As night fell, Old Bill's house was still brightly lit, and a small dinner was being held in the hall on the first floor of the small villa.
Everyone was holding champagne and red wine and chatting with each other. Because Renn didn't kick out a few people, the atmosphere was quite relaxed and pleasant.
It is joy in various senses, it is mind-expanding and amazing. Of course, this is for abnormal human beings, ordinary people may be frightened here.
Bang bang bang!
A burst of piercing gunfire rang out, accompanied by the crackling sound of glass exploding, and all the wine bottles placed side by side at the door of the hall were shattered.
"Leo, what a great shot!"
"The man in sunglasses is not bad. All 8 shots hit. His technique is not rusty."
"Haha! Come on, it's time for me to perform."
Not only did everyone not stop him, but they also started making noises. Leo stood at the back of the hall, posing in a cool manner, and pushed up his sunglasses with a finger of his left hand.
Then he raised the gun with his right hand, blew on the muzzle, and said in a leisurely tone: "As everyone knows, my gun is very good, whether it is in my hand or on my crotch."
"Stop being ridiculous, Second Man."
"Leo, your wife is nice."
There was a burst of boos from the crowd, and someone immediately stepped forward to push him away, snatching the gun, and someone else took the empty wine bottles and rearranged them.
As for Bill's neighbors, they were so frightened that they were lying on their beds shivering. Some of them were doing some loving exercises and were so frightened by the gunfire that they almost fell away.
Ren, who was talking to Bill on the side, couldn't help but put his hand to his forehead and sighed: "Is this okay?"
They had only had a few drinks, and it was not like they were out of peanuts, but these people had already begun to let themselves go.
Bill had a headache and said helplessly: "It doesn't matter. I'll just explain it when the Public Security Bureau comes to question me tomorrow."
Renn was not so optimistic. He looked around and found that many people behaved strangely.
Some people were hiding under the table, laughing and drinking, some were holding umbrellas and squatting on the ground, and some were lying on the wall, motionless...
What kind of trouble is this? Renn couldn't help but wonder. If these people go to the battlefield, will they really not attack the streets?
It felt cold, and Ren felt that they might be wiped out on their first mission.
Keenly aware of the distrust and suspicion on Ren's face, Bill spoke up at the right time: "Boss, if you feel uneasy, you can take over a task and let them practice it in the next few days."
He felt that it was necessary to let Ren understand their capabilities. After all, raising a group of mercenaries also cost money.
After pondering for a while, Ren nodded: "Okay, that's it."
Whether it's a mule or a horse, pulling it out for a ride, he also wants to know how much ability these people have left after a few years of retirement.
"You bastards, please be quiet and come here. We have a mission!"
Old Bill opened his throat and shouted, and everyone stopped cheering and gathered around in confusion.
Old Bill coughed lightly when he saw this: "The boss wants to see what you are capable of."
Everyone was suddenly enlightened and turned their attention to Renn. They didn't find it strange. No one would raise a bunch of idle people.
Ren looked around and found that many people were eager to try, with fierce and cruel eyes, obviously they had been suppressed in the past few years.
He pondered for a while and then said: "Get ready. We will take action in the next few days. It doesn't matter if we don't have weapons and equipment. Just explain, they will be delivered soon."
It's time for Seager and Garcia to stretch their muscles, otherwise they will be almost rusty and have to eat, drink and have fun every day.
"Yeah, finally a big deal."
"Haha, I can't bear it anymore."
"Don't be afraid, just do it!"
Everyone became excited. Those who kept to themselves were already living normal lives, while the rest were violent maniacs.
Old Bill previously obtained a batch of guns and ammunition from the Steam Alliance, and they are currently placed at the headquarters of Thorn Security Company.
Durham and Wilton are not too far apart and can be delivered within a day.
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After the dinner, everyone gradually dispersed, and only five people, Renne, Bill, Leo, Jackson and Bessie, were left in the living room.
Naturally, if you want to take action, you need to discuss it. You can't make a random call. Who is the target, intelligence collection, plan formulation, logistics and supplies... these all need to be considered.
Only in this way can the success rate be improved and losses reduced.
"The target is the drug lord Matt, in the small town of Conroe!" Ren said expressionlessly.
He didn't forget that this reckless guy actually bribed a few reporters to give him eye drops at a charity party.
Do you really think Master Ren has a good temper?
The voice without any emotion came into the ears of several people. Everyone looked surprised. Old Bill was also a little surprised and asked:
"Boss, are you sure you want to touch him? Matt is also a character, he can speak both black and white. He has done well in the areas of Durham and Wilton and has a good background."
He was a little scrupulous, but his strength was second to none. It was said that Matt was in the third level. He might have hidden a trick, but he was strong enough to reach the third level.
However, he has colluded with several high-ranking local officials, which is a bit troublesome and can easily cause trouble.
Ren narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "You can just take action, I will take care of it if anything happens."
A drug lord, I think he has a lot of money. He has recently been buying weapons, renting farms, recruiting people, etc. The company's liquidity has bottomed out, and it's time to sacrifice this fat sheep.
With a slightly surprised expression on his face, Bill said nothing. These words were enough. With the boss's strength and background, he could still withstand it. At most, he would be in trouble afterwards.
"Hmph, I have long disliked that scumbag, so I will send him to hell as soon as possible!" Leo said with a cold expression.
At this moment, he felt very happy and couldn't wait any longer.
The hot girl Bessie smiled coquettishly: "Why, did he offend you?"
She had never dealt with Matt.
"Leo used to live in the small town of Conroe, and his brother was addicted to drugs. This has something to do with Matt." Jackson added.
He also doesn't like Matt, and drug trafficking is really hateful.
Thinking of this, Leo was so angry that his brother was now half disabled and in poor health. The money he sent home when he was a mercenary was secretly squandered by his brother.
The point is, drug addiction is still hard to break, and God knows if his brother will ever recover.
"That's just right. Let's settle the old and new grudges together. You should have his information. Sort it out and make a plan immediately to beat him to death with a stick!" Ren ordered.
Either don't do anything, or just do it all.
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Leo said with excitement, he put his arm around Jackson's shoulders, walked out of the hall, and went back to sort out the information.
Bessie winked at Ren and invited him to spend the night together to discuss the origin of life, but he was rejected.
After everyone left, Old Bill hesitated, stared at Ren, and said meaningfully: "In addition to colluding with officials, Matt may have another trump card."
The drug business is so profitable. How could a tycoon who has been in this business for nearly twenty years not have some back-up tactics?
