Dozo America

The faint voices of people talking showed that there were not many people here, just as expected.☆→ Moreover, Plath’s previous intelligence when she was in sex had shown that this exit was in a drug dealer’s villa.

In the basement. Because the basement was exposed in the United States, no one has lived in this villa. It is basically abandoned. Occasionally, people come here to trade or take drugs, and it has become a paradise for small drug dealers.

The faint sounds of laughter and women's moans showed that a group of drug-taking gangsters were gathering here. The real big drug lords would never gather in this exposed place again.

"Wait a minute!" Plath said to Ennis behind him, and then pressed the muzzle of the submachine gun against the wooden board. At this time, Ennis also obeyed Plath's words and really didn't move.

, this is a real life-and-death moment, but he still won't let his shortcomings kill him.

He himself is much worse than Plath in this aspect. So now when he faces danger, his arrogance will turn into caution, and his palms will almost break out into sweat. He grabs the submachine gun with both hands and holds it tightly.

He held it in his arms and licked his chapped lips with his tongue from time to time.

Slowly, the two of them stayed down there for almost an hour. Finally, the movement inside became much smaller. Occasionally, only people moved around, and then there was silence. It was obvious that everyone here was tired of playing, even with the support of drugs.

They were also tired. So Plath made a tactical gesture towards Ennis.

"Three, two, one." Plath raised three fingers, then bent and pinched them one by one. Suddenly Plath pushed open a gap in the door panel. Then he threw a ball out of the gap.

A flash grenade and then a smoke grenade. These are standard police offensive weapons.

"Boom!" The explosion of the flash bomb made those who were still awake suddenly unable to see clearly. There was also a "buzzing" sound in their ears, and then woke up those who were sleeping. Before they had time to shout,

Another dull sound of "boom" was heard, and then smoke filled the air.

"Police, damn, the police are here!" Someone shouted loudly in the smoke, coughing continuously, and then heard a "bang" gunshot. Someone fired a gun in the chaos.

After a gunshot, there was a loud burst of gunfire. The gangsters and drug dealers in the room started shooting randomly. Some were screaming, some were cursing loudly, and some were coughing continuously. Then they found

A random shooting, wherever there is a sound, there is a sound of shooting!

Knowing that everything was quiet, with only the occasional sound, Plath nodded, and then grabbed a Remington M870 high-power shotgun from his side, with seven bullets. He put the submachine gun into the

With his mouth facing down, he grabbed the shotgun and pointed it at the board. He also took several steps back.

With a "Boom--", a big hole was shot through the board, and the entire board was opened by the bullet. Plath took the lead and rushed a few steps. He jumped out of the hole and saw a crooked man trying to

Stand up. Pick up a pistol and shoot him.

With a "bang" sound, the shotgun fired, and the bullet hit the man. He was immediately pushed back several meters by the huge impact, and then lay on the ground motionless.

If you are shot in the body by such a bullet, you will not be able to live. Those projectiles are enough to tear every part of the body. If it is shot in the arm or thigh, it can even be shot directly. So the person is basically dead.

save.

After killing that person, I looked around the room and saw that no one was standing up anymore. People here just shot their own people in the chaos because of the chaos, and basically all of them died.

The smoke dissipated, and looking at the corpses in the room, Enis couldn't help but nodded in admiration and said, "You are so awesome. You made them kill each other with a little trick, which saved us a lot of trouble."

"Check to see if there is anyone alive!" Plath walked towards the bathroom and the balcony. Obviously, if there are people there, they will definitely not die in the melee, and maybe they will be waiting for him.

If you get careless, take a shot at yourself. Plath doesn't want that.

He cautiously looked toward the toilet, but there was no one there. He went to the balcony to see, but there was still no one. When he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard a "bang" gunshot, which startled him and made him angry.

He wanted to go over there. This damn fool gave him a headache. Couldn't he use a dagger?

Just as he was passing by the kitchen, a man suddenly appeared from the kitchen and pointed a pistol at him. He couldn't help but stop. If he tried to move again, he would definitely be shot to death by that man. Because

He could see that that person was definitely not a idiot, but rather a ruthless person.

