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What made Winston even more upset was that he lost a large number of his men, but he still had to thank Lancer for his advice and mercy, and for not filling his exposed rear area with C4 and then giving him a big firework display, or just attacking the Continental Hotel directly and tearing it to pieces like last time.

But Winston felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Lancer in front of him was stepping on his head and hitting his face. But now he not only wanted to thank him for not killing him, but also thank him for giving him the fatal news.

The most important thing is that he has to thank him for giving him a crisp and loud shot on the face. He also has to take out enough "compensation" with both hands to thank him for showing mercy and not shooting him in the head. This has cured all his

of low blood pressure.

"Don't say such nonsense. We all know that this kind of favor is not worth much here. Give him something practical." Lanser shook his head. He let him go last time, and then what? How could he be completely unaware of the attack on him this time? If Lanser believed him, he should report directly to the hospital. The psychiatric department and the neurology department should check it out. At least one of them must be seriously ill.

So after Winston spoke, the two looked at each other, confirmed that they were both bitches in each other's eyes, and then put on a business smile on their faces.

"I will inevitably have to do business with you in the future, so remember to give me a discount when the time comes." Lanser said with a smile. A killer organization that runs its base as a so-called absolute neutral zone must admit that the Continental Hotel is really amazing. Since the old bastard BookMan has paid the price, he will temporarily store his dog head.

"Anyway, you have to give me a chance today to express my apology. Thank you very much for understanding my difficulties." Winston's face was smiling like a big chrysanthemum. Although it was true that he was screwed, there was no doubt that the guy in front of him was a damn bastard.

How many bullets has Lancer fired since he arrived in New York? Are you kidding me? Is this guy a good guy? He even gave me some information? Huh?! I am not stupid. I will probably find some clues soon. I can also draw this conclusion myself. But now he directly said it, which bought me some more time, but that's it!

Just because of this little advance intelligence, he had to hold his nose and thank him! This really disgusted Winston.

"Then we'll see you later!" Lancer glanced at the prestigious presidential suite in the Continental Hotel, raised the corner of his mouth, pressed the door and nodded at Winston. Neither of them mentioned the gold coins that Lancer had thrown on the counter, nor did they mention the cost of the presidential suite. Everything was unspoken. "Of course, maybe it's best for us not to meet, isn't it?" After saying that, Lancer walked into the room, and his girls also walked in one after another with pride on their faces.

"That's right!" Winston nodded. "Of course, it might be a good thing to meet in some places." For example, in the morgue and the cemetery, no matter who is lying there, it represents an end, doesn't it?

The other party launched an assassination attempt, but the assassination failed. Lancer launched an assassination bounty in return. Then it has nothing to do with them. Their Continental Hotel is open for business. Isn't it normal for someone to offer a bounty on someone else's head? Lancer already knows who the other party is. A pile of information has been thrown in front of Charon. What else is there to say? And indeed, those gold coins are enough to pay the amount of the assassination initiated by Lancer.

"Charon, report, George Craig, reward of 160 million US dollars, no, 300 million US dollars, has been paid in full." Winston, who walked out of the elevator, had returned to his former state of having everything under control. Looking at all the eyes staring at him, he calmly walked to the front desk counter, lightly picked up a stack of gold coins stacked by Charon, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he slammed the table with his hand holding the gold coins.

"..." Charon looked at the boss in front of him, he took a deep breath, picked up the phone and pressed a few buttons.

The call went directly along the telephone line to a huge archive that looked a bit like a library. Countless women in uniform were busy working inside. This ancient room was filled with traditional plug-in telephone lines and the sound of typewriters.

"Hello, I'm the operator. Who do you want to be transferred to?" The woman wearing a huge ancient headset asked softly. Above her lips, on her heavily made-up face, there were six or seven lip rings.

"Accounts payable," Charon said quietly.

"Please wait a moment." The operator pressed a button and another older woman answered the phone.

