Durin's Diary

Chapter 783 The Ship of Life
Damon Reyes walked into the employee elevator, swiped his employee card on the reader, and the previously closed panel opened immediately.

A team member pressed the button that goes directly to the top floor.

Eight people squeezed into the rickety elevator. Some had serious expressions, some had sharp eyes, and some felt the elevator shaking. "Damn, how long has this elevator been here? Isn't the School of Engineering going to fix it?"

"We are overweight." The half-elf smiled when he said this.

There were eight people present, two dwarves, four humans, and one half-elf. Normally, they should not be overweight.

It’s a pity that a giant hybrid came up last.

"Hetty, our master wants us to cooperate well, doesn't he?" The big guy was not angry, but skillfully took out an automatic gun from the bag on his waist.

The gun came from some undisclosed warehouse. Its owner paid a lot of money for this gun, and in order to ensure the success of today's operation, he generously gave it out.

"Good stuff, it seems your master is really angry." The half-elf smiled, then pulled out a pistol from the holster on the inside of her thigh.

"Dulin Type 15 large-caliber pistol, 12 mm. I didn't expect you to like this big one." A dwarf said with a smile.

"Who in this world doesn't like big ones?" Hetty said as she took out a silencer from her pocket. "Come on, tell me who's going to hit the head."

"We brothers will lead the charge," said the two dwarves. The elder brother with the red beard had already taken out the battering ram.

And the graybeard's brother held a four-barreled shotgun: "Who is behind us?"

The white-haired old man raised his hand.

The young man next to him smiled and said, "Old man, how old are you? Do you really need this?"

These eight people were all sent by their own families. Everyone only knew that each of them had good abilities, but they really couldn't tell that about an old man with white hair and beard.

"These days, money is hard to make, but shit is easy to eat. The children at home are ignorant and owe a lot of debts. I have buried them alive, but my grandchildren and brothers in the underworld all need money to settle their debts." When he said this, the old man raised his hands.

The next second, two revolvers appeared in his palms.

Next came two knives, a guillotine and a machete.

They appear in sequence.

"Old man, you are quite skilled. Why don't you want to go to the Three Saints Meeting? We can't do anything about it. What about you?" asked the other human woman, one of the only two women in the team.

"I've told you before, money is hard to come by these days, but shit is easy to eat. I don't believe that young man."

"Everyone has their own aspirations," Damon Reyes said, then changed the subject: "Let's all get ready."

So everyone began to check their equipment, from pistols to shotguns, to concealed blades, and stun grenades circulated on the black market. Each item was skillfully taken out from their close-fitting secret pockets and then accurately placed on their waists in the most convenient position for access.

The shadowless light at the top of the elevator pressed their figures under each other's feet, and as the digital mechanical signals of the floors jumped, Damon Reyes stood by the door, a gun in one hand and a dagger in the other.

The old man adjusted the mechanical watch on his wrist. It was a gift from his grandson and it was his most treasured thing.

The middle-aged man hung three rolls of rope behind his waist - after the operation, these ropes would be used as emergency escape tools, so these ropes contained steel wire to reinforce the structure, striving to make the entire operation perfect.

The elevator number finally jumped to the floor of their destination. With a soft "ding" sound, the heavy elevator door slowly opened.

The lights are bright and the fragrance is also fragrant.

"It's great! Having a room like this for one night is worth dying for," the old man sighed heartily. They quickly and silently exited the elevator. Damon Reyes followed the two dwarves with steady steps as they approached the target room.

In front of the gate, the red-bearded dwarf stood in front of the door, holding a battering ram.

His younger brother was on the right side of his body, holding his shoulder strap with one hand - while breaking down the door, he wanted to pull his brother away, so that he would not have to worry about being hurt by possible counterattacks from inside the door, and it would also create conditions for subsequent team members to break in.

At least no matter what, they shouldn't be blocking the door.

A faint light shone faintly from the room at the end of the corridor; that was the starting point of their operation tonight. The agents dispersed in unison, each seeking their optimal hiding position. The air froze at that moment, as if even time was waiting for something. Their breathing became soft and rhythmic, their hearts pounding fiercely within their chests. All this was in preparation for the moment that was about to come.

According to previous training, Damon Reyes stood at the door, with the old man next to him and then the middle-aged man.

Hetty was on the other side, with two other people.

Three, two, one.

After Graybeard made the gesture, his brother smashed the door with the sledgehammer in his hand.

Damon Reyes was the first to burst into the living room.

Then he fell silent.

Because there were more than a dozen dead people lying in the living room.

Hetty walked over and carefully pulled up a face: "Damn, it's Faun! How could he die here!"

"Someone is trying to steal our business. Who could it be?" The middle-aged man walked over and pulled up the face of another corpse. "It's the church's chief priest. How come he's dead?"

"Don't touch that body!" The old man saw the impatient young man turning over a young body, and he screamed and pointed at the young man.

too late.

Damon Reyes watched the body turn over, watched as a ball lost its weight and popped out of a launcher at the base of the body.

"It's a trap!" Graybeard screamed and pushed his brother out the door.

………………

The young man sitting on the rooftop turned his attention away from the top floor after the explosion. He looked at Ms. Hetty, who was blown out of the room by the blast and fell headfirst in front of him. The latter was no longer breathing, and her face and body were covered with various fragments.

The stuff that comes out of some unidentified warehouse is really useful.

As he sighed, he jumped off the hood of the car, took out the gun from the car, turned on the safety, changed the magazine, and then walked across the street.

He walked into the alley and waited at the corner.

Then he heard footsteps.

A red-bearded dwarf appeared around the corner, dragging his gray-bearded brother with him.

"Really? I told them to give a larger quantity, and what happened?" The young man said with a smile.

Then he pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

(End of this chapter)