At night.
While Zhang Jing was doing business, Lao Daijin was driving a pickup truck on the interstate highway outside the farm.
At the same time, his two friends stayed near 3945 Central Avenue and West End in Los Angeles.
In order to catch the mastermind behind the scenes, although Lao Daijin discovered someone driving a car on the interstate highway outside the farm during the day, he held back and did not do anything, fearing that the person behind the scenes would be caught and the mastermind behind the scenes would be scared away.
Just like last night, although they caught four alive and found out where the mastermind behind the scenes was hiding, the room was already empty when they arrived.
Only by using the most clumsy method, Lao Dajin asked his two brothers to stand by in the east and southeast directions of Los Angeles. When he caught the tongue and found out where the mastermind behind the scenes was hiding, Roland and Shannon could rush over immediately to eliminate the enemy.
But Los Angeles is very big, and guarding two directions is a bit of a stroke of luck.
Of course, the reason why we guard the east and southeast directions has also been analyzed. The personnel are messy and the security is poor.
At the right time and ready, Lao Daijin stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and slammed into a certain car driving back and forth at the farm gate.
Because the pickup truck was fast and heavy, a certain field was knocked over and rolled to the side of the road.
Lao Daijin wore a mask on his face, got out of the car neatly, loaded his pistol, stepped forward in three and two steps, shot and killed an Indian who tried to resist, and dragged out a wounded person from the overturned car. .
He didn't care about the cars passing by on the road and directly asked him to confess on the spot, "Where is Krichay hiding?"
"have no idea."
Before the tough guy could finish his words, Lao Daijin snapped off two of the opponent's fingers, and at the same time the wounded man's high-pitched cry of pain rang out.
Unsympathetic to the enemy, the pain was unbearable. Old Daikin asked for the second time, "Where is Krichay hiding?"
"I have no idea."
As if guessing what the Indians would say, Lao Daijin put his hand into the opponent's mouth almost at the same time as the opponent finished speaking, and violently tore off two front teeth from the enemy's mouth.
"Where is Krichay hiding?" Old Daikin asked for the third time.
"5966 Abernathy Road, Los Angeles," the injured Indian finally gave in and repeated in tears, "He is at 5966 Abernathy Road."
Lao Daijin had the communication device on. Roland and Shannon heard the address at the same time. Luckily, Shannon was near 3945 Central Avenue at the moment, and the target location was less than 1,000 meters away from him.
After getting what he wanted, Lao Daijin carried one in each hand, stuffed the body and the injured Indians after interrogation into the pickup truck, and then returned to the Kanfan Farm. The whole process went smoothly, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.
On the other side, Shannon was prepared in advance, including a body armor, helmet, and night vision goggles, and pounced on Krichay's hiding place alone.
Luo Lanshou's location was 20 kilometers away from Shannon, so he couldn't help; Lao Daijin was 150 kilometers away, so he couldn't help.
5966 Abernathy Road.
The subordinates who had been keeping in contact suddenly lost communication. Krichay, who had a twisted head, guessed that there was an accident and decisively ordered the two assistants and three subordinates in front of him, "It is no longer safe here. Take away the equipment, destroy the data, and split up." Walk."
While talking, Krichay slipped out of the back door first as a sign of respect, leaving his men to pack equipment and destroy materials.
Normally, they would have enough time to retreat because the enemy was 150 kilometers away, but Krichay was naturally vigilant, so he fled decisively.
But his men were too careless, thinking that they would be safe in a short period of time. As a result, Shannon blocked the doorway, and a gunfight broke out, with bullets spraying out like rain.
In just one encounter, three Indians carrying equipment were killed before they could react.
Krichay's two assistants were luckier. They were still in the warehouse. When they heard the gunfire, they had no intention of helping. They threw away the documents in their hands and ran away directly to the back door.
Shannon quickly changed the magazine, and at the same time, a shock bomb was thrown into the warehouse from the window. There was a bright light and loud bang at the same time, and his ears were temporarily deafened.
The opportunity only lasted a moment. Shannon rushed into the warehouse with a gun and saw the ugly woman.
The assistant couldn't figure out the direction and gave her a bullet, hitting her in the back of the head. new
The other male assistant was luckier. He had already stepped out of the back door with one foot and was not injured by the bright light.
However, he did not escape death. Shannon caught up with him and shot him to death in the backyard.