"This is accounts payable. Is there anything I can help you with?" the middle-aged woman asked calmly.

"New York Hotel payee registered unsourced account." Charon said calmly.

"Account name." The middle-aged woman flicked her wrist, revealing her large flowered arms beneath her uniform.

"George Craig, a member of the Craig family." Charon glanced at his boss, Winston nodded, and he said calmly.

"George Craig, please check the verification code." The woman entered the information quickly.

"6366-06." For some reason, the verification code Charon reported was not the New York Hotel's own verification code, but instead it was the verification code of a certain person named Lan who had just walked into the presidential suite.

"Damn it!" The calm woman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly cursed in a low voice. However, she had worked in this position for many years and knew very well that the more she knew, the faster she would die! So she just completed the information verification diligently and continued to ask, "Reward status."

"Openly!" Charon whispered.

"Denomination." The other party's question was also very direct. Of course, this was a procedural matter.

"Three million," Charon said, naming the number his boss had said.

"Processing, please wait." After the woman finished speaking, she glanced at

She glanced at what she had recorded, and then quickly typed it out on a special piece of paper, gasping softly, "Fu, finally... I received his order, instead of receiving his order." After saying this, the woman was suddenly stunned, and then quickly glanced at the receipt in her hand, realized something, and immediately threw it on the table, as if the receipt was hot. A young girl who didn't know what was going on took this normal receipt and stuffed it into the transmitter.

"Order confirmed!" The message he wanted to hear came from the receiver.

"Thank you for your service..." As Charon put down the receiver, many people's cell phones in the hotel began to ring, and many people looked at the messages in their hands with surprise.

Although the Craig family has been entrenched in New York for many years and is indeed a daunting behemoth, but... he does not represent the people... 300 million cannot buy his life!

A large group of people quickly stood up and walked out of the hotel in twos and threes. Wealth is attractive, but time is tight! In New York, life is not easy. There are not too many people who eat this bowl of rice. A fortune of 300 million is enough for them to directly withdraw from this damn world and spend the rest of their lives in peace.

"Sir, I don't understand." Charon looked at the scene in front of him. He was not surprised. Although George Craig was from the Craig family, he was the one responsible for handling the family's illegal assets. Calling him a pawn was not slandering him. Since he was a pawn, he could be abandoned and used to exchange for other pieces.

"Why did I place an additional order?" Winston picked up the bloody gold coin and flicked it in his hand. "Guess?"

"King." Charon thought for a moment and made his own judgment.

"No..." Winston put the gold coin down, "It's blood." Then he turned and walked towards the elevator, "Oh, by the way, if he leaves, remember to notify me, and then replace all the furniture, carpets, and lighting in the presidential suite.

"Uh, is it because it's dirty?"

"No, we are famous for our security and confidentiality here, understand?"

"Okay sir, do you want to change the socket too?"

"Change!"

1-25 How to sacrifice a pawn?

"Just let it go like this? I thought we were going to have a big fight!" M16 said somewhat dissatisfiedly. The commander had already been scratched, so we couldn't just let it go like this.

"This is a very useful line. Besides, if I kill him, the people behind me will probably be very happy. Why should I let them get their wish?" Lanser slumped on the sofa, and then fell naturally on Fei Ma's plump thighs.

"Commander, are you really not going to drop some bugs here? Maybe we'll get something unexpected like last time!" SOPII looked at Lancer who was holding her hand with a surprised look on her face. She was planning to place some "common" small appliances in this room. After their AR team entered the room, they immediately spread out and searched for several bugs in the room, crushed them, and of course immediately planned to return the favor.

"What a waste. Ever since we used this trick to snatch the business from that Russian bastard last time, there's no need to think about it. As soon as we check out tomorrow morning, this old bastard will directly replace the facilities in the room. So why waste our own money?" Lancer shook his head. Winston, this bad guy, would definitely not give him a second chance to rob his fellow thieves.

