Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"Can't we call in more people and kill them all at once?"

Seeing David's frowning face, the butcher couldn't stand still. He said carelessly: "Although the Brotherhood is in desperate need of improvement, there are more than just the four of us. There are still many members left... Gather them all, and we can

Bulldozing this hotel, let alone sixteen agents..."

As he spoke, the butcher noticed that several people around him were staring at him strangely, and even Matt, who could not see his eyes, had a strange expression.

"What's going on? Why are you looking at me like that?"

The butcher had a puzzled look on his face, and Monk Zhang Er was confused and didn't know what he said, which made everyone look so strange.

"Shut up."

Fox whispered: "The other party is CIA, the official representative force. What we attacked today were mercenaries, a group of PMCs. They have nothing to do with CIA, do you understand?"

"But aren't those mercenaries also sent by the CIA?" The butcher was puzzled, his eyes full of confusion.

"Wrong, mercenaries are mercenaries, cia is cia..."

Seeing that the butcher still didn't understand, Fox sighed: "Anyway, you have to know that we can't take the initiative to attack the CIA, let alone gather manpower to kill all the agents sent by the other side."

"Yes, if we do this, we will really become wanted criminals and we will not be able to survive."

Wesley nodded: "Besides, we have gathered manpower, do you think they can't call for support? The New York Police Department and FBI are all their support. If the CIA's agent team is attacked in the United States, these two departments will definitely

I won’t sit idly by and watch.”

Mercenaries are mercenaries, no matter who their employer is, since they are hired, it is impossible for the government to intervene to help.

The formal organization of the CIA is different. Once it encounters an attack in its homeland, the CIA can turn into a gangster.

When gangsters have legitimate reasons to fight with you, you can't be the winner.

In short, using rogue methods to deal with the CIA is useless, because the United States is the biggest rogue in the world.

The butcher finally understood.

"So, we can't kill the team on the 22nd floor, we can only find a way to lure them away?"

"good."

Everyone nodded in unison.

"It's not that you can't kill him, it's just that it's not the right time yet."

David corrected himself, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

"Looking for help?"

He looked excited: "Yes!!"

As soon as these words came out, several other eyes immediately focused on him.

"How to do it?"

"Go downstairs, go downstairs first, get back in the car and wait for the opportunity. I want to rearrange things."

…

at the same time.

After receiving the message from David, Andre, who was hiding in the safe house, did not hesitate at all and ordered his men to take action.

The Lankhov brothers personally went into battle.

As the two leaders of the Russian gang, they cannot be useless.

He is also very skilled and had many experiences in his early years.

Following the address provided by Andre, the two went outside a single-family house in Manhattan, climbed up a telephone pole, and destroyed the house's distribution box.

To ensure nothing went wrong, the two also shortened the telephone line outside the room and installed several electronic jammers, also known as signal jammers, in the room.

This is Susan's home.

It was already early in the morning, and as an almost sixty-year-old woman, Susan naturally couldn't stay up late working.

Besides, she thought she had arranged everything.

Whether it was Kingpin or Pushkin, in front of her they were like a mouse meeting a cat, a superior suppressing a subordinate.

As a former middle-level and senior-level employee of CIA, her arrogance, just like that of American politicians, penetrates deep into her bones.

The Lankhov brothers came and left gently, just like the clouds in the sky, not disturbing her at all after she fell asleep.

…

Push the time back to an hour and a half ago.

"How are you going to lure away those guys on the 22nd floor?"

"It's very simple. You just need to think about the problem from a different angle."

Facing everyone's questions, David smiled and said: "The commander of their operation is a woman named Susan. If Susan is in danger, do you think they will rescue her?"

Everyone was stunned.

Wesley was surprised: "You are going to send someone to attack Susan and let her ask the special operations team for help?"

"How is that possible? This is so stupid."

David said: "What we want to do is to make these special operations teams think that Susan is in danger and needs emergency support, that's all."

