Red Dead Redemption Chapter 388

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That night, Hong Fei drove the arms dealer's truck directly into the parking lot of an apartment complex, then turned and left.

Not long after, the three of Dead Shot arrived in New York and stayed in the apartment building provided by Hong Fei. At the same time, they found a truck in the parking lot and got their own new toys.

In addition to a wide variety of military weapons and equipment with complete ammunition, there are three sets of pure black combat uniforms tailored for them.

In the process of getting acquainted with the new guy, Boomerang's mouth was rubbed, and finally he couldn't help but say: "What do you think? About this crazy so-called 'mission'."

Deadshot said while adjusting the firearm: "I advise you to say nothing."

The corner of Boomerang's mouth twitched, his eyes were looking around, and he finally glanced back sneakily before continuing: "What are you afraid of, this is most likely the last time we will act in our lives, if we don't speak, maybe we'll be in the future. Nothing to say."

Death Shot was unmoved.

He thought for a while and said, "Don't you really think there is a problem? It's more than 20 meters deep underground, and it's one of the tightest vaults in the world."

"I'm well aware of these things, and I've looked it up online myself."

"Then don't you think it's strange? More than two hundred tons of gold can crush all three of us into meat sauce. How can he take it away?"

Deadshot clicked the bolt, raised the gun and looked into the distance, and said, "I don't care about that, because I don't think his purpose in bringing us together is to rob the Federal Savings Bank, so I believe in myself. won't die."

"Hey, what if?"

"There is no case."

Boomerang squinted at him, sneered silently, then turned to look at Killer Crocodile: "Hey, Big Crocodile, how about you? What do you think?"

The killer crocodile put on a fitted suit and lifted a heavy machine gun contentedly: "Don't talk too much, or I'll blast you to pieces right now."

"Ha, stop joking, you dare not shoot."

Killer Crocodile gave him a cold look: "It's not because of you that I dare not shoot."

Next to him, the dead-shooting action that was checking his equipment suddenly stopped. He immediately stuffed the weapon he needed into his bag, turned around and went into his room.

Killer Crocodile and Boomerang looked at his back and felt inexplicable.

Sitting on the bed, he looked at the prompt that suddenly shot in front of him and whispered, "Boss, what does this mean?"

In the hotel not far away, Hong Fei was sitting on the sofa wearing a bathrobe, and three pictures with different content but extremely high definition were projected in front of him.

He said: "It's very simple, don't you understand?"

Deadshot's voice sounded in his ears: "Boss, you didn't say that this pair of contact lenses can still talk."

"Really, I didn't seem to say they would explode?"

Deadshot's hands on his knees suddenly tightened.

Hong Fei saw this scene through his eyes, he chuckled and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm joking, nanomaterials are amazing, but how can something so small explode?"

Dead Shot squeezed his knees with both hands, and the bones and blood vessels on the back of his black hands were already bulging.

After two seconds of silence, he said: "Boss, I have been doing things according to your instructions."

"Yes, so you got a chance to talk to me alone."

"Is there anything I need to do?"

"Well, we have another goal the day after tomorrow."

"What?" Dead Shot was suddenly startled and almost couldn't help exclaiming.

"Relax, it's just one more goal, what's there to be afraid of, how can you be a killer with such a mental quality?"

Countless indescribable words suddenly appeared in Dead Shot's heart, but in the end, only one sentence remained after the brain's filtering: "What is the other target?"

"Art, I also want to play with art."

the next day.

Walking on the street, Hong Fei also followed Cora's style and inserted his thumbs into the duty belt. Needless to say, this posture really makes people feel more comfortable, and maintaining such a movement can make the right hand move faster. quick draw.

It's all experience.

But the premise is not too fat, otherwise the thumb will be squeezed and numb by the flowing abdominal muscles and the duty belt, which is not conducive to shooting with a gun.

So then again, as long as the entire police station is middle-aged, more than 80% of them are fat. The practicality of this action can be said to decrease with age until it returns to zero.

"It's boring, it's boring, it's boring..."

Walking beside Hong Fei, Cora kept repeating the "curse" in a low voice.

If the surrounding pedestrians can hear her clearly, they will definitely cast a strange look at her.

When the police are not bored, they are in trouble.

After a while, Hong Fei also got a headache from her talking, so he took the initiative to say: "Kora, why don't you go to the car to rest for a while, and I go around alone?"

Cora immediately gave him a look, and said angrily: "Of course you want me to go back to rest, so you can get credit when there is a situation, but your internship period has been reduced by three months, even if you come again At least one month's internship is required.”

The reward for Hong Fei's driving over the three robbers arrived. His internship period was cut in half, from one year to three months, which was a good thing. In addition, there was a bonus of six hundred dollars.