The last bite was so delicious. After firing a shot at the transaction site, the other party naturally thought that the other party wanted to rob their robbers, and immediately started pulling out guns and fighting. During this process, the AR team was happily shooting at the side. Finally, John and his team came in to clean up the rest, and threw the guns into the transport truck and parked it in the prepared container, and then loaded them into the heavy truck and transported them away, of course, with a few small suitcases.

Then Lanser was disgusted, perhaps because the large amount of US dollars was relatively eye-catching, so the suitcase contained some cash, and most of it was some "hard currency" in the hands of the gangsters. The hard currency here is naturally not gold, diamonds and other valuable things.

It was two large boxes of hard-pressed "flour"!

"@#￥%……&*" (kind regards from Lancer)

To be honest, these things are really hard currency in the United States. As long as Lancer takes some time to remove the logos on them, he can exchange them for huge amounts of US dollars from gangs in any city.

Then Lancer took some time and asked SOPII to make a small device to directly dissolve and dilute the "flour" in the two large suitcases and flush it into the sewer.

"This is really interesting." Fei Ma hugged Lanser from behind and said with a smile.

, obviously remembering the way Lancer jumped and cursed angrily when he looked at the two boxes.

That scene really made the entire AR team laugh. It was the first time that a group of girls laughed together without distinguishing between you and me. You have to know that it was still during Lancer's entrepreneurial stage. In a sense, the acquisition of this huge fortune was one of the biggest reasons why Lancer eventually embarked on the path of an arms dealer. There was no other way, otherwise he could not afford to support his wife.

"Commander, it looks like the hotel owner has already taken action. A lot of people went out at once." M4, who was leaning against the window, had a smile on his face, but suddenly he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head slightly to observe and immediately spoke out.

"That's really good! Winston seems to be very angry." Lancer took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet and looked at the label. He muttered "stingy guy" and took a bunch of glasses from Fei Ma's hand and began to pour wine for each wife. "Have John and the others returned to the nest?"

"John and his men returned 12 minutes ago, but encountered some troublesome guys on the way. The surveillance camera saw gang members trying to intercept them." M4 took the wine glass handed over by Lancer and said seriously. Then his face was rubbed. M4's face was full of helplessness. His commander had no hobbies. He rubbed SOPII's dog head and rubbed his own face.

The other members of the AR team nearby almost couldn't stand laughing.

"Oh?" Lancer's eyes were full of smiles as he let M4 go. "That's quite normal. Almost none of the gangs in New York have even a slightly good relationship with us, so... it seems like they have some part in this incident."

"It's just those dear villains. We have let them be too comfortable recently." RO635 placed his real body on the table. Although there is a rule in the Mainland Hotel that prohibits fighting in the hotel, this rule is simply to restrict those who are not strong enough!

They had already killed their way through the entire Continental Hotel last time, so what? Where was the revenge? Where was the assassin? In the end, no one was seen! To put it bluntly, it was just another example of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

It's a waste that they are ready to attack this damn Continental Hotel worldwide. After the attack, John and his team immediately drove to Washington. I hope these bastards like the special warheads of RPG. SOPII's hand-made 6-pack fuel-air explosive warhead continuous firing device, ah... what a sexy and hot girl~

But before John and his team left New York, the news that the other party had given in had already reached them. This was very boring, so Lancer could only give John and his team $5 each, asking them to go to Washington to have some fun and then see if there was a suitable place to build a safe house.

As a result, John and the others told Lancer that there was no suitable ghost place in Washington... The housing prices here were really terrible, but if Lancer didn't mind the safety, he could rent some small warehouses near the docks to store some equipment.

Lancer rolled his eyes and wanted to knock John, who was not in front of him, to death. Look, what kind of bullshit is this? Don't you care about safety? Haha, I'm afraid it's not the idea of ​​​​setting up a safe house over there. It seems to be a charity, right?

