My lover is this organization

Who could have thought of this!

Thinking of this, the Night Devil, who only wanted to retire and return to a peaceful life, remember his deceased wife from time to time and adopt a dog, suddenly realized that his next six months would be quite exciting...

"We have completed the investigation. There are five people outside the factory, three on the right and two on the left. We can't see clearly inside the factory, but we estimate that there are more than fifteen people." Captain Qin put down the binoculars and said calmly, "Okay, what do you want to say next?"

"Stealth! Assassination! Kill all enemies you see!" Qin Wuque rubbed his hands excitedly.

Kill all enemies you see... Can this still be considered stealth assassination?

The silver-haired beauty rolled her eyes inwardly.

But she still patiently arranged: "You and the Night Demon deal with the enemies on the left and right respectively. Remember not to alert the enemies in the factory. I will go see if there is any way to get to the roof of the factory from the outside..."

"He's gone." The Night Devil said coldly.

"……Um!?"

Gin stood up suddenly, his sight moving easily over the bushes.

Under the pale light at the factory door in the distance, a silver knife flashed and two mercenaries' heads shot up into the sky.

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Oops, my grandma came to my house today, so I started writing late. It was 2:30 when I finished the first chapter. I don’t know if I can make it to the second chapter in time.

Chapter 153 Vodka Sorry!

In fact, it is not difficult to understand the motives of Merryweather and his gang of cowards who dared to raise prices and deduct wages.

On the one hand, it is because they lost a huge amount of money due to a series of huge blows in the recent period of time, and they are eager to recover by raising prices. As the second largest arms dealer in Los Santos and now the largest arms dealer, they are indeed qualified to do so.

It’s like Yanxun collapsed and only the pig farm was left.

On the other hand, the winery's own code of conduct is to keep a low profile and never attract too much social attention unless it is necessary. In the eyes of those American soldiers whose brains are filled with only muscles, this kind of behavior is basically equated with being weak and easy to bully.

They were also sure that the winery did not want to attract the attention of the Japanese government and would not dare to make a big deal about it.

It's just like an unscrupulous loan company that uses nude photos to force borrowers to pay back their money.

The only difference is that the latter is a transaction between two parties and the first one to strike the lower price is the other, while the former is simply an unreasonable price hike.

Unfortunately, they picked the wrong guy.

"It's time to make up for the missed lessons for you..." Qin Wuque chopped off the head of the last Merryweather mercenary outside the factory and said in a low voice with blood surging as he swung his sword.

At almost the same time, not far away in the right corner behind the factory, the Night Devil very professionally covered the mouth of a mercenary from behind to prevent him from making any sound. With his other hand, he forcefully thrust the Combat Troodon into the man's jaw and pierced his head. He did not release his hand until the struggle completely subsided, observed the pupils to confirm death, and then he drew his sword and finished his work.

The two looked at each other across the dark night and gestured to each other that it was done.

At this moment, there was a flashing light above their heads.

Qin Wuque and John Wick looked up at the same time, only to see that Captain Qin, who had said before that he wanted to find a way to get to the roof, was now standing on the eaves connected to the downspout, silently flashing a tactical flashlight towards the bottom with an expressionless face. When he saw the two men looking up at him, he waved and pointed in the forty-five degree direction to the right behind him.

Qin Wuque tilted his head and took a look.

There is indeed a ladder in the middle of the left side wall of the factory building. To be precise, it is made of dozens of black iron-colored "匚"-shaped steel bars poured into the wall with cement to form a straight line leading to the roof.

It was probably done by workers in the past to make it easier to repair a leaking roof. Because of its dark color, it is not noticeable under the cover of night, like a giant centipede lurking in the darkness.

Qin Wuque made an "OK" gesture and waved to the Night Demon on the other side to signal them to go together. After a little thought, he picked up the automatic rifle from the mercenary whose head he had just chopped off and hung it on himself. He also picked up two spare magazines, then ran to the ladder in two steps and climbed onto the roof in a flash.

Captain Qin was indeed reliable. When Qin Wuque and John Wick arrived at the roof, she was squatting silently at a skylight, looking into the factory. Bright light shone through the aging and somewhat foggy glass.

Qin Wuque leaned over to take a look and immediately revealed the expression of an old man on the subway phone. He couldn't help but mutter: "Osprey... Why would you go to Merryweather to buy something like this? These Americans are not trustworthy. It's just like the old girl buying a graphics card from Xianyu for her own use. To be honest, you have to find a reliable person to buy big items... Uh~"

The next second, a warning look fell on him.

The silver-haired beauty looked at him coldly until Qin Wuque raised his hands and then moved his gaze away.

In a sense, this matter really has to be blamed on him. After all, before this, all the arms orders of the Karasuma Group were contracted by Qin Wuque's "Yongchuang Tianya" organization in Los Santos. If it weren't for the recent closure of external sales business, there would be no need for the winery to have any relationship with Merryweather.

