Battlefield Contractor

"Even so, I have to go." Sandro said solemnly, "I can't wait any longer."

"You don't have to wait, we will help you complete all this." Crazy Horse patted his shoulder. "But you need a plan. This can't be done by heroes alone, you need the cooperation of your teammates."

Sandro nodded, "Thank you."

"It's not too late to thank us after this is done." Lin Rui shook his head, "Now we'd better leave here first."

"Where to go?" Sandro whispered.

"They put the bait down, just like they want to fish. People who plan to fish usually stare at the buoy on the water and always pay attention to when the fish will take the bait. We just want him to think that the fish has been hooked, and then He kicked him into the water with a kick behind his back." Lin Rui smiled slightly, "So you just follow your own ideas and we will take care of the rest."

"Understood." Sandro nodded. "Everyone, I owe you this matter today, and I will definitely repay it."

"Needless to say nonsense, we only help you this time." Crazy Horse patted his arm.

In the small hall on the second floor of Marcio, after listening to the report from his subordinates, the strategist Maklowski frowned and said, "It seems that Sandro is really fast. The only solution is now. The way to do this is to catch him, but this person is a member of O2 and a top-notch player. He is not easy to deal with. What should I do?"

Marcio smiled faintly: "Are my men vegetarian? Although I didn't let them in, even if they were outside, they could help me stop Sandro."

"Of course, I keep you because you are valuable to use." Makovsky said: "And revenge, this is his Achilles heel."

Marcio was about to speak, when suddenly he noticed a flash of figures from the corner of his eyes, and saw a man in white clothes stepping out of the window and walking towards them calmly. It was the murderer he had seen-Sandro.

When his heart trembled, the man had come to them. Marcio knew that it was not good, he was quick-witted, bent his feet, and pushed **** the wooden coffee table in front of him.

Sandro's movements were lightning fast, and he pulled out a large-caliber pistol on one side, but the coffee table just hit his knees and legs.

"Bang!" The bullet hit the ceiling.

Sandro fell to the ground with a long lead, but quickly got up, pointing his gun towards Marcio.

Marcio screamed in despair.

At this critical moment. A metal dart with a wire hit Sandro's arm, and he shuddered and curled onto the ground. Maklowski walked out behind the curtain, still holding a Taser M26 in his hand. Several gray figures suddenly rushed out of the surrounding area, pressing Sandro to the ground.

The Taser in Makaroff's hand can fire a charged barb with a range of up to 7 meters. The suspect will temporarily lose his ability to move after being shot. Even as strong as Sandro, it is difficult to bear. He fell to the ground and lost the ability to resist. Can only be at the mercy of others.

"Damn how did this guy get in? We didn't even notice it." A secret agency militant whispered.

"Looking at the clothes on his body, he should have come in from behind, taking advantage of the staff handover." Makovsky nodded, "He didn't go where you set up ambushes, but used the identity of the staff. , Came in from behind. Check there to see if anyone is coming in with him."

"Yes, sir, we will go right away." The armed personnel of the secret society did not dare to neglect, and immediately turned and left.

Maklovsky looked down at Sandro who was tied up, then turned to look at Marcio and said, "How about? Is that him?"

Marcio sat there, nodding, looking a little complicated.

"Tie him to a chair." Makovsky waved. A few secret society militants who covered their faces immediately dragged Sandro up and tied him to a chair.

Maklovsky walked over and poured himself a glass of wine in front of the wine cabinet. Then took the wine bottle and walked to Sandro's side and poured half a bottle of wine on Sandro's head until Sandro slowly woke up.

Sandro struggled as soon as he opened his eyes, but he did not move at all. His hands and feet were all tied to a sturdy chair. In addition, Sandro couldn't break free after receiving the electric shock, and could only make a beast-like gasp, staring at Marcio.

"It's really a tragedy." Maklovsky shook his head. "However, life is a big ups and downs, isn't it? Seeing revenge is imminent, he suddenly turns into a prisoner."

"Marcio! I want to kill you! I want to kill you!" Sandro roared.

Marcio sat on the other end, silent, staring at Sandro spitefully.

"Don't be nervous, Sandro." Maqlovsky turned to look at Marcio and said, "Your enemy is there, he can't run. But now you can't kill him, isn't this feeling bad? Some people say that the greatest pain in the world is this state of helplessness and powerlessness. Seeing my enemy close at hand, I can't do anything."

"Hmph, today fell in your hands, I have nothing to say. Kill if you want, what are you doing nonsense?!" Sandro gritted his teeth.

"Are you really willing?" Maqlovsky whispered, "It was the man who killed your uncle and your two cousins. I heard that he was using a 9mm pistol. Shot all the bullets on your uncle's body one by one, and then killed your two cousins ​​with a knife. The blood shed all over the place, it was the blood of your relatives who were connected to you.

Sandro, that is your only family. Your uncle brought you out of Bolivia and gave you a family. But it was this person who ruined your home again.

Treat you as your uncle, just like that. There are also two cousins ​​who grew up together, they were less than twenty years old when they were killed. Are you really willing to die like this, unable to avenge them? "

"I'm not reconciled, not reconciled!" Sandro gritted his teeth, his teeth had broken his lips, and blood was dripping down the corners of his mouth.

"Actually, I'm not reconciled." Maqlovsky said, "I admire your O2 team. People like you should not have such a tragic ending. So, if you want, this ending can be rewritten. Yes. I can make this sad ending more complete, I can make you stand up from this chair, then take revenge, and finally leave with the satisfaction of revenge. This is an ending worthy of you. ."

(End of this chapter)