My Shenhao system is very wrong

Chapter 242 Moon Black Wind High Night

Piero had a great time these two days.

Although this was his first visit to Malaysia, he fell in love with this country completely in just two days.

In his opinion, all countries in East Asia have their own flavors, and as a European, he always gets some preferential treatment here.

For example, the chicks in Malaysia, Piero doesn't know whether they are so enthusiastic by nature or some other reason, and he can see that these chicks are especially so for Europeans.

Piero was originally tall and burly, and he was from the country of pasta. His appearance had an exotic charm, and with his shawl flowing out, he had a strong air of an artist.

But these are not the key points. The most important thing is that he spends a lot of money and always looks like a big spender. Therefore, during the two days waiting for information and equipment in Malaysia, Piero enjoyed the enthusiasm and tenderness of the local girls.

Whether in a bar or on the beach, every time Piero just needs to sit quietly for a while, a beautiful Malaysian girl will come up and chat with Piero under the guise of practicing English.

My God, Piero couldn't help but roll his eyes fiercely in his heart every time he heard such a lame and backward reason.

You know, he is a native of Spaghetti, and his mother tongue is Italian. His own English is actually just so-so, and he has a strong taste of the Italian dialect when he speaks.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, these ignorant girls can't understand at all, and Piero also knows that their purpose is not here, but it is precisely this kind of English with exotic flavor that makes the girls even more excited and crazy.

And the most amazing thing is that when Piero introduced himself as a Spaghetti native to these girls in his distorted English, they immediately changed their words and said they wanted to learn the Spaghetti Mandarin, forgetting the excuse that they wanted to practice English Two clean.

Of course, to Piero, these excuses don't matter. Whether the girls want to practice English or learn the Chinese language of pasta, Piero's final teaching location is basically on the soft big bed of the hotel.

And what those girls can really learn is how to make a bed in English or Spaghetti Mandarin.

The girl's enthusiasm and the unique Malaysian-style food made Piero unable to leave, and he even occasionally had the urge to enjoy life like this.

Of course, these thoughts are just fleeting. As a senior secret service member of the organization, enjoyment is what he enjoys. He has never forgotten and dared not forget his mission and tasks.

After waiting for two days, all the equipment and information arranged by the organization had been secretly handed over to him.

It was about ten o'clock in the night of the third day.

In a high-end suite of a local five-star hotel in Bincheng, Piero patted the Malaysian girl's butt and stuffed a stack of knives into her freshly fastened bra.

The girl felt the thickness of the beautiful knife with her white and tender breasts, then stood on tiptoe with a smile on her face, lightly pecked Piero's face, then put on her clothes and left.

As soon as the door of the room was closed, Piero's original frivolous expression instantly became serious, and he took out all the documents that had been locked in the safe of the closet before.

Photos of the main backbone members of the fraud gang are provided in the information.

After reading it carefully, Piero deeply imprinted the appearance of these people in his mind, and then he immediately went to the toilet to use a lighter to burn all the documents.

After finishing all this, he left the hotel and returned the room he had opened with a fake passport. Under the fiery eyes of the little girl at the front desk, he walked out of the hotel gate, stopped a taxi, and came to a spa center written on the information.

Ignoring the inquiries from the front desk, Piero went straight into the men's locker room and opened the designated locker with the key that came with the documents.

Inside the cabinet was a black rectangular shoulder bag, which was bulging with a lot of things.

After Piero got the target, he didn't open it to check the contents. Instead, he left the SPA center directly, and used another key to open a black off-road vehicle parked on the side of the road, and drove directly out of the city. .

According to intelligence, the target to be cleared this time is not in the city, but in a mountainous area more than 50 kilometers away from Bincheng.

There is a small village there, most people don't even know that there is an international fraud group hidden in this village.

These crappy little criminals like to hide in the deep mountains and old forests.

Piero complained bitterly in his heart.

Don't they know that the real bosses are all working in big cities?

The performance of the off-road vehicle is very good, and Piero's driving skills are even better. Even on rough mountain roads, he can maintain the speed at about 70 yards.

Piero hummed an unknown song, and drove the off-road vehicle with a relaxed expression, as if he was not here to kill people at all, but to travel out of the city in the middle of the night.

Just after midnight, the car finally arrived at its destination. Piero found a small hill 400 meters away from the village and parked the car on the backside so that the off-road vehicle could not be seen from the village. The presence.

After getting out of the car, Piero opened the trunk and dragged out the black package. When he saw what was inside, he couldn't help whistling excitedly.

"Wow, I have some fun this time. Let me see..." Piero said to himself: "Tactical fragmentation grenade, M4, Colt, 4 rounds of bullets, C[-] plastic explosives... Shet! And the Matador bazooka!"

Seeing a cylindrical object lying quietly at the bottom of the bag, Piero couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

He really didn't expect the organization to equip him with such powerful firepower.

This is not the military equipment that an individual combat operation should be equipped with at all.

and……

What the fuck you put a bazooka in your bag and didn't tell me in advance?
Piero vowed that when he returned from this mission, he would go to the logistics office to teach those sissies who arranged weapons and equipment for him a lesson.

If he knew that there was a bazooka and a rocket in the package he brought, he would never dare to drive on the bumpy mountain road.

What if someone accidentally explodes the rocket...

Shaking his head, he drove the thoughts out of his mind.

At least judging from the current results, this matter did not happen.

Skillfully wearing all kinds of equipment on the tactical uniform, Piero left the bazooka alone in the off-road vehicle.

He knew very well in his heart that this thing was definitely not used to attack the target, but to destroy the corpse and destroy the scene after completing the clearing task.

So there's no need to carry this thing with you, you have to wait for him to kill all the people in this fraud group and transfer the money away before using this thing for a shot.

After packing up his equipment, Piero quietly lit a cigarette, narrowed his emotionless eyes slightly, and looked at the quiet village 400 meters away. He needed to calm down his emotions and breath, and adjust his state to the best.

It's as if the most ferocious predators on the prairie often lie quietly for a while before delivering a fatal blow.

After a while, a cigarette was completely smoked, Piero threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with tactical boots.

When the last spark disappeared in the dark night, Piero gently let go of the hill and headed towards the village quickly.

His body has been adjusted to the most perfect state, all emotions and feelings have disappeared, and only the goal of this operation is left in his eyes.

When the moon is dark and the wind is high, when killing and setting fire!

(End of this chapter)