"So should we ask John and the others to go back to the ship and be on guard?" M4 took out two guns from her bag, one was her own M4, and the other was Lancer's P90. "So, when do we act?"

"Of course, we have to wait until they think we have been sleeping peacefully, and then we can launch a raid." Lansher laughed. It was not that he was going to raid the Continental Hotel. After all, that bastard BookMan had already given Lansher compensation that made him feel really good. If he were to attack the Continental Hotel again, then he would be at odds with his fragrant US dollars.

But this matter can't just be let go, otherwise, won't any bastard be able to jump around on his head in the future? Moreover, Winston, this scheming guy, just said that among the attackers, the identity is the easiest to deal with. The family that plays politics still has some dignity. After being caught with obvious evidence, the other party will definitely abandon this pawn. Of course, if the other party can't deal with his abandoned pawn, that's another matter.

But is this going to let these guys go? Oh, of course not! To scare the crap out of you, you have to pick a big guy! You also have to let all the monsters in New York understand that once you anger him, things won't end so easily!

So when the clock pointed to 2 o'clock, the girls who changed into special combat uniforms smiled at Lancer, put on the folding powered hang glider that SOPII had made by hand, and jumped out of the window. In the overcast night, there were six more shadows floating in the sky.

The girls slid halfway across New York in the night, and took a look at a dark factory area where some not-so-obvious lights were flashing. M16 chuckled, "What? You boasted so much, but you still haven't gotten it yet."

"The Continental Hotel is good at sudden attacks by omnipresent assassins. They may not be as strong as John and his men in this kind of assault." M4 took a quick look. Although the intensity of the exchange of fire was not too strong, it was in line with their expectations of the combat effectiveness of the assassins in the Continental Hotel. "Land in three minutes."

Prepare. "

"The beacon has been activated, and the signal location has been determined." SOPII's cheerful voice appeared in the communication channel. "Oh, by the way, it seems that we happened to run into another group of annoying guys today!"

"Really? Don't they know to change the confidential channel? What about M4?" RO635 tilted his head and looked into a building not far from the target building they were attacking. There was a strong signal transmission source over there. It looked like it should be the opponent's surveillance site, or the operation command center.

"What do you think about us sneaking in?" Mrs. Haruta said with a smile, and everyone in the AR team looked at this extra-human figure.

"This is a great idea!" SOPII's eyes lit up and he agreed with Springfield 1903's opinion. This kind of action of fishing in troubled waters, constantly building up wrong perceptions before the battle, suddenly intervening after the two sides started fighting, and stealthily evacuating after the battle was over, was indeed the best way for them to carry out covert operations.

"No." M4 rejected this idea swiftly. Her opinion was very simple. "This is a deterrent operation. If it was done by SHIELD, then where is the deterrent? Besides! Although SHIELD is not on the list, they are in the way, so let's deal with them as well."

"Then just annihilate them!" Chuntian nodded. M4 was right. If they didn't show their own signs, then what kind of deterrent action would it be?

"Then the battle begins, land!" Following M4's command, all the humanoids began to circle and lower their altitude, and then began to prepare to land. The six people slowly landed on a piece of open space on the side of the target building, and then the folding gliders on their bodies were automatically folded up. After a simple packing, these folding wings were thrown into the pile of building materials on the roadside. When the matter was over, John and the others could slowly come over and take them back.

1-26 Firefight? Crush!

"The attack is blocked, repeat! The enemy's firepower suddenly increased! Attack... Damn it! We have been suppressed by the enemy and can't raise our heads. Are all the people in the intelligence department blind?! When did that son of a bitch Hammerhead have such a good hand! Damn it! Rumlow was shot in the leg! We need support!" A SHIELD special agent yelled loudly, while grabbing the back collar of Rumlow's combat uniform with one hand and holding an assault rifle in the other hand, trying to fight back in the direction of the enemy's shooting.

