Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"We have four targets, namely Dave, Ali, Resnick, Kovac..."

David glanced at Matt and knew that he couldn't see the documents, so he said, "They were originally CIA agents. After they were fired, they set up a small mercenary company to play the role of scavenger. Because of their origins in the CIA, this This company has a lot of in-depth cooperation with the CIA. Simply put, everything that the CIA is inconvenient to do will be handled by them.”

"For example, this action against the underground world?" Fox was curious.

"good."

David looked at the photo on the document and showed a sneer: "Their hands are covered with blood. If we kill them, we can do good deeds and eliminate harm for the people."

"Is the intelligence accurate? Is it possible for us to be ambushed by the other party?" Fox asked.

"The news has been repeatedly confirmed and should be accurate."

David nodded: "However, the possibility of being ambushed by the enemy cannot be ruled out for the time being."

"One more question, should we do it now?"

Wesley pondered for a moment, then glanced at Matt: "With Matt here, the night is our home court, and now is not the best time to do it."

"Then wait until the evening, and I'll confirm the information again, don't worry about it for a while."

David made a final decision.

Everyone looked at the sky, naturally had no opinion, and nodded one after another.

……

into the night.

The neon lights are flickering, and the bright moon hangs high.

The traffic flow in downtown Manhattan gradually thinned out, and scattered passers-by wandered the streets.

A high-end hotel parking lot.

David and the others were fully equipped and came here in a seven-seater commercial vehicle.

"After repeated confirmation, there is no problem with the intelligence. They are on the 23rd floor, all four of them are in the same room, and there are no weapons of mass destruction."

In the car, David told everyone about the intelligence content and action plan: "The plan is very simple. First cut off the power supply on the 23rd floor, and then throw a grenade in the door of the room, killing one is counted as one... I don't need to say the rest, the action Follow Matt's instructions."

"clear."

The crowd nodded.

……

Room on the 23nd floor.

The smoke was lingering, and everyone was sitting and drinking together.

"Unexpectedly, McCall was still alive. We were all present at that explosion. He had no chance to escape at all. As expected of him..."

Dave was very emotional, took a sip of beer, and shook his head: "But this time he is really dead, I saw his body, his head was shot three times, his face was beyond recognition, but I can recognize him... ...Death is fine, for a person like him, living is more tiring than dying."

"To our old captain."

"Respect the old captain."

"Respect the old captain."

The four of them toasted and touched each other lightly, Gululu took another sip of beer.

"Brothers, you must know that this mission is very important. If Pushkin can be killed, the remaining piece of cake will allow us to spend the rest of our lives, no, even the rest of our lives without worrying about food and clothing..."

Dave looked at the companions in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "According to the agreement with the CIA, we will replace Pushkin and become the underground overlord of the east coast. This is what the CIA owes us, and it is also the reward we deserve. "

"This day is not far away. In the coming new century, we will become the new underground overlord on the east coast."

The other three laughed, full of ambition.

They still don't know that danger is approaching quietly.

……

Ding!

David and others stepped into the elevator car, and as the elevator went up, the floors gradually changed.

It is already early morning, and there are very few guests staying in the hotel at this time.

Their fully armed posture was not seen by outsiders.

In 1999, there were very few surveillance cameras installed in hotel elevators, and there was no risk of exposure.

Therefore, as long as this operation can be carried out smoothly, almost no one will find them, and will only focus on Pushkin.After all, they were indeed assassins paid by Pushkin.

Suddenly, Matt's expression moved slightly.

"Something's wrong."

"What do you mean?"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was taken aback. David's face was serious, and he asked in a deep voice, "What did you hear?"

"Is there an ambush?"

Wesley frowned immediately: "We still have time to retreat."

"It's not an ambush, their number is wrong..."

Matt had a strange expression on his face, and while listening carefully, he said slowly: "There are not just four enemies, but two groups of people... However, they don't seem to know each other's existence, but they are all related to the CIA."

"Two groups of people?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, unexpectedly encountering such a situation.

Two groups of people stayed in the same hotel, both related to the CIA.

"In addition to our four targets, how many other people are there?"

David touched his chin, his eyes flickered: "If there are not many of them, we can deal with them together."

"I'm afraid not. There are a lot of them. They live in three rooms on the 22nd floor, just downstairs and directly below our target. It should be..."

Matt confirmed the information he heard, and affirmed: "Twelve people, exactly the size of a special warfare team."

"Twelve people?"

David was taken aback.

Not only him, but also Wesley, Fox and others.

Twelve plus four, there are a total of sixteen CIA agents, and their temporary killer team only has seven people.

If you only deal with the original four targets, it's not a big problem.

But suddenly there is another team with 16 people in total, which is very difficult. It is equivalent to jumping directly from the simple mode to the hell mode, which is almost an impossible task.

Unless, drop a C4 bomb directly on this hotel.

But that goes beyond the essence of gangsters and harms innocent people, which is what terrorists do.

David doesn't think he's a good person, but he's not so bad that he lacks humanity, doesn't take human life seriously, and does whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

"This is troublesome."

Wesley scratched his head and frowned: "Although they are not on the same floor, and they don't know each other's existence, if we fight, the other party will definitely check the situation as soon as possible..."

"It's too risky to do it now."

Fox looked at the leader of the team and said, "David, what do you think?"

"It's best to retreat now and discuss actions later."

David also frowned, lost in thought, first nodded, then shook his head, and said bluntly: "But it's all here, and I just walked away without doing anything. I'm really not reconciled."

"You want to move on?" Fox saw his thoughts.

"good."

David nodded: "The special operations team is not easy to deal with, but if we can find a way to lure them away, we will have enough time to complete the task..."

"Pushkin is now besieged on all sides and is in a difficult situation. He needs to show force properly, especially in the face of hell mode. He can still kill his opponent cleanly in order to deter the enemy and stabilize his position."

At this point, he looked around and saw that everyone was thinking, and added: "So, this operation is very important to him... The most important thing is that I can take this opportunity to ask him for a sum of money .”

"How much more can I ask for?" Fox shook her head, she felt that David was not rational.

"Double, 4000 million."

David was categorical: "Believe me, what Pushkin lacks now is people, not money."

"..."

Fox lost his voice for a moment.

Including Matt, everyone gasped for breath.

Seeing this, David showed an imperceptible smile, knowing that everyone was already moved.

Although 4000 million is a lot, if you spend 4000 million to get things done today, you can easily get back [-] million tomorrow.

If things can't be done, whether there is a tomorrow is a question.

David didn't lose his mind, on the contrary, he was more sober than ever.

"Just for the 4000 million, how are you going to lure them away?"

asked Wesley.

"this problem……"

David frowned tightly, his eyes fell on the elevator floors that were rising step by step, he used his brains and racked his brains:

"Let me think about it, give me some time, there must be a way..."