Of course, this is also why Qin Wuque was able to easily find the winery and knock on the door and shout, "I want to join you."

After all, he is a supplier. As a supplier, he must know the approximate address of the customer.

"Where's the vodka? Why don't I see any vodka?" Qin Wuque stretched his neck and squatted at the skylight window to look left and right, and found that all he saw were Merryweather mercenaries.

"I didn't see him." Gin shook his head slightly, "I guess he was tied up in the office on the first floor of the factory, or he's not here at all."

"Isn't that disgusting?" Qin Wuque scratched his head, feeling a little upset.

They came to rob the osprey, but they also came to rescue people. They needed the osprey, and they needed people even more. The problem was that the osprey saw the people, but not the people. It was very embarrassing.

God knows whether these Americans will tie up that bastard Vodka in some public toilet and force shit and piss into his mouth. When they suddenly hear that the Osprey has been robbed, they will be so angry that they will kill Vodka on the spot and shoot him dead.

That's too miserable...

"Wait, look at that man." The Night Devil pointed his pistol at the door of the office on the first floor of the factory below.

"Ok?"

Qin Wuque and Gin both looked in the direction of the gun.

Just as John Wick finished speaking, he saw the office door on the first floor of the factory was suddenly opened from the inside. A burly American man who looked like a mercenary leader leaned half of his body out, put one hand on his waist, and asked two questions in English in a rough voice with an impatient look on his face.

The general meaning is "Has the other party not arrived yet?" and "Be careful and don't drink."

"That man must be the leader of this group of mercenaries." John Wick analyzed rationally.

"It seems very likely that Vodka is in the office." The silver-haired beauty also whispered.

"The good news is that his belt is still neatly tied." Qin Wuque also nodded seriously.

As soon as he finished speaking, two pairs of eyes filled with strange emotions fell on him.

Qin Band Leader:?

Night Devil: ?

"I don't mean anything else. I just liven up the atmosphere." A dog-head shrugged. "And you know, these muscular Americans have been mercenaries for a long time and have been on the battlefield many times. It's easy for them to develop some weird hobbies due to excessive mental stimulation, such as double dancing or something like that."

Gin shook her head. She was too lazy to pay attention to this guy who was talking nonsense: "The problem is that we can't be sure that Vodka is in that office. What if these mercenaries really locked Vodka up somewhere else?"

"Then there's nothing we can do!"

Facing the shocked gaze of the silver-haired beauty, Qin Wuque suddenly stood up, violently lifted up the skylight under his feet, and facing the equally confused gazes of a dozen Merryweather mercenaries below, he jumped down heroically.

"Vodka I'm sorry!"

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Hi, it seems we have caught up~

Chapter 154 CP Leader Vodka

A man in black jumped down from the skylight of the factory building, like a strong man descending from the sky.

The mercenaries on the first and second floors below, numbering nearly twenty in total, all raised their heads and looked at this desperate guy in astonishment. They couldn't understand how someone could suddenly appear there and dare to jump down.

You have to know that the top of the factory building is more than ten meters above the ground. Even if a normal person jumps down and survives, he will probably be half-crippled, and broken bones are inevitable.

However, someone actually did this at this moment!

Qin Wuque fell rapidly in mid-air, and the resulting airflow blew the hem of his windbreaker upward.

Facing the mercenaries armed with guns below, he drew his sword with both hands and casually made the starting posture of Tong Lao Ye's Starburst Air Stream Slash in mid-air.

Although they didn't understand why someone would jump off the roof of a factory, no matter whether the other party wanted to commit suicide or hijack a plane, Merryweather's mercenaries didn't mind giving him a ride!

The tactical qualities acquired through years of "high-intensity military training" in Los Santos were clearly revealed at this moment. Some of them even opened their mouths in surprise, but the automatic rifles in their hands had been raised subconsciously, and they automatically completed the steps of raising the gun and aiming as if by muscle memory.

Fire! Fire!

All the gun muzzles spewed out blazing flames at this moment. Dense bullets of varying sizes came from all directions like a barrage of bullets, quickly gathering towards Qin Wuque who was falling in the process of zero point zero seconds. This seemed to be a sure kill, but all the bullets were bounced away when they were about to approach the one-meter boundary around the target.

They all crashed into a silvery-white wall of light.

That is the dancing sword light!

There are blind spots in the single-sword dual-wielding technique, as the limitations of the human body's joint structure cause some angles to be locked and unable to be reached. However, there will be no such problem with dual-wielding swords. He can swing the swords at any angle of 360 degrees without any blind spots!

Qin Wuque launched extremely precise slashes at the direction of each bullet approaching him at an extremely fast speed!

Above! Below! Left! Right! In front! Behind!

