The American Scripture

The quiet drop of a needle in the conference room can be heard, and everyone's cold sweat is flowing down, the middle-aged man's forehead is sweating, and a cold wind blows together, and he realizes that his back is already soaked with sweat.

"Boss...Boss...What should I do?" a man suddenly trembling and said to the middle-aged man. He poked his head out and looked around, only to find that there was nothing, so he was bold. Hooking his waist towards the middle-aged man, he ran quickly.

"Turn off the lights, turn off the lights!" The middle-aged man said in a low voice to the guy, "Turn off the lights, hurry up!"

"Uh, yes, boss!" The man was taken aback, then quickly nodded, ran towards the light switch quickly, and turned off the light as soon as he reached out, and then smiled at the middle-aged man, "Boss, the light is off. Now, it seems that no one...chuckles..." He was only half talking, and then he made a "chuckle" sound that seemed to be coughing up sputum.

With a "boom", it seemed that something could reach the table, as if that guy's voice was never heard again. The meeting room returned to deathly silence.

"Yuri, Yuri..." the middle-aged man whispered to the hapless man just now, "Damn it, you bastard, are you making a noise?"

"Old... boss... Yuri is dead..." I don't know who made a trembling voice in the darkness. This makes the middle-aged man almost crazy. He wouldn't be so flustered in the face of a rain of bullets, and he couldn't see the enemy's face, but his own people died terribly one after another. It was really the most powerless thing.

"Open the door, let's leave, be quiet, **** it, slow down, and open the door." The middle-aged man lowered his voice and whispered to the guy beside him. The guy looked at the middle-aged man, then pointed to his nose, his eyes widened, and he was about to cry.

The meaning is obvious. The guys who came up just now, and the guy named by this middle-aged man were killed somehow, and died in a miserable state, so the guy who was named felt that he was sentenced to death and was crying. Lian said to the middle-aged man: "Old...Boss...I think he must be at the door...Or...Shall we find another way?"

"Think of another way? Your head was kicked by a donkey? There is only one door here. Do you want us to jump out of the thirty-story window? Hurry up, you will blow your head with one shot if you don't go!" The man threatened the hapless guy, holding a pistol in his hand and pointed it at the guy's head.

Yes, if you go, you will die. If you don’t go, it’s better to take a gamble. So he took a pistol, stood up suddenly, and shot all the bullets in his pistol toward the door. There was a "poof" sound from the door, and there was nothing, so he moved quickly towards the door with his waist.

The journey was unimpeded. When he reached the door, he held the doorknob, twisted it hard, and the door opened. With joy, he turned his head to the middle-aged man’s direction and exclaimed ecstatically: "Boss ...The door is open!"

The middle-aged man nodded, and then said loudly to the other people around him: "Everyone will get on together. There are too many people to escape. If you don't rush, you will all die!"

I have to say that what he said is correct. Instead of waiting here to die, it is better to rush out together. Can't you kill everyone at once? Rushing out means that the chances of survival are greatly increased. So under the greeting of the middle-aged man, everyone rushed out and rushed to the door.

The guy who opened the door saw that the hurried one was in the lead and wanted to cross the door, but just as he stepped across the door, suddenly his whole body jumped forward, and then the light at the intersection, his head fell back. After falling down, the incident immediately stopped all those who rushed towards the door.

But when they were on the front line of life and death, these people didn't care about other things. They still squeezed toward the door, and the middle-aged man was behind, watching them squeeze toward the door. He had to wait for the best time.

"Puff puff puff", a series of voices sounded, and then people kept falling to the ground, dozens of people kept falling down, but in two or three minutes, everyone had arrived, and there was no place at the door. When one person stood up, no one ran out. All fell at the door, and then a **** atmosphere gradually filled the door of the meeting room.

The middle-aged man’s teeth were squeaking loudly. Fortunately, he didn’t rush over with these guys. This is a massacre. This is in the United States. This is not in Kosovo or in Iraq or Pakistan or Afghanistan. Ah, how come there are such unscrupulous murderers!

Call the police, yes, call the police, you must call the police. This guy actually thought of calling the police, which is really a huge irony. He tremblingly took out his cell phone, and then broadcast the alarm number with his trembling fingers, and then the voice of the woman receiving the police came from inside. He quickly lowered his voice and said: "I want to call the police...I want to call the police...here is dead A lot of people..."

