The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"Whiteland, tell me your location." Gin suddenly interrupted the other person, "Now, immediately, report the location to me."

Leon on the other side of the phone was taken aback.

"three two……"

"VK116, I'm in the coffee shop across the river from VK116." Leon took a deep breath.

"Okay, don't move there. I'll let Vodka fly the plane to pick you up." Gin crushed the cigarette and glanced at Belmode and Bourbon with different expressions.

"We also keep up, keep up." Belmode smiled hypocritically.

"Yeah, after all, they are our companions, and it seems that they have suffered a great crime this time." Bourbon frowned with sympathy, and said something he didn't believe, "Since we are in the same class, I at least want to Go see her."

The yin and yang of these two sentences almost broke through the sky, but Gin was too lazy to pierce them, after all, did he target himself.

"Ley was taken away by members of the medical team." Gin pondered for a moment, "He won't use it anymore. If that trash gets sick again, it wouldn't be good to add chaos to the helicopter."

"Bermod, this is all your suggestion." Gin gave her a warning look, "I hope you will explain it carefully in the mission report later."

Belmode was startled, with a bad premonition in his heart.

"Adding trouble? Did Ley do something?" Amuro Toru's eyes flickered.

"Oh, yes, you don't know yet." Vodka wiped his face with lingering fear, "He just got nervous on the helicopter, suddenly robbed the weapon system and blew up the target restaurant."

"Hey, it's because he doesn't like seeing his new restaurant." Vodka said with emotion, "This is much more ruthless than us. You know, there are ordinary people who have no grievances or enmities with him."

"What restaurant?" The smile on Toru Amuro's face was slightly stiff, no way, no way, can it be called a restaurant or a new place around here, there are only two, one is Kung Fu Fan and the other is Champs Elysees .

"Ah, it's the Champs-Elysees." Vodka sighed, "I heard it's an old-brand restaurant in Millican."

"Huh? Bourbon? What's the matter with you? You don't look well?"

"It's okay, you read it wrong." Toru Amuro smiled reluctantly.

Gin paused for a moment, pulled out some energy, and thought carefully about the situation when he heard the name Lu Chuanguang last time.The other party seems to be Amuro Toru's original partner.

Ah, understandable.It was rare for Gin to be considerate. If he heard that Vodka's house had been bombed, he would probably be so angry that he would even ask the master to dismember the culprit.

"Okay, don't say a few words." Gin knocked on the back of the helicopter's seat, "Let's go, Vodka."

"Going to pick up Westland?"

"No, pick up Kiel first." Qin Jiu said, "The abandoned office building in the south, it was bombed again, so it's more recognizable."

"Don't worry, I don't think Kiel will die." Belmode raised his legs, lit a thin cigarette, and slowly took a puff, "The wire-contact bomb is designed to avoid accidental touch , will be designed to be less sensitive, giving people a few seconds of reaction time."

"With this time, it's enough for Kiel to escape." Toru Amuro agreed, "Although the stairwell may be very narrow, I can't find a suitable place to hide..."

"But I'm also leaning towards Kiel being alive."

Leon hung up the phone, quickly arranged his clothes, and asked the only two members around her.

"Did 013 succeed?"

"Yes, the bomb has been placed on the stairs in advance according to your instructions." One of the men nodded, "013 also received news that he saw the bomb was successfully detonated."

He couldn't help but glanced in the direction of the water.His former leader was under the water even with his people, and there has been no movement until now, probably because he was cold.

"Very good, that guy Keel is probably cold." Leon reached out and touched his waist and abdomen, where it was covered with bruises, several bones were broken, and when he inhaled, he throbbed and stabbed. There are even a lot of internal organs that are aching.

When she was taking advantage of the car to turn, Keir's view in that direction was blocked by the car next to her.She pressed the accelerator with a heavy object, opened the window from the other side, jumped out of the car, and rolled out.Even though the sides were all covered with grass and shrubs, the momentary impact of the fall still knocked her hard enough.