However, this bored woman obviously didn't want to reason.

Hong Fei simply fell silent.

Cora continued talking.

Hong Fei thought about his own affairs as he walked.

Black eats black, not only with empty gloves and equipment, but also with the arms smuggling group. Hong Fei needs their strength. Although the big guy he wants is too late this time, according to his weapon usage habits, he will definitely be in a short time. Nei became a big customer of this smuggling group. When the time is right in the future, he will directly wipe out all the opponents in one go, which will help him move up the police position.

Dr. Zhu En, the witch, has also been in contact with the two parties. Zhu En conveyed Hong Fei's meaning to the witch, and at the same time replied to Hong Fei instead of the witch.

This means that the handling of about 230 tons of gold is no longer a problem, and there is no need to worry about the release of gold, because after the outbreak of this incident, the international gold price will inevitably undergo a turbulence, whether it is to avoid the limelight or wait for the price to rise, etc. There's no harm in waiting.

At the same time, this also means that Dr. Zhu En really listened to Hong Fei's words, and she has begun to communicate with the witch, which is what Hong Fei expects. For some unknown reason, witches need to possess a body to exist for a long time and exert their full strength. Dr. Zhu En is the best choice for now. It is better to be quiet, and there is no need to change the "host" if possible.

Regardless of the witch's strength, the special skill of instantaneous long-distance movement is very eye-catching.

Although Hong Fei can directly let the witch enter the vault and empty it, he needs more than gold, or never gold.

It can also be said in another way: the meaning of gathering Deadshot and others, a very important point is to create a wider and broader influence.

The New York Federal Savings Bank was chosen not because there is the most gold here, but because many of the gold reserves here belong to other countries.

This is very exciting.

Besides, Hong Fei also wants to be an artist.

He's used to New York without the Statue of Liberty.

Neither of the two action missions is simply to destroy for the sake of destruction, or even to expand the influence of the event to get more energy boosts.

Everyone knows that long lines are needed to catch big fish. If you can put more long lines at the same time, on the basis of probability, and driven by invisible undercurrents, they may take the initiative to weave into a big net.

Nightfall, Louisiana.

Two full days and nights had passed since Amanda gave the order.

At nine o'clock, the last prison van entered the prison, and Amanda's commander wiped the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead, and a smile appeared on his face.

He instructed his subordinates to gather all the newcomers, while he rushed to Amanda's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Pushing the door and entering, facing Amanda's cruel eyes, he lowered his eyebrows and said, "Sir, everyone is here."

Amanda didn't seem surprised. She turned her head and continued to work on the emails on the computer. After a few minutes, she closed the computer and got up and walked out. The reporter obediently followed behind him.

After a while, the two came to the meeting point.

Numerous well-armed elite combat members guarded the perimeter with guns, with a circle standing in the middle... monsters and monsters.

This is the word that best fits the image of this group of creatures, bar none.

Although they are all wearing orange prison uniforms, each of them has its own characteristics and strangeness.

Amanda didn't care about this. She came directly to the crowd and showed her indifference to this group of monsters and monsters with a pair of dead fish eyes and an expression of a family that had just died.

A group of people also set their eyes on her at the same time.

As the subordinate next to him spoke, a personal information was revealed.

A wise man, an old monster with long white hair, who is clearly in his old age.

A black guard, a young man with short white hair, who looks like a lunatic.

Mungo, with bright yellow skin and unusual spots, looks more like an alien than a terrestrial.

Javelin, Javelin in hand, that's all.

Broken arms, his two arms flew out from the torso, and the break was bloody. At this time, his arms were being stepped on by two armed members, and he looked very painful.

Weasel, this is not a code name, it's really a weasel, but the body has grown into a humanoid shape, and the eyeballs on its weasel head are more protruding than Amanda's~www.mtlnovel.com~ It seems that the next He was about to fall down in seconds, his teeth were sharp but uneven, his arms were as long as his knees, his body was extremely thin, and his body was covered with miscellaneous hairs.

At this point, Amanda's dead fish eyes and dead faces don't seem to be incomprehensible.

After the subordinate finished reading, Amanda glanced at it, left a sentence of "lock up" and turned away.

Soon, she came to the second assembly point. The people who were surrounded here... were almost all monsters and monsters, but the external characteristics of these people and creatures were obviously stronger.

Bloodsport, Peacemaker, Polkadot, Ratcatcher, Shark King.

The first four are people, and the last is a human-shaped shark.

Different from the weasel just now, although the shark king has a fat body and stubby limbs, considering that it is a shark and has a shark head and a triangular dorsal fin, it looks rather cute in this way.

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