Female President's Death Bodyguard

When Tang Feng was talking here, in a hotel not far from the clubhouse, Gaza wanted to kill people.

Gaza looked at the few people in front of him, and said with a livid face, "Are you guys crazy? You actually want to attack the Reaper's Club just like that? There are elites from the Four Reapers' Halls there, and there are thousands of reserve personnel. Just us, you want to attack directly?"

Tim the Man with Thousand Faces looked at Gaza with a contemptuous smile and said, "Gaza, are you afraid of death? If you are afraid of rice, you can stay in the hotel, and we can go."

"You fart, I will be afraid of the god of death? If I am afraid of him, will I still come to Longguo? Will I kill the people of their organization as soon as I come? You must know that the god of death is very protective. I killed the people of their organization It's already against him." Gaza looked at Tim and said angrily.

"Just don't be afraid. Why did Nami stop our actions? I guarantee that mine can be disguised as a guest for you. He is not a real god of death. He will not find out. When the time comes, you can create some chaos and we can Go directly to the rooftop." Tim said darkly.

"Are you thinking things too simply? I told you. According to my observation, there should be snipers on the roof of their clubhouse. What's the use of you going to the rooftop? Even if you go to the rooftop, plug in our Flag, we're all fucking dead, there's a point to a victory like that." Gaza feels that Tim the Man with Thousand Faces is a lunatic, and his plan includes himself as a victim, and everyone is dead, a Verbal victories serve a purpose.

"Maybe we may die, but our organization will be able to overwhelm their death organization in the underground organization in the future. You actually say that such a victory is useless. I think you are afraid of death." Tim said disdainfully.

The four people behind him also had determination on their faces. They felt that the man with thousands of faces was right. For their organization, their sacrifices were nothing. As long as they could make the organization rise, their sacrifices were of great significance.

Gaza glanced at Tim, and then at the expressions of the people behind him. He felt depressed for a while. He felt that he was sick. What's the use of telling a lunatic here, but if he didn't say it himself, it would be really bad. If you follow this plan, these people will die.

Gaza picked up the wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, put the wine glass on the table a little annoyed, then looked at Tim and said, "Even if we sacrifice, it must be worth something? You just say to take people in directly, and then start attacking, what? You need to have a detailed plan."

Gaza felt that it was completely useless to talk to him about it. It would be better to listen to him and tell him about his detailed plan, and then point out to him where it is not feasible.

"Of course I have a detailed plan." Tim the Man with Thousand Faces took a sip of red wine, then looked at the people in the room and said, "My plan is that eight of us will go in and six of us will go in, and two people will be left to meet outside. This time I will bring You should have at least 50 men, right? These people don’t need to pretend, and they don’t know them. After we enter, we will each go to a different area to wait for our arrival. These people Let's act together and blow up this clubhouse, and we can take advantage of the chaos to get to the top of the building. I think the god of death should care about the influence. After all, this is Longjing in the Dragon Kingdom, not their Middle East headquarters. It is impossible for everyone to carry a gun, even if the roof is as you said, so what if they have arranged snipers? Those snipers are useless in close combat, and our sudden appearance is also to take the lead." Tim the man with thousands of faces was excited Talk about your own plan.

Gaza looked at Tim who was getting more and more excited, and felt a burst of helplessness in his heart. He was really speechless for a lunatic. It's just that he is more courageous and has a bad temper. Now it seems that this is a lunatic.

Gaza stabilized his desire to kill Tim, looked at him and said lightly, "First of all, there are two points in your plan, I need your answer."

"You said," Tim laughed.

"First, you want to blow up the Reaper's clubhouse and create chaos, but where are the explosives for so many of us? How can we bring them in with the explosives? So their clubhouse is not closed, but it must be tight outside and tight inside now. It is possible to bring explosives in completely, especially with so many people. As long as one person is found out, then it is impossible for us people to reach the designated location safely. Second, do you think they only have the roof for defense? Reaper Do you think the organization is all idiots? They can achieve this achievement in just a few years, it can't be that simple, when we will also enter the club, and when we reach their territory, we will be completely slaughtered by others, you It is impossible for such a large clubhouse to collapse directly with explosives, and when the time comes we will be wiped out, and the outside of the house will just be renovated, you don’t think we are worth the renovation fee from the other party?” Gaza finished speaking in one breath, staring looking at Tim, waiting for him to explain himself.

After listening to Gaza's words, Tim the Man with Thousand Faces just smiled softly, lit his cigar unhurriedly, took a deep breath and exhaled a smoke ring, looked at Gaza with a smile and said, "I can answer the two points you said now. .”

"First point, where do we get the explosives we need, right? You don't have to worry about this matter. The explosives were already prepared when I came here. Indeed, as you said, this clubhouse should not collapse immediately, but neither It can be solved by just a renovation. Even if they don’t build the building again, it will take a long time to repair it. The second point is better solved. I know that the god of death must be ready to wait for us, but he opened the door to do business. They won’t check the guests casually, so it’s very possible for us to reach the top floor. Even if we are discovered, so what, they won’t just watch us blow up their clubhouse, so They dare not kill us directly, at worst we threaten them with explosives, so that we can still walk out of the clubhouse safely, I know you may think that I am crazy, and you are not the first to think so, but you can survive, No one wants to die, and Death and the others probably think the same way. If the clubhouse explodes, many of their people will die too, so our threat must be effective. I really don’t understand why you won’t agree to such a plan, win. Even better, if we can't win, we can come back safely with the threat of explosives." Tim the Man with Thousand Faces said proudly.