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Franklin was stunned. He never thought that Tommy would hide such a powerful weapon in the trunk.

In front of him at this moment were two beautifully designed and well-known rifles.

One of them was the HK416, which had a caliber of 5.56 mm, a magazine capacity of 30 rounds, and could fire up to 900 rounds per minute.

The other was the M4 Super 90 shotgun, which fired 12-gauge shotgun shells, with excellent performance and durability.

Seeing these two rifles, Franklin's eyes were shining.

Caliber is justice, and range is truth.

No man can resist this temptation.

Seeing Tommy pick up the HK416, Franklin rubbed his hands excitedly, thinking that it was handed to him.

But he was completely wrong.

Tommy searched the box twice, found a small pistol from the gap, and handed it to Franklin.

"Here, take it, this is for you."

"Oh, man, no, don't do that..."

Holding the palm-sized Beretta 21A pocket pistol, Franklin looked disgusted.

Tommy himself was equipped with the cool HK416, but he was given such a tiny one.

The gap is too big!

Not to mention the remaining shotguns in the box, even if he was given the Glock pistol that was pointed at him just now.

"Okay, you are the boss, you have the final say."

Thinking about his status, Franklin stopped complaining.

It's okay if it's smaller, at least it's a pistol, all parts are fully functional, and it can still fire bullets, that's enough.

Seeing that Tommy had walked away, Franklin hurriedly quickened his pace and followed him into the church in front.

The layout of the church is very simple, no different from churches in other parts of New York.

The people inside are now worshiping devoutly, praying that God can forgive the crimes they have committed.

From the outside, it seems to be an ordinary church.

But if you look closely, you can see that the temperament of these believers is a bit wrong, and they are out of tune with the whole church.

And the unique tattoos on their hands also clearly hint at something.

When the priest saw the newcomers coming, he immediately stepped forward to greet them.

But Tommy didn't say anything nonsense. He immediately took out the assault rifle hidden under the hem of his suit and fired wildly at everyone in the church.

Tommy didn't even use up a magazine of bullets. He just pulled the trigger a few times and instantly solved those Russian gang members who disguised as believers.

"Fuck!"

Franklin couldn't help but swear at the scene in front of him.

No, didn't we say we were here to collect debts? Why are we shooting now?

He thought Tommy was holding a gun in front of him to scare the bastard who owed debts, but he didn't expect Tommy to actually do it.

Without even saying hello, he killed everyone in the church.

Only one priest who survived was left, holding his injured thigh and lying on the ground howling.

"Did you kill them all?"

"Wrong, it wasn't me who killed them, it was the bullets."

Unlike Franklin's shock, Tommy's face was normal, without a trace of change, as if he had just done a simple little thing, no different from eating and drinking water.

Ignoring Franklin who was still in shock, Tommy kicked the priest who was rolling on the ground, pointed a gun at his head, and said in a low voice.

"Call someone."

"What?"

The priest didn't hear clearly, he just didn't understand.

It's fine if he didn't run away after smashing the place, but he was asked to continue calling people.

It stands to reason that he is over 60 years old this year and has seen a lot of scenes.

But he has been in the underworld for so many years, and it's really the first time he has seen someone so arrogant.

"I'll say it one last time. Call your boss. If no one arrives within 30 minutes, I don't need to say more about what will happen to the things in the underground vault."

"Okay, okay, I'll call now!"

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the priest was decisively scared. He took out his mobile phone from his arms with a trembling hand and called his boss to tell him exactly what happened here.

On the other end of the phone.

The Russian gang boss, Vigo Tarasov, who received the news, was furious and swore repeatedly.

He couldn't help but be angry.

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one bar!

If only a few men died, it wouldn't be a big deal.

But the underground vault hidden under the church stores a lot of criminal information within the gang. If something goes wrong, it will be all over.

"Damn it, when did I provoke such a lunatic!"

Vigo cursed, and his voice was transmitted to the church on the other side through the microphone.

Tommy snatched the phone from the priest, put it to his ear, and said hello to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Vigo Tarasov, what are you thinking?

Do you think I will take the dirty money and walk away quietly?!

No, you are wrong, very wrong!

Now, I will take back what belongs to me, what belongs to me, Tommy Vercetti!"

"Tommy Vercetti, dirty money..."

At first, Vigo didn't quite understand.

But the memories that kept coming to his mind made him think everything through immediately, and finally figured out what was going on.

"See ghost! That damn bastard, I will have my life in the morning and evening!"

Vigo remembered, he remembered it all.

The killer was asked to handle his son to do it, and the remuneration was ready early, just to exercise his uncomfortable son, in the future, he can pick up his class.

But now it seems that the little bastard messed up all the matter, and he dared to make himself clever. He hid him to steal the beam to change the pillars, and used a bunch of black money to be cleaned as the killer's remuneration.

"Is the damn bastard, all the shit in his head, how dare he, how dare he do that?"

The killer is fighting, but you only give people a bunch of waste paper that cannot be spent?

Are you really not afraid of being killed by the killer?

Anyone who has a little brain is unlikely to do such behavior.

But his stupid son did this.

Bow news is more than that.

Vigor hung up the phone and was about to prepare to set off. The phone just on the table rang the bell again.

The person who called this time was a car owner who had a close relationship with him.

On the phone, the owner of the car revealed to him a bad news, saying that his unscrupulous silly son grabbed a luxury car from others and ran here for transformation.

The owner of the car did not agree, and his son slaps his son.

It's not because of anything else, just because the owner of the luxury car is not the same, it is John Wick, who was once nicknamed "Killing God" in the killer world.

Hearing this, Vigo's hand was loose, his mobile phone fell to the ground, and his eyes stared at the front, and the whole person was completely numb.