"Who are you looking for?"
A woman's voice came from behind the door. She didn't open the door, she was more cautious.
"I picked up a schoolbag outside," Mike said in his usual voice, "There is an address inside that shows Sadie Gray lives here."
The door opened from the inside, and the African-American woman was holding a double-barreled shotgun. Mike took a step forward and took the weapon from her hand in a second.
Without waiting for the woman to scream, she immediately broke her neck.
After closing the door and slowly putting down the body, Mike took the silencer pistol and found the living room by looking for the sound of the TV.
An African-American man is watching a football game.
Noticing movement behind him, the African-American man turned around and saw the stranger holding a gun. He immediately raised his hands and was about to say something when he was shot in the head.
There was the sound of dogs barking happily in the backyard. Mike didn't deal with it for the time being. He searched the room first to make sure there was no one, and then came to the backyard.
He raised his hand and shot the sheepdog directly. There was also a young girl in the backyard, about 20 years old.
"No," the girl raised her hands in the air with a horrified expression, "don't kill me."
Mike's mission was to kill without any hesitation. The girl was shot in the forehead and fell to the ground with her big eyes open.
The boss asked to be hanged, so Mike hung the three people and the dog under the lamp fans in the living room and dining room.
Then he cleaned up the traces and left half an hour later.
On the other side, Zhang Jing was still torturing the bully young man, breaking his bones with a big hammer.
In the end, Shana couldn't bear it and used a gun to end Sadie Gray's short criminal life prematurely.
After sending Shana away, Zhang Jing needed to deal with the body, and was going to deal with the blood stains on the ground.
If it is not dealt with, if it is not dealt with cleanly, evidence can easily be found.
The revenge was satisfying for a while, and Zhang Jing was busy cleaning the floor afterwards. It took Zhang Jing two full hours to ensure that no traces were left on the spot.
The corpse is the easiest to hide directly in the space.
Time stops inside, objects are in fixed shapes, there is no floating around, and there is no smell or smell.
Tuesday.
Zhang Jing once again personally sent Shana to school at the Wharton Education Group High School campus.
While driving, Zhang Jing told Xia Na, "Don't bully others. You never know how the person you provoke will fight back. Be friendly to your classmates and keep a low profile."
"Don't bully others, and don't be bullied by others," Shana looked at Zhang Jing, "I remember."
Zhang Jing's head is like a Confucian who can be taught, which is very comforting to the old man.
Returning to the farm, Lao Daijin, who is always invisible, suddenly appears.
He was waiting in the car at the entrance of the villa.
When the boss finally came back, Dai Jin opened the door and got out of the car. He came close and whispered: "Greens needs a bombardment."
Looking at Old Dai Jin, he is only fifty-five years old and has just reached middle age. Although he is not as greasy as before, he looks very old and looks like he can't run.
Considering his important role, Zhang Jing turned around and took out a bottle of diluted "brown sugar water" from the back seat.
"Do you know what Tai Sui is?" Zhang Jing asked Lao Dai Jin while sitting in the driver's seat.
Lao Daijin shook his head, he knew a hammer.
"That's fine," Zhang Jing passed the bottle of brown sugar water forward, "Drink it, it will make you stronger for work in the future."
Not worried about being spoiled by Zhang Jing, Lao Daijin took the bottle of water and drank it in one gulp.
With nothing else to do, Zhang Jing waved and drove away without taking a single cloud with him.
Previously, Xiaomao took away two 77 howitzers and two tractor-trailer trucks.
Later, one of the artillery pieces was lost on Roncadore Island, two trucks were lost, and one artillery piece remained inside the ruined villa.
The cannonball is in mithril space.
Return to the ruined villa, take the cannon, and then go to Arcadia, Lower Rancho Community, and No. 89.
Pick up the baby cow.
After all, she was newly married and it was not good to leave her alone, so she went straight to the airport.
This time I’m going in circles again. My plan is to fly to Cyprus on the Mediterranean Sea first. Cyprus has a beautiful coastline.
