The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

Garcia knew the task of today's action team, after all, he was responsible for the mobilization of materials.However, he didn't know the distribution of the personnel. He only knew that Gin was in charge of this mission, and he didn't know that their mission target was MW.

"Are you sure you read the right person?" Garcia straightened his collar, took the information from the waiter, and flipped through it.

Ah, sure enough, he said how he looked at that person so familiar at the time, so he had seen his photo before.

"What should we do? Brother?" The waiter was a little nervous, "They ran to our place, will there be a riot after a while?"

"What are they doing now, are they taking people away immediately?" Garcia asked.

"No, I'm still in the room, discussing something." The waiter called out the surveillance video, and the camera hidden in the decoration of the private room clearly captured the expressions of several people.

As a restaurant built by black forces, how could it not have some illegal things in the corners.The movement in the entire private room was monitored by the camera, and even what they said just now was recorded.

"The person who is talking to him on the other side is the local black forces in East Andy." Garcia's eyes skipped over the bulging pockets of the other party's clothes. The other party carried a lot of weapons.But it doesn't matter, most of those were killed by hand guns, with limited damage.

"They want to cooperate and occupy East Andy together, and the target..." Garcia's expression twisted, "From what it means, the target seems to be us, no wonder they sent someone to provoke them last time."

But now that people have reached their own territory, there is no reason to let them go.

"...Prepare to hypnotize the gas." Garcia looked at the people who had occupied the entire side hall and danced wildly inside, and his mood was very delicate.

He has seen a black organization with a complete system and very rules, and he has also seen a chaotic group of street gangsters, but there are few like them. That expression is serious.

Don't they take care of their little brother?

The internal painting style of the organization is so inconsistent, it feels like something will happen sooner or later.

"The relationship between the two forces does not seem to be good, so even if Karl receives bad news, he should not show his urgency and anxiety." Garcia thought for a while, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times. The leader of East Andy showed obvious impatience when he came out.

So it was the leader of MW, Karl, who first turned the atmosphere into a serious and dull one?

But soon Karl adjusted his collar uncomfortably.

Seeing this, Garcia frowned even more. These two people seemed to be pretending, and they were not used to such a serious atmosphere. So what happened?

Garcia felt that this incident was becoming more and more strange.

"Evacuate the guests in the hall, and don't let them accidentally injure them." Garcia put aside his inner doubts and started to clean them up first. "Pay attention to casualties, and forget it if you don't catch them. You don't have to fight them."

"I'll make a phone call and call Curacao down, and you follow her command." He is very self-aware of his own abilities, and there is a big killer from the operation team in the private room, so it is natural to ask for such things experts to handle.

On the other side, Gin also took a helicopter to the sky above the Champs Elysees.

"Fry directly? Brother?" Vodka asked.

"Wait a minute, let's at least make sure if the target is really inside?" Zhu Xing said, "In case the target is mistaken again..."

"It seems that Ley has a psychological shadow?" Kashasa said unhurriedly, teasing, "I heard that you got the wrong target before, and almost let go of the real target."

Gin didn't move, and his expression showed no will.

"That's why I need to be sure." Zhu Xingda lowered his voice and carefully observed Qin Jiu's face, but he had a bad feeling in his heart. He would not be so mad that he would make everyone in the restaurant give those few A target to be buried with, right?

Fortunately, Gin restrained himself, and he threw the binoculars to several people.

"Let's take a look, and find out if the target is here." Qin Jiu pressed his eyebrows, feeling a bad premonition.

Each of them was in charge of the first floor, searching the past floor by floor.

The first to speak was Kashasa, her voice was faintly excited.

"I found my target, Gin! It's on the second floor, the fourth from the left, the hall by the window! God help us!"

Contrary to Casasa's excitement, Gin didn't respond.

"Gin?" she called again.

"Well, I see."

Gin drew his attention back from the opposite side, and put the binoculars into the box, looking a little absent-minded.

But within two seconds, he couldn't help taking it out again, and observed it again with the telescope.

Zhu Xingda vaguely felt that he had touched the secrets of the organization, and quickly raised the binoculars to observe carefully on the third floor.

Casasa also subconsciously picked up the binoculars, and even Vodka kept up the formation. The four of them held up the binoculars and stared at the third floor desperately.

Zhu Xingda glanced over a box that looked like a family of three, a man, a woman and a child, and excluded them first.It can't be that the senior members of the organization brought their families out for dinner.Then skip a few familiar entrepreneurs and politicians, and skip the man dressed like the lobby manager who is communicating with the waiter.

In the end, General Zhu Xing fixed his eyes on the rightmost private room, where there were a few people in black clothes with malicious smiles, they seemed to be talking about something.On the other side, there are a few well-dressed courtesans, some with white hair and some with red hair. These women seem suspicious...

But sure enough, those men are more suspicious, right?

Zhu Xingda silently remembered the characteristics of several people in his heart.

Qin Jiu didn't know what Zhu Xingda was thinking about in secret, his eyes stayed on the man who Zhu Xingda ruled out the suspicion, the man dressed like the lobby manager, and the white-haired woman beside him.

The white-haired woman and the dark-skinned man, why do these two look so similar to Curacao and Yawen? ?

Perhaps it was because she had been watching for a long time, the white-haired woman keenly sensed the movement here, and raised her eyes to look here.

"!" Gin put down the binoculars.

"What's wrong?" Kashasa's tone was full of dissatisfaction. She looked at it for a long time, but couldn't figure out what these people were doing.

"Wait for me to confirm a message." Gin quickly sent a text message to Garcia without further explanation.

