"You guys, be careful and prepare everything. When I go over to negotiate with the other party, no brothers need to take it lightly. If I die, I will go to the underworld to seduce you bunch of brats."
After hearing the boss's instructions, the younger brother beside him asked in surprise, "Brother, he is alone, and there are five of us, and each of us has a gun. Do we need to be afraid that he will take advantage of others? Besides, trading a gun, As for making the boss so scared?¡±[]
"You guys know nothing. Keep an eye on me. I don't want to do this business. Do you dare? I don't know who took it from me. I don't know who took it. You guys should be on guard and be smart. Don't let anything go wrong." That's wrong," Frog warned a few more times, strode towards Mo Lin, and greeted warmly from a distance: "Hello, I'm so happy to see you."
His non-standard greeting made Mo Lin stunned for a long time, and he said in blunt Mandarin: "Speak in Chinese, I can understand it."
"Of course, of course," Frog agreed in a loud voice, with a respectful attitude.
"Do you know who I am?" Molin frowned and asked. His words frightened Frog, and he hurriedly said: "Sir, I don't know you, I don't know you. Let's make a deal. I brought the gun. "
After Frog finished speaking, he took out two guns from his waist and put them on the table in front of him. The silver gun body and the shiny gun barrel were quite impressive. These two guns made Molin's eyes light up. He asked: "Where are the bullets?"
"Yes, yes," Frog fumbled for two more magazines, each containing twenty rounds of bullets. Feeling timid, he deliberately separated the gun and magazine into different corners of the table. Molin snorted coldly, picked up a pistol, and pushed the gun with a "click". Under Frog's horrified eyes, Molin easily took a row of bullets and pressed them into the magazine.
The heartbeat was vibrating like a train track. Frog sweated. The Molin in front of him was a wanted criminal and a world-class killer. Grandma, you are a bear. I have never even seen a killer. What is the status of a world-class killer? Frog foamed at the corners of his throbbing mouth.
After playing with it for a few times to confirm that what the other party gave her was genuine, Mo Lin nodded and said, "Well, not bad. Can you make an offer?"
"Ten thousand handfuls," Frog said with trembling fingers.
¡°Ten thousand,¡± Maureen repeated.
"No, you can give it as much as you like," Frog risked his life. Ten thousand or twenty thousand is not money. His own life is the most important thing. If you don't die, you can still make money, but if you die, you won't even have the chance to spend money.
Mo Lin was careless and said: "Ten thousand percent, I want both guns. Three thousand dollars, I'll give it to you."
He threw out a wad of money. Frog breathed a sigh of relief after seeing it. The transaction was successfully completed. Regardless of the profit, he came back from a detour and felt much more relaxed. He didn't dare to take the money in a hurry. He watched Molin take away two pistols and magazines. The moment he turned around, Frog dared to stretch out his hand to explore the U.S. dollars on the table.
"You won't tell anyone about what you've seen me, right?" Molin took a few steps and asked abruptly.
"Naturally, naturally," Frog's arms trembled, and the dollar bills he picked up fell to the ground, and he instinctively bent down to pick up the money.
It was too late to say, but soon, there was a "bang" sound. I didn't know where the sound came from, which made everyone stunned. Frog's men reacted quickly, and Mo Lin reacted even faster. His body quickly turned sideways and fell to the ground. With two "pops", Frog's head exploded.
Such a scene frightened the brothers who were holding the battle. "Bang, bang, bang" gunshots rang out continuously, and they shot towards Molin. This boy was too experienced, and his body kept rolling over, hiding under the table. Behind him, he fired two shots without looking, and relied on the memory in his mind to accurately hit the two people. One person was killed on the spot, and the other person screamed and rolled on the ground holding his stomach. The remaining two people, with pale faces, tried to escape. Maureen hid behind the table and killed them with two shots.
He walked out from behind the table without any hesitation, and shot the man on the ground who was screaming miserably. The five people were killed by Mo Lin within one minute. The expression on his face was sinister and terrifying. Where did the voice come from? He looked around and saw seven or eight plastic models of different sizes placed in the window of a small shop. His eyes showed a sinister look. He raised his hand and shot continuously, hitting a model in the head with each shot. Blast the model's head open.
The sound of breaking glass and the sound of plastic mannequins falling down were heard continuously. The residents in the shop were frightened. They knew that accidents often happened on this street. No one dared to poke their head out of more than a dozen shops to see what happened?
No special unexpected situation was found. Mo Lin snorted coldly and fled quickly until he disappeared for a long time.In a small window, the model dared to stand up unsteadily. The head that had been blown off was too horrible to look at, and the small body of the dark night emerged from under the model's skirt. The woman was so frightened that she almost died on the spot. Fortunately, she had the foresight to prevent the woman from being tall enough, so her head was pushing half of the plastic mannequin's upper body.
Facing the dead bodies in front of her, the little woman vomited out.
