the office, a fat sheriff was answering a call from above.

While answering the call, he stared outside through the light, as if he was worried that someone would eavesdrop.

"Immediately arrange for someone to rescue Dara!"

"He's our cash cow, our god of wealth. If anything happens to him, you can quit your job as sheriff!"

"Yes, yes, sir. I will lead the most elite team now and ensure the safety of Mr. Dara."

After hanging up the phone, the fat sheriff wiped the sweat from his head. He never thought that someone would be so bold as to carry out an attack on such an important holiday.

Compared to the influence of that guy, the fat sheriff was obviously more worried that something might happen to this God of Wealth.

That guy donates a large sum of money to them every year for free, which they use for food, drink and entertainment.

The fat police officer opened the door and shouted angrily outside, "SWAT team, follow me immediately. A very serious attack has occurred on xx Street. We must kill all the criminals and ensure everyone's safety!"

Two local special police teams, more than 20 people in total, looked at the explosion-proof vehicle and set off quickly with sirens blaring.

In the dark night, these sirens are not only the best warning, but also a deterrent to the enemy.

......

At the same time, in a casino.

Guys in flowered shirts playing Pai Gow.

He lost a lot of money today, but he didn't care at all.

Because this grand festival not only brought considerable income to his casinos and red-light houses.

Those begging groups also returned with a lot of money and foreign currency.

In addition, his men took advantage of the noisy festival environment to steal a batch of new goods, resell them and make a lot of money.

Just when he was having fun, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. It was the boss calling.

He said hello, left the table, and went to a quiet place to answer the phone: "Hey, Boss, I was just about to report to you. We had a huge harvest today. You have no idea how much our net income was this day. I guarantee you'll be shocked when I tell you!"

The guy in the flowered shirt is actually just a worker, who was pushed to the front by someone behind the scenes.

For some reason, the person behind the scenes cannot show up to make dirty money, so they need an agent to help handle the business.

But it was precisely because of the identity of the person behind him that both the black and white worlds gave him face, and he was able to use any means to expand his business so much in a short period of time.

The person on the other end said impatiently, "None of this matters. I have a mission for you. Something's happened near xx Street. Bring your men over there immediately to provide support."

The flowered shirt asked, "Who are you supporting?"

"Mr. Dara and his men were suddenly attacked earlier."

"Is this happening?"

The man in the flowered shirt was a little surprised, but only surprised.

He believes in the local sect, which is also the most popular sect in the area.

As for Dara, in his eyes she was just a nobody.

This country has many faiths, and Buddhism is actually not practiced by many people in the country.

Tibetan Buddhism...as another variant branch, is even more niche.

If local beliefs are compared to a group enterprise, then the group of people wearing cockscomb hats are equivalent to local bosses who run chain stores and have a little money.

The man in the flowered shirt scratched his nose. "Boss, that guy isn't on the same page as us. Why did he have to wade into this mess? According to their thinking, being attacked is fate. We'd better intervene."

The man in the flowered shirt was always thinking about the cards on the gambling table and was anxious to go back and continue playing.

As for those insignificant guys, what does it matter to him whether they live or die?

The voice on the other end of the phone became very angry: "Damn it, you don't understand what I said, right? I said that the person must be rescued, and he must be rescued. Do you understand?"

"If that guy dies, who will you sell all those kidnapped children to? Are you trying to cut down on my income?"

When the man in the flowered shirt heard this, he immediately exclaimed, "He, he's our big client? Got it, got it! I'll take people over right now!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone in a hurry, without even playing cards, and immediately called his men into action.

Everything else can be tolerated, but business matters must not be delayed.

But Hua Shanche didn't expect that those guys who spread benevolence, morality and love every day would actually be the financial sponsors.

But he couldn't understand why those bald donkeys bought so many children every year. Could it be that they had no children and wanted to continue their family line in this way?

......

On the other side, in the basement of the hotel, Vincent and his men got into a car.

As soon as I started the car and drove out of the parking lot, Kevin's voice came from the headset.

"Captain, we are already heading there."

"hurry up."

"But the situation on the scene conflicts with the intelligence. How did the goat, which was supposed to be white, turn black?"

"Don't worry, you'll know when you catch it."

Vincent didn't bother with such questions, no matter what kind of mask the other person was wearing, whether it was a respirator or a headscarf.

As long as someone behaves suspiciously and is determined by him to be a possible target, he will lead a team to eliminate them.

There is no such thing as cleverness for him. He doesn't care even if he kills the wrong person, because the real strong ones on the battlefield never look back or think twice.

All he needs to do is point the gun at the enemy's head and pull the trigger. It won't be too late to seek the truth after his opponent is dead.

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Meanwhile, in the evening streets, people were frightened and scattered.

The previous bodyguards had already used their own cover to start counterattacking Qin Feng, who was wearing a black goat mask.

For a moment, relying on powerful firepower, Qin Feng was suppressed into a very small area.

But they forgot that Li Jiasheng was there.

On the roof of a low building on the right.

Li Jiasheng injured and killed one person in succession, successfully attracting the enemy's attention.

Taking advantage of the moment when they were distracted to deal with Li Jiasheng, Qin Feng had already achieved his goal.

A grenade was thrown with great force, and it landed accurately beside several enemies from a distance of more than 80 meters, and rolled under the car.

With a loud bang, the car was blown into a big fireball. The blast and debris blew away the guys who were close to it, and they fell heavily and fainted.

Qin Feng also seized the opportunity and rushed out quickly, splitting the enemy's formation with his superb movement and extraordinary shooting skills.

Bullets continued to pierce the enemy's bodies, and the blood mist was like a blooming red flower.

With a wave of his hand, the enemies lost their lives one by one at Qin Feng's hands.

The remaining two guys were also taken care of by Qin Feng who got close to them and shot them in the head with a quick and decisive pistol shot.

He went to the upside-down commercial vehicle to check, and saw Dara inside with blood all over his face, looking extremely miserable, and he immediately smiled.

Li Jiasheng was in charge of the outer perimeter guard with a gun. Just as Qin Feng reached out to pull the bastard out of the deformed car and take it back for trial.

But at this moment, a police siren blared in the distance, followed by Ali's cold voice in the headset: "Hurry up and run! They've sent a lot of people to surround you!"