I stood up and looked at the man on the left side. He didn’t answer my question.
I walked over to him.
The man lowered his head, staring at the floor.
I stabbed my knife into his neck in one swift motion.
Thud.
The man collapsed on the ground, his body twitched, then soon stopped breathing.
"I told you, I like honest guys. Now this place is yours. I presu I don’t need to teach you how to do business, right?"
The man with a cigarette in his mouth looked at , "Yes, we will handle it."
"What’s your na?"
"Miguel! I’m Ecuadorian!"
"Catholic na?"
"Yes, sir!"
"GOOD, deal with these, I presu I don’t need to teach you that?" I pointed at the body on the ground.
"Yes, sir, we’ll take it to the repair shop at the back and use the shredder to dispose of it."
"What about Farrell’s family?"
"They settled in the British Virgin Islands."
"Then don’t ntion this guy."
"Yes, sir."
"Sorry for the disturbance!"
I took three girls downstairs.
A Latina woman on the first floor looked at , trembling. She heard the gunshots but didn’t call the police.
"Have a nice afternoon."
Seeing greet her, the Latina woman extended her hand, trembling, "Thank you, here’s a tissue for your face!"
I took the tissue, picked up my phone, and turned on the cara, looking at my face, which was covered with many blood spots.
I gently wiped my cheeks and placed the tissue on the desk, "Thank you!"
"Why didn’t you kill them?" Kelly asked curiously, they are witnesses.
"Because I need them to help handle the scene. These guys have no loyalty. Now, with interests in front of them, they’ll listen to , forget about what just happened, and they’ll get everything from Farrell. Interests are the world’s driving force!
If they want interests, they have to be my accomplices; no one will call the police!"
Mia looked at in shock, this is different from the movies.
"I’m here for the Colombians; they are now involved in a kidnapping, imprisonnt, and extortion case, and they are also illegal immigrants. Farrell’s subordinates, if they have any brains, wouldn’t call 911! Because they are also involved!"
"GOD!" Mia exclaid.
Amid brutal slaughter, my thoughts were actually very detailed. By utilizing the driving force of interests, fear, and legal entanglents, I perfectly grasped human psychology.
What is a perfect cri?
So say it’s about ticulous planning, so say it’s about powerful support and information, others say it requires wisdom like in the movies.
No, it just requires one thing.
No one sees it, or no one reports it.
People don’t get killed; they disappear.
This is the perfect cri.
Simple and brutal!
Holding the address of the old warehouse, I looked at the ti. They wanted to escape Miami, which ans they intended to control , and Helen wouldn’t be hurt for now.
"What’s next? We need the layout of the warehouse, need a drone, tonight, I can use the drone to check their distribution, and then rescue Helen."
"No, Kelly Ella, did you bring MCX with you?"
"Yes, this firearm is suitable for close combat, easy to carry, we took it from Sofia."
"What about my precision sniper rifle?"
"It’s in the trunk too."
"GOOD!"
I took out a cigarette and lit it, "Mia, you’ll be in charge of sniping. You two will attack from the flanks."
"How can that be possible?" Mia rejected my proposal, "We don’t know the internal structure of the warehouse."
"I’ll lure them out. In broad view, ambushing can suppress them. They only have 7 people!"
"Damn it. If Mira was here, she would definitely kill all those bastards."
"Your sniping skills are poor?"
Mia looked at disgruntledly, "Don’t underestimate !"
"GO! Head back to the apartnt and get the weapons!"
"Why not wait until nightfall, it would be more conducive to a surprise attack?"
"Because they won’t give ti. Farrell is dead, I need to strike while the iron is hot. If I wait until night, they’ll be alert!"
Mia stared at my cheek, "You shouldn’t be a gangster, you could definitely beco an excellent commander."
Half an hour later, we got back in the car and drove towards the vicinity of the Everglades.
The three girls, carrying rifles, adjusted them. Mia was sowhat puzzled, as a soldier, she was tense at this mont because she was not a front-line combatant, secretly observing the rear through the rear-view mirror.
Kelly and Ella were very calm, loading magazines, chewing gum, their expressions very relaxed.
These two girls were no rookies, after many missions, they had already beco seasoned predators.
"Who are they?"
"Hi, I’m Kelly, Venezuelan, BOSS is my everything, my master!"
"Hi, I’m Ella, Colombian, those bastards sold to the United States, BOSS is the dawn in my life. I’ll do anything for him!"
OH my god!
Won who were trafficked? Mia slapped her cheek, thinking she heard a fantasy story. She knew the outco for won sold from Central and South Arica to the United States, because Mia was no longer a flower in the ivory tower but a warrior who had seen the dark side of the world in the Middle East.
Two sex slaves?
Mia looked at , "Is what they said true?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Fack!" Mia looked at with disbelief, are these sex slaves?
They clearly are two assassins.
"Are you really a gangster now?"
"Uh-huh!"
Mia looked at angrily, "God, are you still running the club?"
"Yes!"
"Those kinds of clubs with bunny girls?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Fack!"
"Are you mad?"
"Does the club need people?"
I looked at Mia in surprise.
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