After a pause, he mentioned the important point: "After all, these two groups of people don't know each other's existence. They wouldn't have thought that this was just someone trying to lure them out of the hotel..."

Having said this, he glanced at Matt.

Information gaps are important.

Thanks to Matt's participation in the operation this time, otherwise, something might have gone wrong.

The time came to half past two in the morning.

Ding!

David smiled when he received the news.

"It's time to move."

…

Room 2201.

Bang bang bang bang!!

The hurried knock on the door by the hotel maid quickly woke up the four people in the room. They subconsciously touched the pistols beside them and looked at each other.

One of them walked forward slowly, leaned behind the door of the room, looked at the person through the peephole, pretended to be annoyed after being woken up, and asked in a bad tone: "Who? Knocked on the door in the middle of the night, are you there?

What's wrong?"

"Sorry, I'm the front desk of the hotel."

The hotel maid was a little anxious: "Someone came over and told me that he was Susan's friend and asked me to tell you that something happened to Susan and she needs your help."

"Something happened to Susan?"

The man was stunned, he didn't expect the waitress to say that.

Not only him, but three other people not far from him also heard this sentence.

"Sorry, I don't know Susan."

He didn't hesitate, and after finishing his sentence, no matter what the waitress told him, he never got a response.

The waitress hesitated for a moment, then turned and left.

"Contact Susan quickly!"

In the room, the man headed by the special operations team responded immediately.

He dialed Susan's number and found that no one answered.

The same is true if you use other methods of contact.

Susan just disappeared from this world.

"Trouble..."

The man frowned: "Contact headquarters."

A few minutes later.

"Headquarters asked us to find out Susan's situation as soon as possible."

"Understood, wake up the brothers, it's time to take action... Confirm the last location of Susan and set off immediately!"

The captain gave the order.

The group moved very quickly, quickly dressed and brought their equipment, and within a few minutes they were standing at the elevator entrance and arriving at the parking lot.

Buzz buzz!!

The car engine roared and three city SUVs rushed out of the hotel parking lot.

…

In the elevator.

Thanks to Matt's powerful hearing, the action route of David and others happened to be staggered from that of this group of people.

"Success!"

Matt nodded: "They left, no doubt."

“Expected.”

David was not surprised at all: "They wouldn't have thought that this was just a clumsy scam."

"As arrogant as a CIA should be." Fox shrugged.

"The next step is for us to exert our strength."

David made a victory gesture and said with a smile: "Solve the battle quickly, go home and share the money... 40 million is waiting for us."

"Very good, I can't wait."

Wesley rubbed his hands.

Now he just wants to wash away the shame of last night, no, from now on, it should be the night before yesterday, when he faced McCall.

Ding!

The elevator reaches the 23rd floor.

Room 2301, the butcher and the repairman were standing at the door, Wesley, the gunsmith, Fox and David, each holding two grenades, a total of eight, while Matt stood at the end of the team, seemingly useless, but in fact

The most important core figure in the team.

"There is one in the living room, two in the left room, and one in the right room."

Matt's ears moved slightly and he whispered: "The locations are relatively scattered, and grenades may not be able to solve them all."

"It doesn't matter, the matter is over, they have no chance."

David lowered his voice: "Next, follow my orders, three, two, one."

"action!"

boom!!

The butcher and the repairman kicked hard, and huge force exploded, and the door and the door frame flew into the room together.

The door is wide open.

It's like a goal in football without a goalkeeper.

In the living room, a man who was half asleep suddenly woke up and saw several dark things flying towards him.

"what?"

He subconsciously picked up the pistol next to him, followed the sound with his eyes, passed by the door, and saw several burly figures holding firearms. When he came to his senses, he discovered... the grenade that had fallen in front of him.

"Attack! Grenade!!"

The man looked horrified for a moment and couldn't help shouting loudly.

At the same time, Wesley could no longer suppress his excitement with a bit of revenge, and shouted:

“surprise motherfucker!!”