Chapter 19: Mutual aid will kill the door

oom!

boom!

boom!

The gunshots inside the textile factory were loud, and the killers relied on the advantage of the terrain to fight with the special services.

After all, the textile factory is the base camp of the Mutual Aid Association. There may not be many top killers who have mastered gunfighting skills, but there are still many cheap killers who can make only two thousand dollars at a time.

"Suddenly!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The two killers who sprang out of the corner were shot into a sieve by the secret service team guards who might escape the main route.

Not even a fly can fly out.

This is what Lake said, and it is also the consensus of the five secret service team members who have been downsizing.

With blood...

Give back blood!

"Boom!"

The security room on the second floor exploded in an instant, and with a bang, the butcher and rat man hiding inside were covered in blood and was thrown directly from the second floor to the ground by the explosion.

"do not move!"

"do not move!"

The three special agents immediately surrounded them, and the pitch-black and heat-emitting muzzles were pointed directly at the butcher and the rat man who were about to lose blood and die.

"open the door!"

"Open the door!"

Jack and a team of team members came here to prepare for the Sloan platform. As a result, a lonely Mr. Mayor evacuated from the factory and shouted at the special police guarding the gate.

Mr. Mayor looked terrified. He has only one thought now, and that is to leave this place as soon as possible.

rumbling!

A helicopter appeared in the distance, followed by three helicopters from the New York Police Department.

Support is coming.

What happened in the textile factory was not only known to the New York Police Department, but also to the Continental Hotel. .

However, even the Continental Hotel, which monopolizes the killer world, dare not stand firm with law enforcement forces on the bright side, but it has sent some people to come here to observe the battle.

Cross Carlos did not know.

When Carlos took his son out of the textile factory and got into the police car, he didn't care about the textile factory. Instead, he followed the police car and wondered whether to rescue his son.

Chaos in the textile factory!

"boom!"

Lake shot a headshot, the SWAT team encircled and suppressed from bottom to top, and Lake cleaned up from top to bottom.

A red shadow flashed not far away.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Lake flicked his muzzle and said to the Firefox that appeared: "Madam Qingben, how can I be a thief!"

Again.

Today, the mutual aid association must be closed.

There is no special treatment for beautiful female killers.

The voice fell.

Lake flicked his gun again, and once again started a marksmanship duel with Firefox.

bang bang bang!

Bullets collided between the two, clinking, and the sound of the bullets losing kinetic energy and falling on the floor was endless, like a clear symphony, and like a funeral song of death.

"boom!"

"..."

Firefox's eyes shrank, and the magazine that had just entered half fell to the floor.

Da!

Da!

Lake took off his own magazine and placed the full magazine in front of Firefox, with a soft tone: "Look, I will fight for a day, I won't feel tired."

Firefox looked down at the hole in his chest.

Next second.

噗通!

Lake looked at Firefox, who closed his eyes and crashed to the ground, and shook his head.

If Lake’s bullets are also limited, Lake feels that he will definitely lose in this battle. Unfortunately, Lake is not an ordinary person, he is a man with a plug-in.

[Glock 17, like unlimited bullets, will give you the bottom line of a man, let your bullets flow like the water of the Yellow River, you can shoot how you want, don’t worry about running out of bullets and food! 】

Lake looked up and his eyes fell in the factory director's office not far away.

There is one left.

Sloan was in the factory director's office. After Sloan went to a secret escape route, and found that no matter which pipeline had secret traffic, the old guy returned to his office.

When 　　lake walked into the office, the old man Sloan was sitting on his eight-piece, barely pieced together chair, sitting and smoking a cigar.

"Mr. Sloan."

Lake walked in, smiling, as if saying hello to an old acquaintance: "Why don't you want to escape?"

Sloan smoking a cigar, his eyes fixed on Lake, "Who are you..."

How can ordinary police detectives be so powerful.

Even if there is, there is no detective association that has the unique skills of spear fighting that their mutual aid association has.

and so…

Sloan stared at Lake tightly, wanting to know an answer, otherwise Sloan knew he would die.

He will die.

Sloan is very sure, as it is, the ordinary policeman will arrest him, but the policeman with gun skills in front of him is definitely not here to arrest him.

So Sloan wanted to know an answer before he died.

but!

"boom!"

"..."

Lake pierced Sloan's eyebrows with a shot, went out, threw the pistol that penetrated Sloan next to the Firefox corpse, and only then looked at Sloan's corpse and said faintly after he walked back to the office: "There are many villain conversations. I don’t like it. I like talking after killing you. Why, who asked you to make my work more difficult?"

At that time, I wanted to take the oil bottle Joe to walk through the process.

It turned out to be good.

went directly from the process to the gunfight. To blame, it was the assassin who didn't speak martial arts at the time. All of this was caused by the assassin. UU reading

Lake stood there and looked around the office environment.

Next second.

"not good!"

Lake raised his eyebrows and looked at Sloan's corpse. He suddenly remembered something. He just forgot to know from Sloan's mouth where Sloan's small vault was.

five minutes later.

Lake looked at a treasure chest that was also hidden behind the bookshelf and frowned deeply.

What is the password?

Lake turned his head and glanced at Sloan, who was leaning on the chair and staring at the ceiling. He wanted to ask this question, but unfortunately, dead people couldn't talk.

at this time.

"Lake!"

"Lake!"

Joe brought a team of secret agents to the office. After Joe walked into the office, he saw Lake inside, said to God, and then hugged Lake tightly.

Do not misunderstand.

This is strictly a friendship between colleagues.

Also, Detective Joe Martinez is a married woman, already married. Lake may have ideas unless he is single and unknowingly, but now Lake is not single and knowingly.

Let's put it this way.

Even though Detective Joe Martinez is holding Lake tightly now, Lake’s heart is calm and calm, feeling the friction in his chest, and Little Lake is not interested.

At this moment.

Lake has only one thought in his mind.

That is…

How much did he lose this time?

Lake, who was hugged by Detective Qiao, glanced at the rock-solid safe, dripping blood in his heart, no matter how little money there was, he could at least redeem a lottery.

my money…

Gone!

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