Spend two or three days with my girlfriend.
Then the little cow was left alone in the local area, while Zhang Jing changed his passport and flew to Hongdu.
After the work is done, we pass through Cyprus and take the baby cow home.
"Honey, I'm happy."
Silan rested his head on Zhang Jing's shoulder, "I like to travel with you."
Zhang Jing kissed her on the lips and said, "I like you too."
Then the two of them were glued to each other, their mouths couldn't be separated at all, they were unscrupulous and didn't care about other people's opinions at all.
If it's not that the place is wrong, maybe the child is already pregnant and the child has a name. It's called Airport Jiro?
Pooh! Pooh!
The name was so bad that netizens almost took it for granted.
At this time, the phone vibrated and Wang Sisi sent another message. .z.br>
"Uncle, do you have time tonight?"
This is strange for Zhang Jing. Wang Sisi wasn't so clingy before. What's going on recently?
Worried about Wang Sisi's accident, Zhang Jing called directly.
"Sisi, are you okay?" Zhang Jing asked concernedly.
"It's okay," Wang Sisi said coquettishly on the phone, "I just miss you."
"I'm at the airport," Zhang Jing introduced his itinerary. "I'll stay in Cyprus for three days, then go to South America. It will take about two weeks in total."
"I want to go too." Wang Sisi said excitedly.
"Just think about it," Zhang Jing encouraged, "and work hard to earn credits."
"Why are you raising your credits?" Wang Sisi's mood suddenly dropped, "Goodbye."
Speechless, I have a girlfriend who is a bad student, and I feel like I am both a father and a mother.
I finally understood Su Su's suffering. I guess she also wanted to take the blame, so she let go.
Next is a twelve-hour flight, a day of rest in the capital city that was split into two for historical reasons, and then the honeymoon time.
Originally I only planned to spend three days there.
Because the little cow was so fragrant, Zhang Jing had to wait seven days before he had to fly to Hongdu.
San Pedro.
The second largest city in Hongdu.
A city with an area of only 136 square kilometers and a population of 800,000, less than half the size of Kanfen Farm, has the highest homicide rate in the world.
Last year, San Pedro had 75 murders per 100,000 people.
There are 800,000 people in the city, and about 600 people die from murders and shootings every year. The homicide rate is far behind New Orleans.
Behind such a high homicide rate is the intricate and chaotic relationship between gray forces. Ordinary people's lives are in dire straits and there is no need to discredit them.
It's a very, very dangerous place. Zhang Jing wouldn't bother to come here if he didn't have to.
I didn’t dare to hang out outside when I arrived, so I checked into the local Hilton Hotel, which has a relatively high security level.
at the same time.
Due west of the city, seven kilometers away from the urban area is the 105th Brigade Military Camp.
David Greens, 57 years old, with Mediterranean hair and a big nose that looks like he has lied too much, is in an office inside the military camp.
"General Manuel," Greens pushed ten stacks of hundred-dollar bills in front of the middle-aged man, "here are one hundred thousand dollars. Serayacu will be the commander of the 3rd Infantry Battalion in the next few days. I hope you can take care of him."
A middle-aged man named Manuel holds the title of brigade commander, 105th Brigade Commander.
It has three infantry battalions and one artillery battalion: the 3rd Infantry Battalion, the 4th Infantry Battalion, the 14th Infantry Battalion, and the 2nd Field Artillery Battalion.
It is not up to the brigade commander to decide who will be the battalion commander, but the future will be under the jurisdiction of the brigade commander. Greens came over in advance to get vaccinated.
Then Manuel will not know who is so awesome.
"You can't change Mr. Rosales' decision," Manuel reminded Greens. "He has his own people."
Looking into Manuel's eyes, Greens said calmly: "He will change his mind soon."
Rosales is equivalent to a dragon
In ancient China, the emperor sent a high-ranking civil servant to the local area. He had the right to decide who would be the commander of the local corps and battalion.
now.
Rosales, who is in his fifties, is smoking a cigar and puffing away in his office in the city council building.
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