As for the man in the same car, she had already left a suggestion for him to abandon the car and jump off, but the other party was too hesitant and insisted on slowing down the car and jumping off the car, and was finally sent to the sky by Keir. Who can be blamed.

Westline thought indifferently, without realizing that she almost died in place by jumping off with her skill, let alone ordinary members whose skills were far inferior to hers. In the eyes of that man, Westline who made this suggestion just didn't want dead.

"The gin will come over in a while. You know what to say." Leon tore open the gash on his face that was about to heal, blood dripped down, and painted his face bright red, "This matter is over After that, I will recommend you to be the sub-captain of the team."

"...Okay, thank you Lord Westline." The man gritted his teeth and nodded, and he took a last look at the direction of the water.what can he doWhat's the use?It's better to pretend not to see it, and obediently accept the hush money handed over by the other party.

Another member also had an unspeakable chill in his heart. He subconsciously grabbed his wrist. He had been in the organization for more than two years, and the teammates around him came and went. Some people died, and this time it was even more outrageous, and they were randomly manipulated by those code members as pawns.

He had had enough of this humiliating daily routine of beating and killing.

But none of the others present noticed his little thoughts.

"This time we lost a lot of manpower." Leon took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his face was full of sadness and anger, "I will help all the brothers who died to apply for the comfort money for their families. , and all the surviving brothers will also apply for additional bonuses for you."

Hearing this sentence, the faces of the two people looked a little better.

The speed of the helicopter was much faster than that of the car. Before they could say a few words, there was a loud sound of propellers overhead.Leon looked up, and sure enough, he saw the familiar gunship circle around a few times, and finally landed on the small abandoned playground next to it.

Leon stretched out his hand to block the incoming hurricane, held down his hair, and found that the person coming from the opposite side turned out to be gin.

Gin walked unhurriedly in front of the three of them, showed a glance at Leon, focused on her cheeks and wounds, then glanced at the man standing next to her, and shrank behind the two of them. the man.

He took the three people's different expressions into his eyes, sneered, and didn't ask anything.

"Come on." Qin Jiu said, "Go to the medical staff to bandage it first."

Leon was choked back with his stomach full of excuses and reasons.

The bad premonition in Leon's heart was getting stronger, and that premonition reached its peak when she opened the door of the helicopter and saw Rena Mizumu sitting inside.

! ! ! !

Leon was terrified, and shouted in his heart, this is a trap that Gin and Water Wu few set for themselves!

At that moment, the muscles on her legs were tense, her whole body was in a state of defense, her pupils shrank, and she held on tightly to the hatch.

Shui Wurenai glanced at Leon indifferently, her face had many burn marks and deep and shallow gray marks on her face, she showed a sinister smile to Leon.

"..." Leon's beating heart was barely suppressed, yes, Shui Wu couldn't tell the truth.Although he planted a bomb to deal with her, didn't she use a sniper gun to deal with him before?

"Huh? Westland? Why don't you come in?" Belmode asked, then she glanced at Mizuruna and Leon, smiled, and waved to Leon, "Come here, Wei Shilian. You must want to sit with your partner, right?"

"Blame me, I didn't wink." Belmode stood up with a smile, gave up the seat next to Mizuna, and then stuffed Leon into that seat, making both of them vomit enough.

Leon took a few deep breaths before he adjusted his mentality, showing a surprised expression: "Lianna, you are hurt so badly. Hey, why are you so careless."

The expression on Shui Wu's face was even more ugly, but he still pretended to be moved: "Yeah, it's all because I was careless. I didn't watch the road, and I was accidentally bitten by a mouse in the gutter."

"But don't worry, a beast is a beast, it can only use dirty tricks, and I will be trampled to death as soon as it reaches the sun." Mizuruna smiled hypocritically, "What about you, Leon? Ah, looking at your face, you are still The pretty little pony is now swollen into a little pig?"

