Chapter 540

meanwhile.

The killer organization where the flying fish is located has issued the same order, but it is more comprehensive than the python. Their standby killer team is already on the way. If the flying fish fails, the team will be on top.

If the flying fish succeed, it's just to let them travel for free.

That's a small amount of money for killer organizations.

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12 p.m.

Command room.

Tang Qing has been waiting here for a long time. Looking at the countdown on the projection screen, he can't help sighing. He wants to kill again. It's not exciting. But in order to frighten some people, he can only use their lives.

Natural selection.

The strong survive.

Truth is often so cruel and cold, mixed with blood and honor, with the blood of others, casting their own honor, this way, Tang Qing felt that he could not escape, only one way to go black.

"Drop by drop" There was a sharp sound. Six big zeros on the screen flashed red. The hours, minutes and seconds all came to an end. Now it's 12:00 sharp.

Take a deep breath, Tang Qing ordered: "Tang Yi, let's start."

"Yes, commander in chief."

With a single command, all the potential fighters began to move together.

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The United States.

San Francisco.

"Python" killer Organization headquarters.

It's the middle of the morning, and lunch time is another hour. Many Python people are discussing what to eat later, because lunch here is not allowed to go out to eat. Today, the chef asked for leave again, so he can only order takeout.

The whole building looks plain and old, but it's heavily guarded.

At the gate, there are combat teams equipped with powerful firepower.

It's just that the weapons are hidden.

No one noticed.

A white man was walking out of the glove room on the first floor. On his emaciated face, his face was cold. He was dressed like the staff here. In order to perform tasks more conveniently and avoid a frontal attack, the soldier infiltrated here in the early hours of the morning.

No one works on the first and second floors.

Just rest, meeting, fitness, afternoon tea and other leisure places.

Based on the target that has been locked.

The soldiers came to the end of the first floor quickly. Not all the people here were going to be killed. Many of them were civil servants. Some of them were under duress. Only a small half of them were up to the standard.

At the end of the first floor is the office area for security personnel, and also the passage from the first floor to the second floor. The handle is tight.

The soldier pushed the door in.

There were six men with guns standing in two rows. They were well-equipped and dressed in American army uniforms.

"Who are you?" A strong white man stood in the way. He didn't see the face of the soldier. Nobody seemed to tell someone to come in, but it wasn't the people who could come in.

Because through the window, the only entrance responsible for identity check is alive. Otherwise, he doesn't talk like this, but six guns are put on.

The soldier smiled faintly. He was harmless.

"I.... Pass by. " As soon as he had finished speaking, the soldiers began to fight while those people were still confused.

Five seconds later.

The soldier continued to walk upstairs.

There are no living people behind.

Of the six, four had a knife in their foreheads, two had their necks twisted and lay on the ground with no voice. These people were not good people. They killed many innocent people for pythons, so they were listed in the clean-up list by the command room.

When the whole building's monitoring is taken over by the command room.

Soldiers don't need to worry about someone popping up.

One side, one laced, one touched his nose, easily dodged the eyes of several security personnel on the second floor.

In charge of Lyon's office.

Twenty four hours later, he reported to the boss again.

"Boss, I've already sent a new team. I'm expected to arrive in the morning. This task is a bit tricky." Leon reports.

"It's not difficult. How can there be such a high reward? In this way, send another team to stand by just in case." The voice on the opposite side said slowly, this is Henry ARIS, the boss of Python.

"Yes, boss." Lyon promised.

Finish.

Lyon hung up and was about to go out and order.

"Click."

A door opened.

Lyon looked up and saw an unknown white face coming in. Lyon's face immediately changed. Without his permission, there would be no new face on this floor, let alone his office.

The enemy.

This is his only thought at this time.

Too late to think why, he immediately touched the gun under the table.

At this time.

The white man moved and his hands flashed like shadows.

"Whew" There was a slight sound than that of a silencer.

After the sound, Lyon had a blood hole in his forehead. He fell down on the chair and died with his eyes closed. He didn't understand why his tight security didn't play a role of early warning.

Soldiers are armed with modified spy guns, which are almost inaudible.

After Lyon's death.

The soldier withdrew from the room.

The field of vision looks to the area where they work, the visual coverage of the eyes is completed, and the damned person is marked.