It’s not surprising that there are one or two such people hidden among the gangsters, because not everyone is successful overnight, and those big drug lords also started out as small drug dealers. It’s just that they often have something special about them. This person must be such a person now

.If you can survive in the melee, you must have a reason.

"Okay, I lost!" Plath slowly raised his hands, turned around, and then looked at the man who was pointing the pistol at him. He was young, with fierce eyes, silent, and did not speak easily.

Expose your inner self. Such people have begun to have the potential to become drug lords.

"I can put the gun down!" Plath felt that he had to gain enough trust from this person, so he loosened his hand and dropped the shotgun on the ground. Suddenly, he slowly put down the submachine gun on his shoulder.

When he got down, he took out the pistol from the holster tied to his thigh and threw it on the ground.

"Can we talk now?" Plath looked at the silent young man holding a pistol and said every word carefully, "I have big business with the people here.

Cooperate, you know I’m American!”

"But... he is from the Middle East!" the young man said softly, referring to Enis who was still checking whether there were any survivors in the basement. "Speak, what do you want?"

"We don't want anything, we just want to find a channel and introduce a big business!" Plath said as exaggeratedly as possible, trying to arouse the young man's ambition, "I can choose to be with you.

A big deal and you can become another big boss!"

"Sounds very tempting!" The young man suddenly smiled slightly. This smile made Plath extremely alert. He immediately realized that this young man did not believe the lies he made up and wanted to

He wanted to kill himself, so he suddenly stood up, took out a pistol from his waist, pointed it at the young man, and shot him.

With a "bang", the gun hit the young man's shoulder, but not the shoulder holding the gun. Although it was very bad, Plath had no choice but to bite the bullet and fired a few more shots in a row, "bang bang bang".

Amidst the gunshots, the young man was pushed back repeatedly by the impact of the bullets, and finally sat down on the ground, with blood coming out of his mouth and body.

Surprisingly, the young man was shot by Plath and died in the end. After hearing the gunshot, Ennis also rushed up from the basement. The gangsters in the basement were already dead. When he saw Plath

As he was wiping the sweat from his face, he couldn't help but nodded and said, "You killed two?"

"Yes, they almost killed them!" Plath breathed a sigh of relief, and then signaled to Ennis. The two of them checked everything here again until they were sure that there was really no one alive.

After sitting down and resting for a while, looking exhausted, the two checked the equipment again.

"Let's go. Get out of here. I don't want to stay in a place like this. The smell of blood is too strong!" Ennis was a little distracted by the corpses and the smell of blood here. He packed up his things and was about to leave.

He turned back to greet Plath, "Are we considered to have made a contribution to the U.S. government?"

"No, it's the Mexican government!" Plath answered as he walked, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped again, then turned around and walked back.

This move made Ennis a little confused, so he said loudly: "Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you going back?"

Plath ignored him, but walked up to the young man who was shot to death by his own bullets, squatted down, and looked at the young man's face carefully. He felt strange, and then looked at the young man's hands.

, a very clean but powerful arm. Finally he took the pistol off the young man's hand.

He ejected the magazine, looked at it, loaded it again, put the muzzle of the gun against the young man's body, covered the muzzle with a piece of tattered clothing, pulled the trigger, and heard a "bang bang bang" sound.

There was a dull sound of gunfire, Plath fired all the bullets, and then threw the pistol next to the young man's body.

"What do you want to do? There is a dead man, and you still shoot at him? Do you have a grudge against him?" Ennis also came over and looked at Plath in confusion. He frowned, as if he had a grudge.

I couldn't think of anything. Then I started to walk out the door. The cars driven by these gangsters at the door were parked in the yard.

"Let's go, we can leave here now!" Plath said with a cold face, got in the car, started the car, and after asking Ennis to get in, he decisively stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away without doing anything.

Stay.

Until the car disappeared on the road outside the villa, then a figure slowly appeared in the night. He looked at the disappearing car, then smiled slightly and left silently.

Today he watched a wonderful gun battle and participated in a wonderful performance. He was already very satisfied. Everything was going according to his plan. Now it was time to go to the small town and see the aspiring painter.

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