"..." Leon smiled stiffly, what's the matter?Does this mean that you are not even willing to maintain superficial peace?She couldn't help but stretched out her foot and stepped on Shuiwurenai, and Shuiwurenai gasped and elbowed her past.It just hit Leon's broken bone, Leon's face turned pale, and he suppressed the blood in his throat.

The two explored like this, and finally became quiet.

Qin Jiu just watched the two of them bickering like this, and waited for them to calm down completely before he said leisurely: "Have you completed all the tasks?"

Seeing that both of them nodded affirmatively, Gin was satisfied.He was only responsible for the acceptance task. As for the mistakes made in the middle, the other party was not vodka, so he didn't bother to teach them.Afterwards, people from the logistics department will naturally come to them to calculate the additional loss penalty fee.

Speaking of additional damage penalties.Gin thought of Champs Elysees again. The compensation for the bombing should be counted on the five people in the helicopter at that time, right?Remove the posture officer and vodka who are in charge of flying the plane, so it should be divided equally between myself, Kashasa and Ley...

When he was struggling with the additional damage penalty fee, he had no idea that the entire Champs Elysees was now shrouded in fire, from the fourth floor to the second floor.

The resplendent and resplendent buildings stand in the fire, and they look a bit beautiful from a distance.

Curacao happened to be on the second floor before the incident.

"Assistant Olga, these are the people." The waiters of Champs whispered to Curacao, and they pointed to the side hall where Dong Andy and MW were located, and made a gesture.

"Take them directly..." The lead waiter was a man in his 30s, who looked calm and capable.He swung his hand horizontally, compared to his neck, and made a gesture of cutting his throat.

"No." Curacao subconsciously frowned, she shook her head and observed the situation in the field.

In that side hall, no one opened the windows, and the area of ​​the whole side hall was not large.

"Pour the hypnotic gas through the crack of the door, be careful, don't disturb them." Curacao paused, feeling a little unsafe, "Also, I remember that the company had purchased it before, and it was recommended by Dr. Arthur. An anesthetic?"

"Yes, the effect of that anesthetic is really good. After people get it, they will be unconscious in three to five seconds, and there are no side effects! Assistant Garcia specially arranged for someone to go overseas to contact the doctor, and bought There's a bunch of new ones." The foreman looked excited at this.

"But that medicine is quite expensive. Isn't it a bit wasteful to deal with these little thieves?" The foreman looked hesitant.

"No, we have to try to keep the restaurant intact and not let them damage our restaurant. If something breaks, it will cost more to redecorate and buy equipment than a can of medicine."

"Yes, Assistant Olga."

"What are we going to do next? Run in and catch them when the medicine takes effect?" the man asked.

He turned on the walkie-talkie, and the staff on standby in the monitoring room on the other side reported: "It has taken effect, and more than half of the people have shown signs of unsteady standing and dizziness..."

"it is good--"

Before Curacao finished speaking, he heard a bomb fly to the roof of the restaurant.

The sound of the explosion roared overhead, shaking the scalps of everyone present and making their faces pale.

The waiters and security personnel looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

Curacao was the first to react.

"Assistant! Be careful!" Amidst the exclamation of the waiters around, Curacao pushed the window open, leaned out the front half of his body, touched his chest, and took out a small telescopic device. The immediate position.

That device enveloped the entire helicopter on the opposite side, continuously zooming in on the image, and finally Curacao could clearly see the faces of the people in the opposite plane.There were gin and vodka that she was very familiar with, and there were a few people she didn't know.

That's the organization's plane.

Curacao subconsciously bit his lip, why did the organization attack Champs?

She took another look and found that Gin seemed very angry?How many people in the helicopter cabin seem to be fighting among themselves? ?

After confirming that the gin suppressed the rest of the people, Curacao didn't look any further, took down the device, and ordered the foreman: "Evacuate customers, everyone, no matter which floor they are on!"

"Pay attention to protect your own safety." Curacao stepped forward and took out a small fire mask from under the skirt, then twisted his fur shawl again, pulled out a few metal pieces, pinched a few times and turned into a helmet.

