Sweden.

Stockholm.

Workshop.

Five seconds later.

Attack stopped.

"Stop."

Everyone was relieved.

After all, they are not those who see death as a return. They are not the kind of people who dare to charge on the battlefield. They are also afraid that the weapon of that caliber is the life harvester. They will die one by one without any body.

Now.

One becomes three.

Of course.

You can also walk on your stomach.

However.

Judging from the attack just now, they didn't mean to kill them all.

Left a thread of life.

Flat shot, clear purpose - warning, don't act rashly, otherwise, if flat shot becomes a dive, they will not be unable to rush, but will run fast and slowly.

This.

It was confirmed immediately.

At this point.

A big black man looked at the concrete mound not far away and climbed quickly.

Upon arrival.

Sit up.

Back against a stone pier nearly one meter thick, panting, more than ten degrees below zero, the sweat from his forehead has frozen into ice, a wipe of his hand, Kaka's broken ice falls, which reminds him of polar training.

Just.

It was a hot sweat at that time, but this time it was because of tension and fear.

Just two breaths.

"Boom! Boom! "

The vibration came from the stone pier, as if he was hit by a small hammer on his spine, not a wooden hammer, but a hammer. Once, he almost knocked out his heart and escaped, which was the only idea.

No hesitation.

Roll right a few times and leave the shooting area.

Get down.

Hold your head.

There was a flash of fear in his eyes.

Next.

He watched as the cement pier was smashed to pieces and torn! A stone splashed over, hit his finger, and clicked. The second joint of the index finger was smashed and fractured.

"Hiss!"

It's painful.

"Escape."

A dozen more tumbled, and the black man was far away from the area.

At the same time.

There was a roar in several directions. Everyone was too scared to move any more. They were completely sure that their actions were being watched by the enemies inside. Someone was moving forward. Attack.

"Don't get up."

Commands come from the headphones.

Immediately.

The scene personnel breathed a sigh of relief.

。。。

Greece.

Manor.

"Pa!"

The old man blew his beard with anger.

Suppression.

It's a shame that their people are so suppressed that they can't move. There are three harvesters. How many people do they have to fill in to achieve their goals and get information.

Fifty.

Or a hundred? Or more.

No way.

Needless charge, the cost is too big, now he is also to see clearly, people did not kill the meaning, revealed a message - do not want to kill the major financial groups.

But.

I'm not afraid to conflict with you.

This is it.

It's not up to him to decide.

Immediately.

"Contact them."

The old man ordered.

"Yes."

They.

Of course, it's not the enemy, but the consortia. If they don't speak, but suppress, they are saying, "shall we talk?". Therefore, he has to call other people together to discuss.

Because most of them are at the theatre.

Soon.

There are all the people.

"All three groups of kovoro elites have lost their combat support ability. The number of opponents is unknown, they are well equipped, they have weapons of large caliber, and the number of ammunition is unknown..."

The old man said simply.

"Over 30 mm?"

"Are you sure?"

"Where did it come from?"

"Are they crazy?"

“。。。”

I'm done.

There was a lot of discussion, not without seeing it, but it was smuggled into Sweden by an unknown force, with a caliber of more than 30mm. In all countries, it is the level of gun.

"What about the model?"

Someone asked.

Listen.

The old man shook his head slightly.

"The image of the last camera is short and fuzzy, and the model cannot be determined. Each of these weapons has a record. We are checking the relevant equipment of European countries."

The power of the consortium is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Check these out.

It's just a little bit of trouble. It's not impossible.

"What do they mean?"

"Talk."

"Why not take the initiative?"

"Whoever speaks first loses first."

"And so on?"

"No."

"How about that?"

"Wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Who can't bear it first."

“。。。”

These words, of course, are not what they say, but what people think in their hearts, almost instantaneously. The old man said, "they definitely want to show their muscles through this."

"The aim is, first, to eliminate the action team, which is the people of kovoro. The second is to draw our attention to the past and disrupt the pace of our actions against the three scientists. "

"So."

"We should also prepare with both hands. First, the nail must be pulled out, and we have to give kovoro an account. Second, for the three scientists, carry out plan B. "

Kovoro and

are tools.

But.

Dog beating also depends on the owner. The negotiation is the negotiation. One yard is one yard. There are so many people killed by kovoro. There must be an explanation. At least, no one in that factory can live.

"Agreed."

"Yes."

"Kill."

"They are too arrogant."

“。。。”

For this.

There was no objection.

Next.

It's about how to do it.

"In order to reduce the loss, we need to borrow military forces. In this respect, I will coordinate. When these people bring in those weapons, the Swedish side also needs an explanation, which is their life."

"Of course, it can't be said that they are possessed by gangsters. Otherwise, Swedish authorities, the military and the police have to have a large number of people who are unlucky and packaged as the second large-scale extermination of gangsters."

"I believe that the other side will not be stupid enough to admit it."

If admitted.

Oh!

That's a lot of fun.

Without pushing, all countries will put it on the list of "terrorist organizations". It's easy to include zero and Burmese. If the weapons are not conventional, they are too much involved.

Otherwise.

They all thought about it.

"At present, the news of the war can no longer be contained. In terms of public opinion control, it is still mainly to fight against gangsters. When necessary, some people can stand up and be responsible for this."

Some people.

It's the guy on the list, of course.

Don't worry about debts.

"You'll see to it."

"Good."

"We'll talk when they can't sit down."

"Well."

“。。。”

But five minutes.

Break up.

All the screens were disconnected, the old man sat down and took a sip of tea. "Continue to surround, fire aid will soon arrive, withdraw from the first line of defense, the sniper in place, the target, the enemy in the factory."

A meal.

Open up again: "free fire, unlimited."

The enemy is dead.

We can talk about it.

In any case,

those who can perform such tasks basically have the awareness of being treated as abandoned children. They are all chess pieces. If they are killed, they will be killed. In the face of real interests, chess pieces are used.

"I found it."

At this time.

The housekeeper answered a phone call, his eyes were all staring out.

"What did you find?"

The old man came to spirit.

"How the weapons of the other party enter the country." The housekeeper's face was strange.

"Great."

The old man stood up with a happy face. "Who helped them?"

"We."

"Ah?"

Instant.

The old man's expression froze.

For a long time.

"Ha ha! Ha ha! " Old people can't help laughing. Can the world be more absurd?