"Damn it! Damn it! It's them! It's them! Damn it! That arms dealer!" Rumlow, who was dragged to a corner by his teammates while holding his legs, yelled loudly. Although he only saw them for a moment, the teasing look like a cat playing with a mouse, and the injury of being shot in the same position in the next moment, made Rumlow immediately determine who the opponent they were facing was. "Everyone be careful, the opponent's shooting skills are terrible!"

"What? Rumlow, are you sure?" Patton, who was running wildly at a high altitude like parkour, looked serious. Although Lancer and the others did not stay in New York for a long time and spent most of their time running around outside, both sides were people from the other world who did not lead a serious life, and occasionally met in some very dangerous places.

The last time Rumlow met Lancer, SHIELD wanted Lancer to hand over an antique that was suspected to be an alien technology product. During the operation, SHIELD habitually concealed their identities and claimed to be FBI agents.

But as luck would have it, Lancer himself had some friends in the FBI, so there was no need to make a phone call. M4 just tilted his head and immediately contacted the other party. He confirmed that there was no one with that name in their department, and then Lancer treated him as a scum who had been robbed by his own gang. What else could he say? He immediately pulled out his gun and started a forceful negotiation.

After the fight, the SHIELD agents immediately realized two things. First, the damn arms dealer had endless bullets and could surprise them at any time! The rockets that kept coming out blew up all their vehicles, leaving all the SHIELD agents cold.

Second, Lancer has a group of veterans under his command. This is not terrible, as there are veterans everywhere in the United States who are willing to take up arms for money. But Lancer has a group of commandos who are even more terrifying than these veterans. That day, Springfield, who was bored, spent half a minute to carve the words "Get lost! Bastard!" on the wall behind the brick wall where he was hiding with a 7.62mm armor-piercing bullet.

Seeing the light coming out of the brick wall and the characters projected on the ground, Agent Sitwell, who led the team that day, immediately decided to retreat and tried to communicate with Lancer on the radio. However, this time, Sitwell, who had reported his name, only received a bullet that grazed his ear. This response was quite understandable. Of course, the two sides met again at a different time and place.

"They are also exchanging fire with the other side!" A special agent suddenly noticed something. This was very good news for the agents of SHIELD. Last time, this damn arms dealer was already quite inhumane, but this time... it seems that everyone can live in peace? !

"It looks like they have targeted our target? What happened recently?" Hawkeye Barton walked to the edge of the rooftop, then immediately smiled bitterly and shook his head, "We'd better step back, otherwise..."

The wall in front of Patton was sprayed with paint.

An arrow pointed to a piece of C4 explosive weighing about one kilogram. Hawkeye rolled his eyes and looked at the flashing red light on it and a few silk threads on the side that were just vaguely visible in the moonlight.

"So what did you see?" Agent Hill, who was in the command vehicle not far away, took a deep breath. If they were to face this bastard, no matter what SHIELD wanted to do later, that would be a matter for later. Of course, the premise was that this guy had to be alive.

"Let me count... 1, 2, 3, 4, yeah... there's a fifth one, maybe a sixth one? I guess if I dare to touch the bow and arrow now, this rooftop I'm on will be completely blown away." Hawkeye Barton smiled bitterly and waved at a very conspicuous camera, spreading his hands, "According to their habits, one is one kilogram of C4, I'm done."

"The operation failed..." Agent Hill immediately made a judgment that their operation had completely failed. This time the operation unexpectedly hit a wall.

Rumlow's attack was not going well and he was suppressed by a sniper of the opponent. Although the opponent did not intend to kill them directly, six of their agents were shot in a short period of time and their mobility was completely disabled. Two of them were seriously injured. Although their lives were not in immediate danger, they had to be rescued immediately.

Patton, who was originally an important long-range support force, was also surrounded by the C4 bombs placed by the opposite side and could not move. There was no doubt that if he wanted to do anything, these 5 one-kilogram pieces of explosives would instantly kill him before he could dodge.