On the other hand, the waiter who was waiting on the other side skillfully touched the corner, and he didn't know which corner of the relief he caught, and the whole tile popped out automatically, revealing the tools hidden inside.

"Quick, one for each person, don't dawdle!" The waiter threw the fire masks one by one to the waiters and security guards at the scene, and then distributed hard hats to those who lacked equipment.

"There are seven such material points on the second floor, with thousands of copies, enough for customers and waiters on the entire floor."

Curacao asked the unequipped waiter to quickly evacuate the side hall.

At this time, she once again thanked herself for having a cautious boss. When the entire Champs-Elysees was remodeled, a large number of fire exits were added, as well as secret doors and storage rooms hidden in the corners. It is no exaggeration to say that the current The Champs Elysees restaurant can deal with earthquakes of magnitude [-] or above, various fires and explosions, and can even resist large-scale natural disasters such as blizzards and heavy rains that are rare in a century.

But it is a pity that the missiles and explosives falling from the sky are not within the defense range.

Curacao bit his lip, becoming more and more worried about the boss and Garcia in the private room upstairs.

But the MW and East Andy black forces here haven't solved it yet...

The voice in the side hall suddenly became intense, and Curacao was shocked.

"Listen! They're coming out! Hurry up!!! Pay attention to defense!" She shouted and pulled away the members of the security team who were closest to the gate. In the next second, members of Dong'andi in the side hall broke through the door out.

They shouted, screamed, and waved sticks, long knives and pistols indiscriminately.The sudden attack made them wake up, aware of the strange state before, and they were full of hostility towards the people in the restaurant.

The guests in the lobby on the second floor were initially stupefied by the bomb that fell from the sky. Most of them couldn't react to what happened, so they stood there dumbfounded, and the waiter stepped forward to pull them away.Seeing this scene again, they regained their sanity, screamed deafeningly, stood up and ran outside, fearing that they would be accidentally injured by the black forces.

"Brothers! Kill! Kill everyone!" Karl, the leader of MW, also had a grumpy face.He kicked the door of the hall away, and was even more angry when he saw a circle of well-armed Champs security guards standing outside holding explosion-proof shields.

"Hahaha, you are the ones who informed my enemies!? Leaked my location?" He laughed wildly, "Do you want to use these explosion-proof devices to deal with us? Do you want to shoot me to death with shields?"

The surrounding subordinates also laughed when they heard this sentence, and these dozens of people were full of joking and contempt.

Curacao watched their performance silently, looked around, and most of the ordinary guests were withdrawn.

She ordered in a flat tone, without paying any attention to the monkeys with weapons: "Throw tear gas bombs and smoke bombs."

The security captain responded, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of cylindrical tubes were thrown over as if they didn't want money.

There was a crackling sound, and the smoke that exploded enveloped the entire second floor.

The two groups of people who were in the middle of the tear gas bomb hit range were coughing again and again, with snot and tears all coming out, and many people subconsciously shot in panic.

Bang bang, bang bang, the internal flames shrouded in white smoke flashed.However, the people of Champs Elysees had long been hiding behind shields made of special composites, which were tightly covered, and those who were accidentally injured and killed were all their own people.

For a while, screams continued on the second floor, and ghosts and wolves were everywhere.

Those well-dressed gentlemen and ladies fled downstairs, and they were even more panicked and frightened when they heard the piercing voice.

"What's going on? Waiter? Where's the waiter?"

But they got no explanation and were pushed out by the waiter.

And the guests who heard the noise on the third floor were also in chaos. Many people wanted to run down, but were blocked by the waiters, causing even bigger riots near the stairs.

Even though the waiters loudly explained that there were criminals fighting downstairs, the fire and thick smoke from above still forced those people to keep crowding down, and many even began to push the waiters.

There were too many customers, and the waiters were apprehensive, so many people squeezed down the stairs.

"I said that the fast lane can be opened immediately! There is no fire over there, and it is safe without smoke! Please calm down and follow me!" The employee of Champs Elysees was going crazy, and he deserved it according to his temper These people were burned to death here, and if they didn't want to listen to people's words, they could die.

