Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

As a famous person said:

If there is a profit of 20%, capital will be ready to move... If there is a profit of 300%, capital will dare to trample all laws in the world.

For Killian, once he obtains the perfect version of the Extremis virus, he himself will become the law of the world.

Faced with the temptation of "becoming a god", he did not hesitate to extend his sinful hand to the gauze of the Statue of Liberty.

After careful consideration, he set his sights on Las Vegas, the world's casino city.

The place is full of legends of getting rich overnight, attracting countless impoverished people who try to make a fortune after failing in business.

They firmly believe that they are the lucky ones in the legend. They only need to spend a small and insignificant chip to win millions of dollars. From then on, they will reach the pinnacle of life, marry Bai Fumei, and live a shameless life.

The fantasy is full, and the reality is very skinny.

Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of people lose all their last dinner, are kicked out of the casino, and wander in the dark and cramped alleys of Las Vegas.

At such a time, they were all hopeless, and all they wanted in their minds was to find a feng shui treasure and die. Even if someone suddenly rushed out in the dark and put on a sack, they would not resist, and would only think that it was God's arrangement.

As spring passed and autumn came, Killian worked secretly like this for a year, arresting hundreds of people secretly without the police noticing.

Just because most people who have reached this point have abandoned their relatives and no one knows or wants to know his itinerary. It is best to die in obscurity somewhere in the world and relieve some pressure on Mother Earth.

No reports, no bodies, no cases.

perfect!

The above actions have one key point: keep a low profile.

Kilian only arrested about a hundred people 365 days a year, which translates to an average of one every three days.

According to the 2009 missing persons report in Las Vegas, a total of 432.5 people disappeared throughout the year, with an average of 1.18 people missing every day.

In contrast, Killian can be regarded as not doing his job properly, and he will be despised by his peers.

Man-eating bamboo eats people, digests, and extracts mucus that fluctuates up and down according to the volume of "food", fat and thin.

On average, each corpse produces 20 milliliters of Extremis virus stock solution.

And the doctor just mentioned that five liters of stock solution is needed to save Jino, and two liters are needed to replenish the three liters of stockpile.

Come to elementary school math problems.

=？

The answer is 100.

This means that he needs to collect a hundred corpses in three days, which is equivalent to an entire year's work.

Killian had nothing to say now, he just wanted to lie down on the soft big bed and have a good sleep.

Woke up at dawn and told myself that it was just a dream.

Hailshen said: OK!

"Report to the headquarters. The drone scan is complete. The secret base is located directly below the factory. There are three secret passages leading to the southeast, southwest and north respectively. It is presumed to be an alternate escape route."

"Report to the headquarters. Group A is in place. There is only one old man and three patrolling personnel at the main entrance of the factory. They are ready to fire at any time."

"Report to the headquarters, group B is in place, and there are two guards behind the wall."

"Report to headquarters, Team C is in place..."

"Report to headquarters, Team D is in place..."

In a New York hotel thousands of miles away, Haitham was sitting on a chair, facing the densely packed screen that was divided into 5 areas, surrounding the factories in the desert.

East, south, west, north, sky.

Even if Killian had wings, he couldn't reach Haytham's palm.

Hailsham glanced at the time stamp in the upper right corner, slowly picked up the coffee and took a sip. The rich aroma made him couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"Well, I'm used to drinking Dragon Bone Coffee. Other things like cat shit and Blue Mountain have really turned into cat shit." After a while, he opened his eyes and nodded to the strong man beside him.

The strong man received the signal and immediately issued an order through the walkie-talkie: "The operation will officially begin in one minute. Group A will pretend to attack to attract attention, and the other three groups will sneak into the base. Anyone who can transform will not be left behind. Do you hear me clearly?"

"Team A receives it."

"Group B received."

"Group C received it."

"Group D received."

One minute passed quickly, and when the hands pointed to 12 noon, Group A, lurking outside the factory gate, took the lead in launching an attack.

Two camouflage uniforms lie behind the sand dunes, and the man on the right has a classic Barrett M82A1 in front of him.

The two-meter-long gun body and the huge warhead all prove that this thing is definitely not for beating people.

At least that's how it was originally designed.

On his left hand is the observation hand. He is holding a pair of binoculars and professional words are coming out of his mouth quickly:

"12 o'clock direction, two hundred yards away, temperature 37.5, humidity...0, I want to correct it by 0.5 digits."

The sniper turned the sniper scope wheel based on the deputy's data, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

There was thunder on the ground and sudden wind and sand.

The bullet, which was a circle thicker than the thumb, came out of the chamber, and the high-speed rotating bullet body formed a small tornado behind the buttocks.

The distance of two hundred yards passed by in an instant. Almost at the moment when the gunfire rang out, countless spider web-like patterns appeared under the glass of the factory door, preparing to resist the bullets. Unfortunately, it failed.

Bullets and bullets are not the same.

"Crack!"

"Oh!"

The old guard was unprepared and his head was blown off, dyeing the security room red.

The military qualities of those who can be sent to guard this secret laboratory are beyond doubt.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the three of them pretending to be ordinary employees strolled casually or dodged or tactically rolled "shua" to hide behind the bunker.

"There are snipers directly north of the base. Repeat, there are snipers directly north of the base." The bearded man leaned against the wall and shouted into the intercom.

Another scarred man quickly added the message: "It's an anti-tank sniper rifle M82A1, repeat, it's anti-tank equipment, everyone seeks cover, don't stand up."

Two messages were sent out, red lights lit up around the factory, and shrill sirens sounded inside the base at the same time.

Security teams one after another urgently changed their gear and rushed to the defense location.

At this time, Killian just came out of the training room. He heard the siren and hurriedly grabbed a security guard and asked:

"What's the situation outside, who is the opponent?"

The security guard replied: "At present, we only know that the opponent is a sniper, the guard has died, and the rest is unknown."

He was attacked by a ninja at noon yesterday, fled in the forest all night, and was almost caught by the police on the way. Killian has become a frightened bird.

It was feared that it was Luck's men who were attacking the base.

He shouted: "Send a drone to scan the surrounding area, find out who the enemy is and how many people there are, and report to me as soon as possible."

"I understand, I'll do it right away."

The security left quickly.

After giving instructions to his subordinates, Killian was still worried. If it was Lark who really came knocking, the strength of his subordinates would definitely not be able to stop the ninja.

In this regard, he has strong self-confidence as a person who has experienced it.