With every slash, a thin blade light as thin as a cicada's wing would flash in the air, just like a spring silkworm spinning silk or a spider weaving a web. He almost covered himself in the dense blade light and fell from the sky like a ball of light.

"Face the gale! Hasaki! All the dental services listed!" Qin Wuque shouted loudly and insisted on completing the free fall.

In an instant, the roof of the office on the first floor of the factory collapsed.

This is just a small temporary shed built with lightweight plastic boards like those found on construction sites. It is used to shelter from wind and rain. It can be used to turn on the air conditioner and keep the air cool in the hot summer. It can also withstand hail the size of a baby's fist.

But this does not mean that it has enough resistance to a falling object weighing more than 100 kilograms!

The roar of gunfire came from all directions. Qin Wuque stomped on the ceiling of the office and fell to the ground like a metal rod fired from a space-based cannon.

In the dense smoke and dust, he knelt on one knee with a sharp blade in his hand, his arms elegantly spread out to both sides, and his head lowered, looking like a master, like a dog-headed swordsman who had just killed a large number of minions in an instant.

Under Vodka's confused gaze, Qin Wuque, who had just landed, jumped up again as if his heels were equipped with springs, and kicked away a coffee table made of thick steel plates that was simply bent and nailed in front of him.

What do you mean, are you kicking the table to vent your anger because your landing posture isn't cool enough?

Vodka felt that his brain cells were running out.

But he understood in the next second.

The kicked steel coffee table spun in the air for two and a half weeks before landing accurately on the ground. However, unlike the normal daily usage of landing on all fours, it was turned sideways and blocked the two of them like a shield.

Bullets fired in from outside the office, shattering the glass windows and penetrating the plastic walls, but failing to penetrate the steel coffee table. They could only bombard the desktop, making a deafening and continuous sound of metal clashing and splashing sparks like electric welding.

Qin Wuque put his foot against the coffee table to prevent him from continuing to retreat due to the kinetic energy of the bullet. At the same time, he swung his knife to cut the hemp ropes that bound Vodka's hands and feet, and stuffed the automatic rifle and fully loaded magazines that he had previously snatched from the Merryweather patrol mercenaries outside the factory into his head.

"Okay, stop sitting there and taking a shit, come over here and fight, stomp away!"

"Uh……"

Vodka is worthy of being a core member of the winery who was given a code name. Although he is not very smart and a bit stupid, his fighting ability is really online.

After he was untied, he stretched his arms and legs a little, took the bullet, and stood up from the ground. He rolled into the bunker with the gun in his arms, and killed the two nearest mercenaries as soon as he appeared.

Then immediately retract.

Almost at the same moment, two bullets flew past the ends of his hair, and the scorching burning sensation reached the surface of his scalp.

"Snow Beer, how did you find this place? Is Big Sister Gin here too?" Vodka asked while lowering his head to avoid bullets.

This is no longer an infiltration and rescue operation. Right now, all the enemies in the warehouse have been alarmed. It doesn't matter if you speak loudly in a head-on battle. On the contrary, it can alleviate the fear and tension brought by the hail of bullets. This is the same as talking to boost your courage.

"The address was sent to us by these Americans. They are very confident in their own abilities and probably think we will honestly send the money over."

Qin Wuque jumped sideways and did continuous squats behind the cover, popping up here and there like a mole, making mad provocations but not getting hit, which made the mercenaries outside who only knew how to suppress with firepower very angry.

"Captain Qin should still be on the roof of the factory building. I originally planned to sneak in to rescue you, but I found that there were people guarding the corridor on the second floor. It was not easy to do. If we tried to smear the operation, we would not be able to do it without night vision goggles, so I just jumped down."

"Uh...oh." Vodka was a little confused.

"Okay, let's talk later if there's anything we want to talk about." Qin Wuque held Dick Tudo and Augustus tightly again, "Vodka, you should be able to handle this by yourself, I'm going to prepare to fight your way out. With so many people, it's probably not going to work with just the two of them."

Both of them?

Vodka was slightly stunned, thinking, is there anyone else who came to save him besides Big Sister and Snow Beer?

However, this question was thrown out of his mind when he saw Qin Wuque preparing to stand up.

"Ah~ wait a minute, there is one last thing!" Vodka said loudly.

"What's the matter? Tell me quickly." Qin Wuque turned his head and looked at him.

"That's the one……"

Even though he was still in the midst of gunfire and bullets, this burly man became inappropriately shy and his tone became hesitant.

Qin Wuque didn't urge him, but just watched with calm eyes.

Vodka scratched his head, and finally his curiosity overcame his fear of being pointed at by the big sister: "Just a few days ago, you and Sister Gin went to Rome. Did you two have a good time?"

"Hmm~ Not bad."

Qin Wuque thought about it seriously and finally gave this answer.