Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

In the next two days, at the New York base of Dove of Peace, two teams conducted targeted special training. Before, they all aimed at completely destroying the enemy. When shooting, they always shot two shots in the chest and one shot in the head.

But now it’s not possible, they need to play the role of FBI agents, and it’s a bit difficult to explain if they use the Mozambique shooting method. They are suspected of killing people, so they have to learn the shooting method mainly based on uniforms.

It's just that none of them are "good students", and they will definitely learn very badly, killing people with one shot.

In New York in February, the average maximum temperature is only about 4 degrees Celsius, and the temperature in the morning is even higher, generally about three or four degrees below zero.

But early in the morning, Nan Yi was still sitting on a chair in Central Park, flipping through the newspaper in his hand. There were three cups of coffee on the chair, a stack of newspapers beside the coffee, and a handful of papers under the newspapers. The Glock 17 that just went on the market not long ago.

It has been loaded, with 17+1 rounds of bullets, a silencer is installed on the gun head, and the bullet head has been filed to enhance the effect of breaking and rolling; the trigger has also been modified and is relatively light. Nanyi can fire 18 bullets in 2.43 seconds. Tilted and empty.

As soon as Nanyi finished reading a newspaper, the person he was waiting for came.

One old and one middle school, the old one is sixty or seventy years old, about forty years old, the old one looks kindly, the middle one looks very tough, the weather is so cold, he doesn't wear much, and there is a scarf on his neck. Dragon head, it looks like there should be a dragon tattooed on his body.

"Sir, did you invite us?"

"Hey, sit down first, I'll talk to you slowly." Nan Yi invited the two of them to sit beside him, and then said seriously: "As for the vernacular, I'm not very good at speaking, it depends on what you two think I can't speak Mandarin either, so I'll just use English to express my seriousness."

Nanyi looked at the elderly man among the two, and said seriously: "I'll call you Uncle Seven. We had nothing to do with each other before. It can be said that well water does not interfere with river water. You don't know me, and I don't want to know you either.

But this peaceful relationship changed a few days ago. Qiu Chishan wanted your life, but hurt my daughter.

I understand the truth that there is a wrong and a debtor. I will naturally go to Qiu Chishan, but you should also give me some compensation. "

Nan Yi glanced at Boss Yin, Yin Zhankui, and said, "Boss Yin, the cause of this incident is that your Ghost Shadow Gang wanted to annex the Feilong Gang. It can be said that this incident started because of you. Without you, there would be no future.

So, give me nine red envelopes worth $8, and that's all. Don't be nervous, two digits after the decimal point, 8,888,888.88, I believe, more than eight million dollars is not a problem for you.

By the way, I don't want black money, I want clean money. "

Nanyi spread his hands and continued, "Of course, you don't have to."

"Sir, what's your name?"

Yin Zhankui did not speak, but Wu Jiazhao did.

"Nan, you can call me Mr. Nan, or you can call me Nan directly. Of course, in private, most of you will call me Shuaizi, so the name doesn't matter."

"Okay, I'll call you Mr. Nan." Wu Jiazhao nodded, "Mr. Nan, don't you think your asking price is too much?"

"Is it too much?" Nan Yi shrugged, "Maybe, I said, Boss Yin can not give it."

As Nanyi said, he gestured to Xiaohua.

After receiving Nanyi's signal, Xiaohua rushed to the intercom and said, "Action!"

On Canal Street, as Johnny yelled "Move", a modified pickup truck smashed through the iron gate of a villa compound; as the iron gate was knocked open, the snipers on the heights fired at the same time, Kill a few exposed targets in the courtyard.

The gate of the courtyard was knocked open, and a group of people with "FBI" in white on their backs entered the courtyard in attack formation, puff puff puff, the assaulters' guns fired from time to time, killing one target after another.

Playing professionally and amateurly, with mental calculations and careless intentions, the team soon pushed the team to the gate of the villa.

As the gas masks were put on and tear gas was thrown into the villa, the final outcome was actually doomed.

One team member held a Remington M870 shotgun and slammed two shots at the hinge of the gate, while the other team member was about to launch an indiscriminate attack on the gate with an assault rifle, when he was given a shot by the team leader next to him. stop.

If the gate is full of bullet holes, it will be hard to explain when the Emerald Detachment comes to clean up the mess later.

The team leader nodded to the two team members holding police shields, and the two team members walked to the edge of the gate, holding the shields one high and the other low, and put both shields against the position of the gate, and the other team members either Hide in a dead corner against a wall, or within the protection of a shield.

Then a team member hid behind the shield with an iron rod found in the yard, and stabbed the iron rod at the gate at an upward angle. With a bang, the gate fell down with a bang.

Crack, two shock bombs were thrown in, and with two explosions, three team members rushed into the villa under the protection of police shields.

Puff puff puff, several gunshots, followed by several "clears".

The other three team members guarded each other and entered the building. As the hall was fully controlled, the shock bomb residue on the ground was picked up and stuffed into a tactical backpack.

Continue to advance, one room after another, until all the "suspected armed personnel" have been killed, and it is confirmed that the two targets have been killed, and the team will evacuate immediately.

After that, the real Emerald Detachment came to take over.

In tomorrow's newspapers, there will definitely be reports about the Emerald Detachment's elimination of a Chinese gang who is also a big drug lord and arms dealer.

Both Qiu Chishan and Qiu Junjie have already died, and it is estimated that the two will not object to others making their image more powerful and three-dimensional.

...

"Nan Sheng, the operation is over."

In Central Park, Xiaohua heard the "Gameover" call on the walkie-talkie, walked to Nanyi and said.

Nan Yi shook his left arm, exposed his watch, looked at the time, and secretly said: "7 minutes and 24 seconds, it seems that the peace dove is still not used to this kind of work, and it is necessary to recruit a team from SWAT. "

"Boss Yin, just now, Qiu Chishan has been shot dead by the FBI, congratulations, now your family is the only one in Chinatown." Nan Yi stood up and nodded slightly at Wu Jiazhao, "Seventh Uncle, I have something to do, let's go first, You can try coffee, not instant coffee bought on the street, Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee, the top kind."

Said, Nanyi picked up the newspaper on the chair, picked up the gun below, slowly closed the safety, and slowly unscrewed the muffler, and put it in his pocket.

He nodded at the two of them again before turning around and leaving.

As he left, the bodyguards hidden in the dark also came out, followed behind him, and a dozen people surrounded Nanyi.

"Zhankui, what do you think?"

"Uncle Qi, how can you look at it, you won't really be invited here?"

"Fuck, please, when I woke up, I saw a note on the head of the bed, which said: 'The car is waiting outside the door, please meet and meet.'

Everyone has put the note on the bedside, so is it difficult to move my head?

Can I not come? "

"Uncle Qi, I'm similar. What do you mean by the origin of this Nan, and what does he mean? Just to blackmail me?"