??????????????????????????????????????? off An Ye felt regretful and shed countless sad tears. Even if the person deserved his crime, he could not sentence him to death. The little woman was heartbroken. It was not until she heard the sirens roaring that An Ye left with lingering nostalgia.
A foreigner will be noticed wherever he goes, not to mention that Maureen is wanted by the local police. As he was now, there was no chance of entering the city center to assassinate Ouyang Haitian. After careful consideration, Mo Lin decided to use the most outrageous method to sneak into Ouyang Haitian's area.
Maureen is short, less than 1.70 meters tall. He is a slightly shorter man among white men. His skin is smooth and relatively delicate. In particular, Maureen's legs are very long. In appearance, he has a slightly feminine look. Traits. At this point, he has tried before. Generally speaking, it is more convenient to dress up as a woman to perform special tasks.
The next day, when it was dark, a beauty shop in Feierjing unexpectedly welcomed a foreign Caucasian woman. She was nearly 1.70 meters tall and weighed more than 120 kilograms. The woman's figure was She didn't look strong, with smooth skin and golden hair, which looked very conspicuous. When the beautician was perming her hair, the two parties kept communicating with each other in words.
"Miss, do you think you look better now? Your eyelashes have been left very long. If they are longer, they won't match well." The female beautician carefully asked for her opinion. The white woman in front of her, She could speak simple Mandarin, and her voice sounded magnetic and powerful. It was very nice. What surprised her most was that the smell of white women did not smell like women's special body fragrance. Maybe it was because white people were different from Orientals. The perfume on women is too strong.
However, the white woman named Mo Ling spoke very kindly, and the remuneration she paid made the beautician secretly pleasantly surprised. Even though she found that the woman's throat was slightly bulging, she did not doubt the woman's identity. After all, the woman in front of her was Caucasian women are excellent in all aspects regardless of their speech and behavior. They have elegant femininity and are admirable.
"Well, you did a great job. Can you help me make my mouth smaller? I need a more seductive lip color."
"Haha, no problem," the beautician agreed. For a whole morning, the beautician had been taking care of a Caucasian woman customer. It was almost noon when he was done.
In the mirror handed over by the beautician, Mo Lin could no longer see any masculine features on his body, especially his appearance had changed a lot. No one would doubt his true identity, and there was satisfaction in his eyes. Mo Lin nodded to the beautician, stood up straight gracefully, said goodbye and left.
After he came out of the store, he walked onto the street easily with deft steps. Unexpectedly, not far behind him, a little girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old was looking at the back of the Moline woman. With angry eyes, he wanted to devour this monster in one bite.
"You stinky man, you are dead! I will never let you go again," the little woman secretly said cruelly.
With different gender identities, it would be easy for Maureen to sneak into the city center. The biggest problem was that he did not have a female passport. He could only keep a low profile.
¡°Miss, we¡¯ve arrived where you want to go,¡± the taxi stopped at the entrance of Haitian Building, and the driver turned around and greeted Mo Lin.
"Uh, really?" Molin looked up and saw that the twenty-story building was not particularly conspicuous. She handed a hundred-dollar bill to the driver and moved her long legs. Molin, who was wearing a skirt, got out of the taxi elegantly. Instead of walking into the Haitian Building rashly, he chose the Xinyu Building opposite, where he observed the movements on the opposite side and then made the necessary choices.
Ouyang Haitian¡¯s office is on the top floor of Haitian Building. Looking from the high floors of Xinyu Building, he can observe the actions on the other side. Not all, but at least it can give Mo Lin a reference.
He needs to understand Ouyang Haitian¡¯s living habits, office habits, and even know what kind of women men are interested in. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle. At present, Mo Lin does not expect to win every battle. He only hopes to kill Ouyang Haitian with one shot, so that he can start and end well, and the lives of his brothers will not be lost in vain.
The operating performance of Xinyu Building is very poor, and it is in a state of half-death. The security guards inside are not just gangster boxers. They have been replaced by real security guards, and their work efficiency has improved., the tightness of surveillance has been greatly reduced.
Mo Lin easily took the elevator to the 20th floor, where he could see Ouyang Haitian's office opposite. He glanced sideways, and Mo Lin's cold and charming eyes had an icy chill, revealing an evil murderous aura.
Ouyang Haitian, who was staying in the office and not daring to move around, received a strange phone call from a woman.
"Ouyang Haitian, I'm Yan Qingrou. From now on, you need to stay in the office all the time. Do whatever you want, whether it's picking up girls or turning on the computer to read documents. Anyway, you can't leave the office for me. I have something to ask you. Cooperate."
"What do you mean, does someone want to observe me?" Ouyang Haitian frowned.
"My dear, you guessed really well. Let me tell you the truth, Maureen is right opposite you, observing you. Stay a little longer and let him see your style."
"What kind of style, Yan Qingrou, you'd better be careful, An Ye is here, right?"
"Well, the two of us have to work together to get rid of this guy."
"Get rid of it," the man's heart palpitated, and the woman's phone was unexpectedly disconnected.