There was no other living person, so Shannon quickly dragged the body back to the warehouse, took photos, and simply collected the information. He left two incendiary grenades on the spot to cause a fire, and then left gracefully. The whole process took less than two minutes, without any sloppiness or sloppiness. A redundant action.
"Shannon" means a good impression and symbolizes the liveliness and cuteness of little girls. It is a very popular name for boys.
In reality, he was a bald, thick-waisted, pot-bellied, greasy old man. He had nothing to do with liveliness and cuteness, but no one expected that such a plain-looking man could be so fierce.
Mission accomplished, communication is silent.
Old Dai Jin and his old brother had a tacit understanding before, and silence meant that the task was carried out smoothly. But when he was about to report to Zhang Jing, he found that someone had turned off his phone. What matter was so important that he didn't even have time to answer the phone?
Zhang Jing didn't know that Lao Daijin was slandering him. Because he had a pair of girlfriends, he really couldn't spare his hands to answer the phone, so he might as well turn off the phone.
The next day, when Zhang Jing got up, it was raining lightly outside the window. Zhou Manmiao was still sleeping soundly, and Liang Jieshu was drying her hair in the bathroom. Someone knocked on the door. It turned out that the housekeeper Liya was back.
Looking at Liya, her temperament is still so good, I will never get tired of watching it.
"Sir, Lawyer Shen called through the landline and asked you to call him back; Mr. Dai Jin is waiting for you in the living room downstairs."
"Give me ten minutes to change clothes," Zhang Jing said quickly, "Welcome home."
Rhea smiled.
He rushed into the bathroom and brushed his teeth in ten seconds. He rushed into the cloakroom and saw Liang Jieshu changing clothes. Looking at her S-shaped figure and snow-white and supple skin, Zhang Jing felt something again.
In a blink of an eye, he forgot about Lao Daijin and pulled Liang Jieshu into his arms.
By the time Zhang Jing came downstairs, it was already nine o'clock in the morning. The greasy-looking old Dai Jin looked envious and jealous, and said sourly, "It's good to be young, but you can't be too indulgent. When you get to my age, you won't be able to move too carefully."
Zhang Jing was not embarrassed at all. He sat opposite Lao Daijin and asked, "Is something wrong?"
"Milica told me you were planning to form a women's rugby team for her?"
Zhang Jing nodded.
Lao Daijin asked again, "Is there still a 15-year selling contract?"
"It's not about selling yourself," Zhang Jing explained, "it's just to prevent the investment from going to waste."
"I don't agree," Lao Daijin shook his head, "I love my own daughter. It's not other men's turn to care about her. It's just a football team, and I can afford it."
"Ouch!"
Zhang Jing lamented that Lao Daijin had a lot of money. A mediocre team cost 1.4 million to 1.8 million yuan a year to support, but it was not enough when there were some difficulties.
She also marveled at how much the old man loves his women.
"At nine o'clock last night," Lao Daijin got down to business, "we found Krichay's temporary command post and killed five people. Krichay is already dead."
Zhang Jing suddenly became energetic, "Are you sure?"
"Definitely," Old Daikin confirmed, "Shannon's mission was to take photos of five people who were shot dead. I checked with the Indians captured last night and one of them was Krichay."
"Is the tongue you grabbed still there?" Zhang Jing asked.
"Gone."
"Where's the body?" Zhang Jing asked.
"Both bodies are in the trunk of the car, and the car is parked in the garage," Lao Daijin wondered why Zhang Jing liked to handle the corpses himself, and reminded: "Be sure to handle them cleanly, otherwise there will be trouble."
It was because he was worried that Lao Daijin would not handle it cleanly that Zhang Jing asked to handle it himself. Unknowingly, there were more corpses in the mithril space. At a glance, there were 9 corpses in total.
Among them were Nayel and one of his bodyguards, seven Indys, plus the two bodies in the garage, and it was time to clean up again.
Seven Indians are among the
After being shot for invading a farm, it stands to reason that calling the police would be enough. Because he was worried that Fa Zhu’s secret would be made public, Zhang Jing chose to remain silent and handle the matter on his own.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zhang Jing felt that he was like the god of plague, killing people every month on average, but after careful analysis, he found that these were not his fault.
For example, Nayer, Zhang Jing really wanted to be friends with him, but he is a stubborn racialist, deeply discriminates against Asians, and on the surface he has an image of Yue Buqun, which is very deceptive.
Another example is the Indian people. They are killing their families. What can they do?
You can't really imitate the Holy Mother, get yourself killed, and then feed the enemy your fair and tender girlfriend, right?