But at least for now he still has to play the pure white and enthusiastic waiter, and he continued to shout through the loudspeaker: "The end of the left turn! There is a direct passage to the first floor at the end of the left turn!"

"Don't snatch it! There are plenty of fire masks! Don't snatch other people's, sir!"

Surrounded by dazzling orange-red, under the transpiration of heat, more people couldn't wait for the waiter to distribute supplies one by one, and began to fight for the life-saving straw on other people.Most of the armed security guards in Champs Elysees were downstairs to suppress the gangsters. The manpower was simply insufficient, and the scene became even more chaotic. Some people even fell down and were stepped on by the crowd several times.

"Where are the fire extinguishing tools! I remember that each floor is equipped with thirty or thirty sets?" a waiter shouted.

"No way! The fire is too big!" The foreman manager on the third floor yelled, his voice trembling. "At the time, I thought at most that someone set the fire on purpose, or there was a fire accident in the kitchen. How could I know..."

Both bombs landed on the fourth floor, one was the oil depot above the private room where Bolivar was staying, and the other was even worse. It happened to hit the exhaust vent connecting the kitchen to the roof, along the direction of gas and electric circuits. The entire fuel pipeline was blown up all the time, and it burned into the kitchen.

The first, second and third floors of the Champs are used to entertain guests, and the fourth floor is used to store food and set up the kitchen.This was originally a very warm design, entrusting the founder's thoughtfulness to the diners, but at this moment it has become the trigger for death.

Basically all ingredients are combustible, not to mention the already flammable and explosive kitchen.

"Cough cough cough cough."

The kitchen was full of thick black smoke, and the entire roof was overturned by the blast air, and the raging flames were fueled by the air outside the house, burning even more fiercely.

Zhu Fu Jingguang carried Grid's old chef by heart.When the gas pipe exploded just now, it was the old chef who, relying on his experience, was the first to find out that something was wrong. He yelled and fell down, throwing several chefs who were close to him to the ground.

"Sorry, I can't use my strength now." The old chef's face was covered with cold sweat, and many of the sparks and debris that had just scattered hit his back and broke a leg.

"No, I just want to thank you," Zhu Fujingguang thought of the thrill just now, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his back.He fell down almost subconsciously, the entire upper half of the stove was blown away, and the splashed iron pieces and sharp objects were nailed into the wall, as powerful as bullets.

"I remember that there is a passage on the fourth floor that leads directly to the second floor. Let's go through that passage." Another chef pulled the dull little Gust and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Okay..." The other chefs took out the fire masks and protective helmets from the corner, supported each other's injured colleagues, and rushed out together.The atmosphere of a group of people is much more relaxed and calm than downstairs, after all, they have experienced explosions and burns as chefs, and anyone who doesn't have one or two burns can't justify it.

When Bolivar and Garcia came out of the room, the outside customers were evacuated to another passage by the waiters.The entire corridor was reddened by flames.They are almost holding fire extinguishers, wrapped in fire blankets and stepping forward into the sea of ​​fire.

Bolivar couldn't think of anything that could easily solve the problem.There is no animal that can put out a fire, nothing small enough to extinguish a whole house fire quickly.He could only silently listen to the sound of his blood slowly collapsing, and walked out in silence.

The wooden floor was burnt crispy and hot, and it was easy to poke it in. The ceiling creaked, and some sparks fell from time to time.

When Garcia and Bolivar finally came downstairs, they just raised their eyes and saw a strange scene.

Curacao led a group of security guards and pointed guns at more than a dozen people, including men and women, as well as children and the elderly. It seemed that the rioting East Andy personnel had taken hostages to threaten the security guards of Champs.

One of the women, with disheveled hair and crying makeup, was holding a child tightly, and Carl put a gun to her temple.No matter how Bolivar looked at it, he felt that the other party looked familiar.

He lowered his gaze, saw the child's face, and suddenly said, "Ah? It's Mrs. Zetian??"