"Please tell me your location..." The voice of the woman receiving the police came on the phone.

"In..." He just wanted to speak, when the phone "Boom!" burst in his hand, scared him to throw the phone on the ground, then picked up the pistol and fired randomly around, but only bullets hit On the surrounding objects, the sound made apparently did not hit anyone.

"Ka Ka Ka!" The phone made a sharp impact sound after lighting up the bullet. He threw away the phone, then took out a dagger from his hand and waved it in the air, yelling loudly as if going mad, "Come on, you bastard, you dare not see people in your true colors." Bastard. Come out, have a duel with me, come on—"

As he shouted, the lights suddenly turned on, and the entire meeting room was illuminated. The situation in the entire meeting room was clearly reflected in the eyes of the middle-aged man. His whole face was white. The meeting room There was blood everywhere, especially at the door, where the corpses were piled on top of each other. The thick **** atmosphere made people nauseous.

A person's shadow slowly appeared in front of him. Then this illusory shadow slowly turned into a human entity, a young man with a pale face, but cold and cruel.

"Who are you?" The way this person appeared surprised the middle-aged man, but he still forced himself to calm down and waited for the young man in front of him, "Do we have any holidays? What do you want? ?"

The young man didn't answer his words, but walked slowly in front of him, looked up and down his face, then nodded and said, "You are Nikolai Ulyakov?"

"You...who are you?" the middle-aged man said to the young man, "Do you know what you are doing? Do you know who we are? You will face the anger of the entire Russian gang, whether you are Who, you can't escape if you kill me, you know?"

"I know, of course I know who you are, so I came to you!" The young man walked over slowly, and Nikolai Ulyankov suddenly felt tremendous pressure, and suddenly his legs weakened. He knelt down in front of the young man. Then he squatted down slowly, resting Nikolai Ulyankov's chin with one hand, and took a look.

"Sure enough!" The young man nodded and said, "My name is Sam Stott. You remember, and... you offend someone who shouldn’t offend, so... you must die because of you. It threatened his family, so in the face of all threats, the best thing to do is to let those with threats disappear. Unfortunately, you are one of them!"

"Let me understand, I know... You are doing things for others, who is the person who entrusted you? I can pay him double the price, no, four times the price! You are a killer, and the killer has the price. Isn't it?" Nikolai Ulyankov yelled, "I'll pay four times the price! As long as you kill the individual!"

"Let me kill that person?" Sam Stott seemed to hear the funniest thing, "I'm a good killer, but... no one can pay me a price to kill someone, who can let me kill someone, There is only one person in this world, and that is my master. You sent someone to kill him. It's a pity..."

"Fan Zhen?" If Nikolai Ulyankov doesn't know the person who is going to kill himself at this time, then he really doesn't need to be in the gang, "You are working for him? Not worth it, not worth it, we You can kill him at any time, you come to join us, I will not treat you badly, the money here is up to you!"

"Haha, you are so funny, it's useless if I want money, you can't give me what I want!" Sam Stott stood up as he said, and when he got up, his thumb and index finger suddenly pinched his throat. Nikolai Ulyankov just wanted to yell, but he couldn't breathe, kicked his legs a few times, and remained motionless.

The lights in the meeting room suddenly went out, and Sam Stott's figure slowly disappeared.

The police lights on the street were constantly flashing. A dozen cars surrounded the building. When the agents of ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ came in, they couldn't help taking a breath, and the lights turned on again. All agents seemed to feel As if he had entered a slaughterhouse, all thirty people died in the conference room.

"The list we have and the people who did not have the list are here. The boss of the Russian gang in Los Angeles, Nikolai Ulyankov, has also died here. It can be said that the power of the Russian gang in Los Angeles is already here. It was swept away.

"Action right away, sweep out all the forces of the Russian gangs here." A senior agent ordered, "These guys are finished, we can dig out their roots!"

The fall of the Russian gangs in Los Angeles was sudden. Suddenly, even their headquarters in New York did not get any warning before. Therefore, there was no way to find out who was responsible for their destruction. This made the head of their headquarters. The minds are all in awe, wondering where this force has arisen.

But this is only the beginning. The raid against the Russian gang has already begun. It is not a policeman or a special agent, but an unknown force. This has caused this group of Russian gangsters to temporarily stop their plan to deal with Zhen Fan. , Began to be vigilant for his own safety. R1152

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