"Drop smoke bombs, everyone retreat, Rumlow, I need an assessment of the enemy's combat effectiveness." Hill felt a headache, he didn't know how to explain to Director Nick Fury later. After all, it was originally estimated that this operation should be an infiltration, and they would just need to replace the stolen goods, but for some reason, the enemy suddenly discovered them.

Let's fight. SHIELD is not afraid of a good fight with the other side. After all, for them, these unclear gray area bastards can be destroyed! As a result, the iron curtain that fell from the sky caused SHIELD's action team to be beaten and bloodied. Most of the team was defeated in a short period of time. Now it is time to stop the loss.

"Okay, let's talk about it after we get back." After bandaging the wound, Rumlow was barely able to stand up and move, not being able to lie down and take a punch. He just wanted to get out of this damn place as soon as possible. The other party seemed to have a limited number of people, so they didn't strike directly like last time, killing half of the dozens of people present in an instant. And one of the agents wanted to test it again at Rumlow's signal, but he was shot through the forehead, and his entire head was blown away. Obviously, although the other party could not kill them, they didn't want them to interfere.

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"Ah! Cha!" SOPII replaced a magazine for himself, then took out an overcharged grenade from his waist, pulled out the pin and threw it out. The round offensive grenade hit the wall and bounced into a room. "Commander~ It seems that the people from SHIELD have discovered that it is us, and now they are running away!"

"This is really not good news." M4 fired two short shots and signaled to RO635 on the side. RO635 took out a smoke bomb from his waist pocket and pulled out the pin. The target of their attack on the manor was right in front of them. Hammerhead, this scum, was lucky last time and ran away quickly, but today, this guy was ambushed by S.H.I.E.L.D. from the beginning and was blocked in this abandoned building. Logically, there should be no escape route.

"Bang!" With a slight sound, the smoke bomb burst out a large cloud of smoke in the shortest time, blocking the view. At this time, several girls rushed in directly. They had just recorded the position of the opponent's people through the direction of the bullets, so now they opened fire intensively as soon as the smoke rushed in. Every short point could hear a groan or scream coming from the distance.

"Damn it! Are you Lancer's men?! I didn't offend you! You bunch of lunatics!" It was obvious that Hammerhead recognized who his opponents were, and it was not just SHIELD. The firepower was ridiculously strong, and once they started, they had no intention of stopping at all, leaving behind a pile of bullet shells and corpses, and their fighting style of destroying everything was unique in New York.

Well... there is probably no other arms dealer like this bastard in New York. The super low-priced arms imported from overseas can not only ensure high profits, but also allow for price wars. In addition, physical warfare can crush almost all the unlucky guys who are interested in "competing in the industry". Now almost all underground arms dealers, big or small, have some business dealings with this guy.

But the only responses he got were the continuous gunshots in the silence and the screams of his subordinates who were shot. It was obvious that the other party had no intention of wasting time talking to him. After all... the girls were not Lancer, and they were not in the mood to tease their opponents at this time. Anyway, Lancer had already given the order, and they had to win victory for the commander.

"Damn it!" Hammerhead turned around and looked at

The window on one side, he is on the third floor, there is a podium building not far away, if he runs a little bit...

"Bang, bang, bang..." Three gunshots rang out! Hammerhead was shot directly in both shoulders, and the last shot went straight through his thigh.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, a figure broke the glass in front of Hammer Head, and then kicked Hammer Head away before he fell down.

"Hey~ I haven't seen you for a few days, you still look so bad." M16 smiled and said to Hammerhead, who was kicked onto the cabinet and fell to the ground gasping for breath, "We have caught the target."

"..." M4 was silent for a moment, "The commander ordered, 'After executing him, hang him outside for others to see.'"

"Got it!" The M16 shot at Hammerhead's heart and head very decisively. However, the so-called hard skull could not block the 5.56mm armor-piercing bullet, and the New York bully died.

"Hey, work! Work!"