"We have four targets, namely Dave, Ali, Resnick, Kovac..."

David glanced at Matt and knew that he could not see the documents, so he said: "They were all CIA agents originally. After being fired, they established a small mercenary company to serve as scavengers. Because of their background in CIA, this person

This company has many in-depth cooperation with cia. To put it simply, anything that is inconvenient for cia to do will be handled by them."

"For example, this operation against the underground world?" Fox was curious.

"good."

David looked at the photos on the document and sneered: "Their hands are covered with blood. If we kill them, we will be doing a good deed and eliminating harm for the people."

"Is the intelligence accurate? Is it possible that we were ambushed by the other party?" Fox asked.

"The information has been repeatedly confirmed and should be accurate."

David nodded: "However, the possibility of being ambushed by the enemy cannot be ruled out for the time being."

"One more question, should we do it now?"

Wesley pondered for a moment and glanced at Matt: "With Matt here, it's our home court at night, so now is not the best time to take action."

"Then I'll go check the information again in the evening. It won't be a hurry for a while."

David made the final decision.

Everyone looked at the sky, naturally had no objections, and nodded.

At night.

Neon flashes and the moon hangs high.

The traffic in Manhattan gradually thinned out, and scattered passers-by wandered on the streets.

A high-end hotel parking lot.

David and others were well equipped and arrived in a seven-seater commercial vehicle.

"After repeated confirmation, there is no problem with the intelligence. They are on the 23rd floor, all four of them are in the same room, and there are no weapons of mass destruction."

In the car, David told everyone about the intelligence content and action plan: "The plan is very simple. First cut off the power supply on the 23rd floor, and then throw a grenade at the door of the room, killing everyone... I don't need to tell you the rest. Action

Follow Matt's lead."

"clear."

Everyone nodded.

Room on the 23rd floor.

Smoke filled the air, and everyone was sitting across from each other drinking.

"I didn't expect that McCall was still alive. We were all present at the explosion. He had no chance to escape. As expected of him..."

Dave was extremely emotional, took a sip of beer, and shook his head: "But this time he is really dead. I saw his body. His head was shot three times. It was beyond recognition, but I could recognize it was him...

...It doesn’t matter if he’s dead, for people like him, living is more tiring than death.”

"To our old captain."

"Respect the old captain."

"Respect the old captain."

The four of them raised their glasses, touched them lightly, and drank a few more sips of beer.

"Brothers, you must know that this mission is very important. If Pushkin can be killed, the remaining piece of cake will allow us to have food and clothing for the rest of our lives, no, even for the next life..."

Dave looked at the companions in front of him and said solemnly: "According to the agreement with CIA, we will replace Pushkin's position and become the underground overlord of the East Coast. This is what CIA owes us and the reward we deserve.

"

"This day is not far away. In the coming new century, we will become the new underground overlord of the East Coast."

The other three laughed loudly and were full of ambition.

They still don't know that danger is approaching quietly.

Ding!

David and others stepped into the elevator car. As the elevator rose, the floors gradually changed.

It is already early in the morning, and there are very few guests checking into the hotel at this time.

Their fully armed posture was not seen by outsiders.

In 1999, there were very few surveillance cameras installed in hotel elevators, so there was no risk of exposure.

Therefore, as long as this operation goes smoothly, almost no one will find them and will only focus on Pushkin. After all, they are indeed the killers paid by Pushkin.

Suddenly, Matt's expression moved slightly.

"Something's wrong."

"What's the meaning?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. David looked serious and asked in a deep voice: "What did you hear?"

"Is there an ambush?"

Wesley immediately frowned: "We still have time to retreat."

"It's not an ambush, they have the wrong number..."

Matt had a strange look on his face, and while listening carefully, he said slowly: "There are more than four enemies, there are two groups of people... However, they don't seem to know each other's existence, but they are all related to CIA."

"Two groups of people?"

Everyone looked at each other, not expecting to encounter such a situation.

Two groups of people stayed in the same hotel, both related to CIA.

"Besides our four targets, how many people are there in the other group?"

David touched his chin and his eyes flickered: "If there are not many of them, we can deal with them together."

"I'm afraid not. There are a lot of them. They live in three rooms on the 22nd floor, right below our target building. They should be..."

Matt confirmed the information he heard and affirmed: "Twelve people are exactly the size of a special operations team."

"Twelve people?"

David was shocked.

Not only him, but also Wesley, Fox and others.

Twelve plus four, there are a total of sixteen CIA agents, and their temporary killer team only has seven people.

If we only deal with the original four targets, it won't be a big problem.

But suddenly there is another team, with a total of sixteen people, which is very difficult to handle. It is equivalent to jumping directly from simple mode to hell mode, which is an almost impossible task.

Unless, just drop a C4 bomb on this hotel.

But that transcends the nature of gangsters and harms innocent people, which is what terrorists do.

David considers himself not a good person, but he is not so bad that he lacks humanity, does not take human life seriously, and does whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

"This is troublesome."

Wesley scratched his head and frowned: "Although they are not on the same floor and do not know each other's existence, if we fight, the other party will definitely check the situation immediately..."

"It's too risky to do it now."

Fox looked at the leader of the team and said, "David, what do you think?"

"It's best to retreat now and discuss actions later."

David also frowned and fell into deep thought. He nodded first, then shook his head, and said bluntly: "But after coming here, I just walked away in despair without doing anything. I'm really not willing to do it."

"You want to continue taking action?" Fox saw his thoughts.

"good."

David nodded: "That special operations team is difficult to deal with, but if we can find a way to lure them away, we will have enough time to complete the mission..."

"Pushkin is now surrounded by enemies on all sides and is in a difficult situation. He needs to show force appropriately, especially when facing hell mode. He can still kill his opponent cleanly, so as to frighten the enemy and stabilize his position."

At this point, he looked around and saw that everyone was thoughtful, and added: "So, this operation is very important to him... The most important thing is that I can take the opportunity to ask him for more money.

.”

"How much more can I ask for?" Fox shook her head. She felt that David was not rational.

"Double it, forty million."

David said categorically: "Believe me, what Pushkin lacks now is people, not money."

"..."

Fox lost his voice for a moment.

Including Matt, everyone's breath froze.

When David saw this, he smiled imperceptibly, knowing that everyone was moved.

Although 40 million is a lot, if you spend 40 million to get things done today, you can easily get 400 million back tomorrow.

If things don't get done, there will be no tomorrow.

David has not lost his mind. On the contrary, he is sober as never before.

"Just for these 40 million, how are you going to lure them away?"

Wesley asked.

"this problem……"

David frowned, his eyes fell on the elevator floors that were rising step by step, and he started thinking and racking his brains:

"Let me think about it, give me some time, there must be a way..."

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