Looking at a stranger coming out of Lyon's room, many people saw him, and two security guards came up vigilantly, just about to talk and kill... It started without any sign.

"Bang. Bang. Several shots broke the peace in the building.

The two big white men who were still on guard outside the first floor turned pale and wanted to turn around to see what was going on. Unfortunately, as soon as they thought about it, two bullets passed through their hearts.

The battle team at the gate is also going to have a look, but just two steps away, a bullet goes through the wall, and three people's bodies. The situation is not reduced, and the wall is splashed with debris.

Two dead and one wounded.

"Ah..." The wounded American kept whining.

Armor piercing weapons.

There was a strong fear in everyone's mind.

This kind of near foul weapon is generally used to deal with vehicle equipment. Who did they offend? They even beat them with this weapon, but they can't remember it at all, because there are too many people killed by the "poisonous Python" killer organization in these years.

Without waiting for them to think more, after a few more sounds, peace returned here.

Ten minutes later.

When the American police arrived in San Francisco, they saw only one corpse and some frightened civilian staff. The murderer disappeared. After a brief introduction of those civilian staff, they also knew that this was the headquarters of an international killer organization, python.

For a while, the American police were excited.

If so many civilians die, it will happen. But these are all killers, which can only be called revenge killing. The FBI will certainly block the news, and they can make a great contribution.

Sure enough.

Ten minutes later.

When the FBI arrived, the chief agent looked at the scene and immediately reported to the headquarters. Then, he got a more frightening news... A group of unidentified forces are carrying out large-scale hunting of the personnel of three killer organizations.

In less than an hour, with the headquarters of pythons, the headquarters of the three killer organizations have been handed over, and the number of killers killed has exceeded 100, all over the world.

And the number is growing, and it has ordered a close blockade of the news.

The agent was at a loss.

Cell phones are almost unstable.

The agent was full of doubts about who had the courage and strength. Suddenly, he remembered something. His eyes were full of disbelief and disbelief.

No.

No way.

The other side doesn't have the strength.

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The United States.

North New York.

In a huge farm villa.

Henry aris is enjoying his masterpiece in his wine cellar. He loves wine all his life, because it's like the blood of the enemy. As an adult, he started his arms business with his brother.

In Africa, South America and the Middle East, weapons were sold everywhere in various war zones. Later, his brother died of heart failure. The reason was to find stimulation and take illegal drugs.

Since then.

He began to lead his own team to various battlefields in the world, selling weapons to both sides of the war. As long as he gave money, he sold everything and made a lot of money. Later, he didn't want to run around like this. With his contacts, he set up a "Python" to make a "safe" money.

To be honest.

I knew that the zero production fruit wine could cure drug addiction.

He is very appreciative in his heart. After all, he doesn't sell this and doesn't smoke it. Naturally, it's dispensable and has common values. But business is business. Some people pay money. There's no reason why Python doesn't take over.

In this world, only money will not betray him, of course, and his red wine.

When he touched the oak barrel, Henry aris's eyes were as gentle as his own children's, at this time, he suddenly thought of zero, the kind of fruit wine that he was reluctant to part with, and looked at the oak barrel in front of him, his feelings and instincts. He was a little tangled.

"Ha ha, zero, interesting, a rare talent, I really want to meet you." Henry aris muttered. He would like to see zero and ask how to make the wine so good.

It's just after his voice.

In a quiet cellar.

A voice burst out.

"Unfortunately, you don't have a chance."

Henry aris's face suddenly changed. He liked to look at his cellar by himself. No one could come in without asking. If anyone could come in without permission, it would only be one case - the enemy came.

Turning his head, he saw a white man wearing sunglasses not far away.

"Who are you." Henry aris said in a deep voice, reaching for his back and carrying weapons with him was a habit, even when he went to the bathroom at home, which he had learned when he was an arms dealer.

There is no safe place in the world.

"Your people wanted to kill the people we were protecting yesterday. Do you remember?" The soldier stepped forward slowly, the "step" of leather boots.. Tread. The sound reverberated in the cellar, each time like a direct hit on Henry aris's heart.

"The people you protect? Zero? " Henry aris was not stupid either. He immediately thought of zero, the Burmese warlord. Yesterday, OK