The hunting group all wears advanced night vision equipment. Under IR supplementary light, they can have a good field of vision even in a dark secret room.
Therefore, the darkness in the unfinished building did not pose any obstacle to them.
The old fisherman and other six hunters entered the building and began to act according to their respective divisions of labor. Only Yuga was looking for power sources around the building.
For the unfinished building to be built to its current height, there must have been an electrical circuit to pull it over.
As long as you find the high-voltage distribution room that supplies power and reconnect the disconnected circuit of the construction elevator, you can make the construction elevator operate again.
Although it is illegal to connect circuits privately, in a murderous game, does anyone care about this?
Obviously not!
Precisely because Yuga did not enter the unfinished building, more than 100 members of the mafia came in force and were quickly discovered by him.
Looking at the large crowd appearing in the night vision goggles, Yujia's brows formed a frown.
Press the radio to report: "Hey guys, something's not right, I see a large group of people with guys on their hands, approaching the building quickly."
"How can it be."
The old fisherman was shocked by the news and asked repeatedly: "How many are there specifically? Can you tell who they are? Are they sure they are heading towards us?"
"Shit, shit, I saw that too."
Before Yuga could reply, Edman, who was guarding under the east stairs, interjected: "I know these guys. I saw these damn bastards at the cannery in the morning. They are the mafia of the federation."
As soon as Edman's words came out, the atmosphere on the radio instantly condensed.
Why are these mafiosi here? What is their purpose here? What is their acting style?
The hunters here all know this clearly.
"MD, how did they get the news, how could they know that the prey was here." Trev roared angrily on the radio.
"Calm down, Trev."
The old fisherman scolded Trev with dissatisfaction and asked in a serious tone: "Edelman, can you see how many people there are? I need an accurate answer."
Edman said breathlessly: "I ran to the second floor now. I can see many, many people. The building is almost surrounded by them. There are at least 100 people."
"md Fak!"
"Holy shit."
"Go to hell, are these bastards crazy?"
After hearing the number spoken by Edelman, friendly greetings erupted on the radio, making the atmosphere even more serious and depressing.
With more than 100 armed mafiosi, this is no joke.
Even if the hunters have received professional sandman training and have rich experience in hunting, they don't have the confidence to go head-to-head with so many people.
The most important thing is that there is no need to fight to the death. It is not good for both parties to fight hard.
The old fisherman was older and more experienced, and his mentality was calmer. He did not act impulsively. He made a decision after thinking for a while: "Guys, it seems that we have to give up this hunting. There is no need for us to fight with the black hands for a prey." The parties clashed.
The mafia should also come here for prey. I suggest sending him alone to communicate with them. Since they want prey, we will give this place to them.
If the prey can escape again, it will not be too late for us to continue tracking and hunting.
If the prey dies in the hands of the mafia, we won't lose much. The cost of participating in a hunt is nothing compared to surviving, right? "
The old fisherman made a prompt decision, taking into account all factors, and it was indeed the best solution to the current situation.
After all, there is actually no conflict between the hunters and the mafia who participate in the hunt.
If we can communicate face to face, we can completely avoid conflicts between each other and successfully escape from the siege of the mafia.
Of course, this has a prerequisite.
The premise is that the mafia is willing to communicate.
Hunters enjoy the thrill of hunting, not to fight with the mafia, nor do they want to take the blame for the troubles caused by their prey.
Fight to the death with more than 100 mafiosi. Only a fool would do this.
"Okay, let's do it."
"We have no conflicts with the mafia and we should be able to resolve them peacefully."
"We will still have many opportunities in the future, and we don't care about this hunting."
The old fisherman's decision was in line with the wishes of other hunters. No one stood up to oppose it, and they all expressed their opinions on the radio.
The old fisherman said: "Yuga, go ahead."
"Shet, shall I go?"
Yuga sounded very dissatisfied and retorted: "You are the initiator of the hunting group. You are also directing this hunting. You should also be the one to communicate with the mafia."
The Mafia is a violent gangster group, not to mention coming with the anger of revenge.
Yuga knew very well that going out to communicate at this moment would inevitably involve certain risks. If the risk could be transferred to others, he would definitely be more willing.
"In order to avoid misunderstanding, the sooner we get in touch, the better. You are the closest, shouldn't you go?"
The old fisherman finished speaking in a cold voice, and then deliberately retorted: "When we assigned the task just now, your job was the easiest. Why didn't you object at that time?"
"..."
Yuga was checkmate and unable to refute.
It took several breaths before he complained: "Fake, working with you on this hunt is definitely the stupidest decision I have ever made in my life."
After complaining, you still have to do what you need to do.
Yuga took a deep breath with reluctance on his face and walked out of his hiding place. In order to prevent an accident, he was beaten to death by a black hand.
The mafia member in front was still twenty or thirty meters away when he shouted: "Hey, guys, stop for a moment. Can I talk to your boss?"
Having maintained a safe enough distance, and with his tone and attitude already established, Yuga felt that the mafia would definitely send someone to contact him when they heard the shouting.
However, what he never expected was...
The Mafia did respond, but instead of sending people over to negotiate, seven or eight people shot them indiscriminately.
"Da da da da..."
Bullets from pistols and submachine guns came flying towards him, but Yuga's foresight saved his life.
If the mafia members didn't have night vision equipment, and Yuga started shouting from a distance of twenty or thirty meters, the mafia could only see a blurry figure.
Under this sudden burst of gunfire, Yuga would definitely be beaten to a pulp on the spot.
Add the first lonely ghost to this unfinished building construction site.
The old fisherman felt nervous when he heard the gunshots, and quickly asked loudly through the radio: "What's going on? Why are there gunshots? Yuga, what did you do?"
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