C84 Counterattack

"Commander. . . " Monster Snake Secret Service Captain Lecco said respectfully.

"Are you there? You're always like a shadow, can't you see that I'm a little annoyed?" Commander Joel Kroft looked ahead with a dark cloud in his eyes as he spoke in a gentle and refined manner.

The Strange Snake Secret Service was a core assassin brought out by his former army of over a hundred thousand men from the Raptor Organization.

The few team leaders under him each had their own specialties. They were good at sniping, and they were good at ambushing and destroying. This Strange Snake Secret Service Squad was the most convenient for him to use. No matter what kind of mission it was given to Lake, this guy never cared about the conditions. Just two words: Completed!

"Oh, you're always here. . . " Kroft said softly. He picked up the golden cigarette and elegantly picked up the cigarette made of gold foil. He lit it up and looked at the cigarette in satisfaction. He slowly took a few sips.

He seemed to recall John's ugly face. There was a layer of frost on his face. He snorted and took a big swig.

A few seconds later, he raised his hand. Lake bent down and stretched out his hand. His black palm was full of calluses, and he turned it into an ash cylinder.

With a sizzling sound, the cigarette butt in Kroft's hand was in his palm. It was an ear-piercing thought, and following that, a pungent smell of cooked meat drifted up.

"Leka, very good! I wonder how long you want to use to let John have a long memory?" Kroft said coldly.

"Commander. . . "

Lake looked at the ashes in his hand. They were clearly still burning the meat. He did not care and turned around to walk outside.

In Kroft's eyes, this strange snake leader, Lake, was a cold-blooded animal. He didn't speak much and knew what was going on. It would be hard for him to say more.

Lake went to throw away the ashes.

A few minutes later, Lake stood in front of him like a ghost and said lightly:

"Commander, it won't take long, it has already begun. . . "

"Alright. . . " Kroft said coldly and raised his hand. An adjutant beside him adjusted the remote sensibly. The scene on the screen had already been switched to the director of the Nightclub at Lanshan Night without anyone noticing.

"Miss Norma, I, Old Man John, have always been loyal to Dark Starlight. Please take a look at the income this month. . . " John said as he took out a bunch of keys and walked to the safe behind him. He turned around and said in a friendly manner, Miss Norma, I, Old Man John, have always been loyal to Dark Starlight. Please take a look at my monthly income. . .

"I have prepared some gold bars for you as a token of appreciation to the princess for your travel expenses. Seeing Commander Kroft, please, say a few words of appreciation. . . "

Princess Norma did not make a sound, probably tacitly acquiescing.

The old man looked at the safe and revealed a hint of delight.

His cunning and profound face could be vaguely seen on the cabinet.

When he turned on the password and twisted it a few times, he heard a crisp sound of the password opening. He gently pulled with his hand and there was a loud bang.

The safe exploded!

He did not know when the small amount of explosives had been hidden inside, but it was only about a few grams.

The safe shook violently a few times. The gold bars flew out, the bills and account books exploded into pieces, bouncing on his face.

"Ah. . . " The air currents caused by the explosion flipped him over to the ground, and the exposed area was jet black.

He shouted, got up, and ran to the window. He pushed open the window and desperately patted his chest to breathe in the fresh air.

"Old dog, this is the punishment from headquarters. " Behind him, the BlackBerry Princess' voice was cold and ruthless.

John's mind was still in the process of drawing a soul. He immediately understood. Just as he was about to turn around and plead for justice, his eyes lit up. He saw that something had happened downstairs.

His Mercedes-Benz S-class car had exploded without any warning.

The sapphire blue car was lifted up by something and smashed into a jeep beside it, causing the surrounding car alarms to ring.

"Princess, Princess, Commander, I. . . " John said with a trembling voice, his voice as fearful as a dog that had lost its home.

The sound of footsteps could be heard. He did not dare to look back. He only begged like a pug, "Princess, Princess. . . "

The Blackberry Princess stood at the door. Her long shadow revealed her graceful figure and elegant temperament. Her voice was filled with endless terror:

"Old John, you only live in the secret chamber of the nightclub for two days a week. You spend the rest of your time in the lover's house in Mengke Villa.

I like to check the doors and windows before sleeping. I keep my gun under my pillow. . . "

"Ah. . . " The more John heard, the more afraid he became. His facial features became nervous as he muttered.

"Alright, you know what to do now? If you can't do anything, there are people who are willing to take your place. . . " Princess Norma's footsteps gradually disappeared, but these words were clearly heard by John.

A few minutes later, more than twenty people in different clothing stood in the CEO's office. John, who was touching the purple potion and sticking close to Bundy, was skillfully fiddling with his gun. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at these people without restraint.

"Listen up, all of you. I want to see what you can do today. Now, now. . . "John held his gun up against the table and shouted fiercely:

"Go and get rid of those Chinese people from Silver Fox Town. I want them alive, alive, alive! Even if they're on the verge of death, as long as they still have a breath left. "

Everyone lowered their heads and did not speak. Their expressions were calm and vicious. After stopping for a while, a tall and thin man in black said in a low voice:

"Boss, let me make a trip. "

The man in black was called Dakken. He usually went deep into Jane's residence. Someone had gone to his place before and knew that the place was gloomy. The air was filled with the smell of blood. After he came back, he was seriously ill. Even the doctor could not tell what kind of symptoms it was.

Besides, it was a dinner at the entrance of the Silverfox Police Station.

Hobson and Xiao Qiangbing chatted until midnight. Deputy Director Fortes woke up and was talking to Adolf about the situation there.

As he spoke, He talked about the strange disease on his feet.

"Mr. Director, it happened two years ago. I just transferred from the Southern Region. You know, the Southern Region is much safer now. I didn't expect. . . " Foster said in a low voice.

At that time, just like that night, there was a gunshot from a stockade two kilometers away.

He rushed over with two security guards and found that four or five bandits were attacking. When he went up to stop them, he fell into the enemy's trap. More than ten people jumped down from the trees.

"They should be Divine Sun Energy's people. Their methods are cruel. A guy stabbed me in the foot. I couldn't move. They started to kill me. . . " When Foster talked about the scene at that time, he lowered his head in shame. After a short moment of silence, the sound of dripping water could be heard from the ground. They must be Divine Sun Energy's people. Their methods are cruel. There was a guy who stabbed me in the foot. I couldn't move. They started to kill. . .

A deputy director was forced to watch a bandit kill someone. The bandit brutally killed five or six resistors and robbed their belongings before leaving. From then on, Foster was unable to recover. The shadow in his heart could not be removed. The wound on his foot had never been healed.

"Cruel, cruel, the police rarely approach them, they. . . "

Adolf thought sadly. Looking at the vast night sky, he suddenly felt a trace of sadness and uneasiness. He thought to himself," Will they do everything they can to deal with us?"