Garcia also responded quickly, and proposed the handover of tasks. He also pointed out that the Champs Elysees is the property of Luchuan, so try not to damage it.

Tsk, now we can be sure that the person in the Champs Elysees is the real owner.Gin was speechless with dissatisfaction, he had long forgotten about Luchuan and Lanchuan, and he didn't know about the relationship between Champs Elysees and Grid.Just as he would never remember the names of dead people, even Garcia, who worked in Grid, only remembered that Gin received monthly remittances from Grid for several years in a row.

Such trivial matters are simply a waste of his brain.In order to create a clean relationship chain for themselves, these white companies usually make their interpersonal relationships very complicated. Maybe it will change in the next year, and the information recorded before will become garbage, so he is not interested in studying these things.

However, he was quite satisfied with Garcia's proposal.There is no need to do the task, and the money will be returned. At most, it will be an empty trip, and there will be no activities, which makes people a little dissatisfied.

"Let's go." Gin took the cigarette from his mouth, "Drive back."

"? Brother?" Vodka didn't quite understand. He looked at Champs on the opposite side, and he could clearly see Karl's face, and the other side's position was still so close to the window. Should he just leave like this?

"Yes, let's go like this. The mission is abandoned." Qin Jiu wiped his face, and was a little bit unwilling, "This mission has been taken over by someone else. Go back and capture target B."

Gin Jiu clicked on the mailbox to check other messages, and said in a dissatisfied tone: "I sent messages to both Keir and Westland, asking them to complete their goals and then take a look at the venue at position [-], but they haven't replied yet."

No one else in the helicopter said anything.

After turning off the message, Garcia returned to the private room.

The private room is warm and cozy, completely different from the noisy and crazy meeting between Dong Andy and MW, with a warm and soothing atmosphere.The red carpet and the warm yellow lighting make everything feel relaxed and comfortable.

Mrs. Sawada was still half-drunk, lying on the sofa eating snacks. Bolivar specially took out a small robot car and gave it to Hiroki Sawada. He was introducing the various functions of this car to him.

"Are you back? What happened?" Bolivar asked casually when he saw Garcia.

"It's not a big deal," Garcia glanced at Hiroki Sawada, with a vague tone, "It's just that there is something wrong on the other side, and Olga needs help."

"Olga?" Bolivar stuffed the remote control of the car into Hiroki Sawada's hand, and paused for a moment. What needs Olga to go there in person?

"Well, yes." Garcia thought about how to remind Bolivar without any trace, and when he looked forward, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a red dot outside the window.

The red dot flickered and seemed to be moving, flying over from a distance.

what is that?

Gin, MW, East Andy

black dot, sky, red light

Before Garcia could turn his head around, his sixth sense had already sensed the danger. The blood on his face disappeared, his whole body was terrified, and he subconsciously screamed: "Get down!"

"??"

A gust of hot wind hit Bolivar's body from behind, with such force that his hair almost stood on end.

Feeling the heat wave soaring around him, his smile froze on his face.

What's going on here? !ah! ?

Bolivar turned around slowly, just in time to see another bomb thrown out by a dark helicopter opposite.

He stood there blankly, watching the bomb hit the upstairs, making a heart-pounding sound, sparks bursting out, and countless glass shards, wood chips and stones were swept by the hurricane.

Another gust of wind blew through the whole house, and the glass was all shattered, as if it had been ransacked, and it was broken everywhere.

He finally saw clearly what it was that was bombarding here indiscriminately.

A pitch-black helicopter.

The side windows of the plane were opened, and there seemed to be a black shadow with light blond hair swaying inside.

"...Garcia..." Bolivar's voice was dry, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, with disbelief and pain on his face, and firmly grabbed the other person's shoulder, "Tell me, the person in that plane just now, the person in that plane The man... is it gin..."

"..." Garcia wanted to say that this was probably a misunderstanding. He had already told Gin that this task would be taken over by himself, but he felt that Gin could not do this kind of thing, so the words turned into a nod on his lips. "yes."

Who gave Gin the task of destroying MW: Bolivar

Who paid for the helicopter for the gin: Garcia

Who are the people who are being bombarded by Gin now: Garcia and Bolivar

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

I asked you to kill MW for me! ! !It's not for you to destroy my restaurant!

Just renovated!A newly acquired restaurant! !Tens of millions! !Tens of millions! !

Bolivar felt the blood rush to his cheeks, and he let out a silent scream.

"Shall we leave now!?"

"It's reversed! It's reversed! They're wronged!"

"Calm down! Calm down! Boss!"

"Calm down!"

Bolivar couldn't hear what Garcia was saying at all, struggling desperately.

"Calm down! Let's leave first! You can still make money if you don't have any money!" Garcia and Bolivar were in the same boat, and with the buff of rage on Bolivar's head, they were pressed against the ground for a while, and the two rolled into a ball.

"I'm going to catch that little son of a bitch, Gin!"

"I want him to sell himself to pay off the debt!!"

"I'm going to cut off his logistics and starve him to death!"

Garcia was disheartened, and desperately hugged Shi Lezhi, who was already punching and kicking Bolivar outside the window: "Okay, boss! Boss! I listen to you! Let's leave first!!"

Hiroki Sawada shrank under the table, staring at this scene with wide eyes.

I am afraid that only Zhu Fu Jingguang on the other side can understand this broken mood.And maybe Grid's original chefs.

He looked at the rubble on the ground in front of him, at the room next door with a big hole in the roof, at the pale faces of Little Gust and the others, and at the armed helicopter in the distance...

He thought back to the restaurant he supervised day and night, which had just been repaired and had only been open for three days.

He only felt a throbbing pain in his heart and almost fell to the ground.