Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

It was already late at night, and after experiencing a wave of Dubai style, everyone packed their equipment and prepared to start action.

The city of Dubai may also be called the "city that never sleeps". It has good wine, beautiful cars and beautiful women. In this city, people drive Lamborghinis everywhere, but the car chosen by the special agent team, or in other words, the car chosen by the blood dragon, is A black Wuling Hongguang, of course, the kind that has been remodeled.

At first, Tang Wei and Tang Wu were dissatisfied, but after Blood Dragon expressed his opinions, they wisely shut up.

"Don't you think Wuling's car looks stupid? Have you ever heard of this saying?" I saw Xuelong rolling down the window in the passenger seat, lighting one for himself, and slightly sticking out the window with his hand holding the cigarette, "Front-mounted Rear-wheel drive, sports car layout; power unknown, strong when strong."

"I once lost to a Wuling Hongguang in Yandang Mountain... He used inertia to drift around corners... His car was very fast. I only saw that he had a sign about repairing leaks in buildings..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuelong took a long puff of smoke and blew out a dragon-like smoke.

The two Weiwei looked at each other, and then silently moved the equipment into the compartment of the Wuling car.

You are the boss, whatever you say is what you say.

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There is an old saying in the Yan Kingdom, which is that the night when the moon is dark and the wind is high kills people.

Because the dark night can hide the assassin's figure, and the strong wind can cover up the assassin's footsteps.

The most indispensable thing in the desert is sandstorms.

"Damn it, what's going on!"

In the middle of the desert, a heavy truck broke down unexpectedly. In the driver's seat, a dark-skinned man rolled down the window, stuck his head out and looked behind the car, then opened the door with a curse, got out of the car and checked the wheels at the rear.

It stands to reason that the rear wheels of this kind of military heavy-duty truck would not be broken so easily, but when he was just driving, he clearly felt a muffled sound from the rear of the vehicle, and then the whole vehicle seemed to be tied to a wooden stake. The mounted horse could not move.

"Damn...it's getting windy again." The strong man muttered. In the distance, a huge sandstorm was blowing towards the car, and now he had nowhere to hide except the car's compartment. "Hidodd, come here and help you, you stinking coin-spreader!"

"Come on, come on, Sanders, don't be so aggressive." The passenger door opened, and a young man reluctantly got out of the car and walked towards the strong man, "A rear tire puncture? Not to mention that the tires on this thing can prevent Mines?"

Sanders frowned: "The rear wheel is intact, but I heard a noise just now, and then it couldn't start the engine."

"Is the transmission stuck?" Hidodd looked under the car. "I'll go under the car to see if there are any foreign objects. You wait outside."

"Yeah." Sanders nodded, watching Hidodd's thin body rub directly into the bottom of the car, took out half a cigar from his pocket, held the flame of the lighter and kept sucking it. After lighting it, it seemed that Feeling uneasy, Sanders shouted to Hidodd at the bottom of the car: "Just check it out. If you really can't find it, go back to the car. The sandstorm will come later!"

"Got it!" Hidodd carefully checked the transmission device under the car, but did not see anything abnormal. "I said! Sanders! I really can't apply for support from the headquarters, right? It seems that there is no problem with the transmission device. ah?"

"Sanders?"

Sanders' feet could still be seen through the gap under the car, but no matter how much Hidodd shouted, Sanders had no reaction.

"Damn it, Sanders, don't f*ck scare me."

Hidodd got out of the car and cursed, and looked towards Sanders. Sanders' back was turned to Hidodd. There was a strong smell of smoke in the air. That smell was pure Cuban goods... This pussy was fucked behind his back again!

Hidodd slapped Sanders on the shoulder fiercely: "Stink! Are you deaf when I call you?!"

"thump."

Sanders was slapped to the ground by Hidodd. His face still had the pouting look of smoking a cigar, but it was as hard as granite.

A trace of fear surged in Hidodd's heart. What happened?

Sanders, who was still communicating with me just now, had his body hardened just a few minutes later? !

"who is it!"

Hidodd quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist and aimed around in panic. He even fired two shots into the sky in order to scare the invisible murderer, but there was no response.

"What the hell... what the hell, what the hell!!!"

There seemed to be no movement, and Hidodd had no choice but to retreat back in panic, while alerting himself to the dangers around him.

If someone dies in the desert, the body will not be found!

Must escape...

What bullshit "Black Cross", what bullshit Abbas, are all vain in front of his own life! How could these tycoons from big companies care about the life and death of little guys like themselves?

"I have long said that you will be punished for doing these bad things... Sanders..."

When I reached the door of the heavy truck, I could hear nothing but the sound of the strong wind. But Hidodd still didn't let down his guard at this moment. He gently opened the car door and got in, whispering.

Sanders's body was still lying beside him. It would take 48 hours or more for the body's cells to become completely necrotic and rigid after normal death. However, Hidodd's condition just now looked more like a sculpture.

The murderer may have used toxins, or muscle hardeners... But now Hidodd can no longer care about so much.

After struggling to squeeze into the driver's seat, all I could do now was pray to God to make this damn car move. The key kept turning, and the roar of the engine sounded again and again, but... the wheels of the car were like wooden stakes wedged into the cement floor, unable to move.

"Grass!"

Hidodd punched the steering wheel angrily.

"puff!"

After a soft sound, Hidodd rolled his eyes, twitched and fell down. Outside the car door, Eggsy slowly lowered his hands and pressed back the pop-up panel of the watch.

"Mind the quality, sir."

Exclusively for Royal Gentlemen, the watch is the same as the one used by the Death God Elementary School Student. It comes with a launcher, but the Death God Elementary School Student shoots an anesthetic needle. The KingsMan watch in Eggsy’s hand has multiple shooting modes.

For example, the muscle hardening needle used when killing Sanders just now, and the electric shock needle used when killing Hidodd.

Hidodd fell down in the driver's seat foaming at the mouth. The smell of barbecue was accompanied by a strange smell. The momentary high-voltage electricity directly made him incontinent. Eggsy couldn't help but admire it. It was indeed the equipment provided by the United Wine Industry. It was very good. Huang is violent.

Opening the car door, he threw Hidodd's body directly out of the driver's seat. Looking at the excrement on the seat cushion, Eggsy frowned, and then tapped the earphones.

"nailed it."

Berry's voice came from the earphones:

"Then...it's time to get down to business."