After Qiaman got out of the car, he took out his Beretta 92f pistol, replaced it with subsonic bullets, and added a silencer to the muzzle.

The environment in hotels is generally tight, and Qiao Jia feels that he is more confident in this environment with a pistol.

It was said to be a hotel, but it was actually a two-story brick building. Qiao Jia went around from the back and found that only one of the dozen or so houses on the second floor still had the lights on.

Close to his side were the hotel balconies. The distance between each balcony was less than 50 centimeters and could be crossed by lifting one's feet.

The lighted room was located at the innermost east side of the second floor of the hotel. When Qiao Jia quietly walked over, he was surprised to find that there was a car covered by a tattered tarpaulin parked directly under the balcony, at the base of the outer wall of the hotel kitchen.

It's a clearly modified off-road vehicle.

The front of the car was facing the direction of the street. Qiao Jia carefully opened the tarp and took a look. He found that the keys in the car were still there. There were two AR rifles on the back seat, and there was an RPG-7 in the trunk.

box.

Judging from the traces on the ground, we can tell that this car has not moved at least today.

Looking up at the three-meter-high balcony, Qiao Jia was very sure that this car should be the escape vehicle prepared by the guy on the second floor, because as long as he climbed out from the balcony on the second floor, he could step on the roof of the off-road vehicle with his feet.

, and then quickly start the car and leave here.

Qiao Jia praised the other party's professionalism and secretly determined that he would have to be more careful in the future and leave himself a backup and a way out wherever he went.

He quietly lifted off the tarpaulin, quietly opened the car door, put all the weapons inside into the universal tool box, then stepped on the hood and climbed onto the roof of the car, and climbed into the balcony with ease.

The entrance to the hotel's balcony is a wooden door about 80 centimeters wide, and next to the wooden door is a window.

Because the weather is relatively hot, there is no air conditioning here and the windows are open.

The moment Qiao Jia climbed onto the balcony, he heard a man and a woman talking in the room.

"Damn it, my people haven't responded yet..."

"I'm going to meet the Kadin people tomorrow. Their president is unreliable, but we can take advantage of the Kadin people's greed and ignorance.

SD will announce in a month's time that it will transfer the mining rights of 7 billion barrels of domestic crude oil to Chinese oil companies.

At that time, the President of South SD will most likely compromise, and our oil and mining companies will be affected.

We need to cause chaos in South SD. This incident is a good opportunity. A Chinese sold weapons to the enemies of the Cardin tribe..."

"Hey, what will I do then? If I offend a superpower that calls itself a third world country, my business in Afika will be over.

Give me the money first, otherwise our plan will fail and I will leave this damn place tomorrow."

"Okay, we will provide you with a new identity, and the $10 million will be transferred into your designated account in an hour. After this is completed, you can go back to Sardinia and enjoy your life."

Qiao Jia, who had been listening attentively, felt a chill running down his spine. He never imagined that he would get into such big trouble just by selling dozens of AK74s to a native.

Kilsa, a Siruk, knew that they could not defeat the Dinks, so he wanted to provoke himself to attack the Italians, cut off the source of weapons for the Dinks, and eradicate this troublemaker.

That guy had already betrayed his position. It didn't matter whether Joga would attack the Italians or not. When he arrived in Wau, a conflict between the two sides would be inevitable.

The funniest thing here is that both parties have doubts about their Chinese background.

It's just that the Siruks regarded themselves as life-saving straws, while the Italians and the unknown woman regarded themselves as the trigger of the conflict.

It was too late for Qiao Jia to regret it now. He had no choice in order to prevent himself from becoming the beginning of trouble.

Covering his mouth and nose with a mask, Joga held the Beretta in his right hand close to his chest, and slowly moved along the wall to the edge of the window.

The Italians are worthless, but the woman is still of some use. At least she can give Gioga a warning to her compatriots on this important matter.

With the reflection of the window glass, Qiao Jia saw a tall gun-toting bodyguard carrying a suitcase standing in the corner of the room.

Qiao Jia had no experience in such a surprise attack, but he knew that he could not miss this opportunity, so he stepped out decisively.

"Puff, puff", two shots were fired, hitting the tall bodyguard's head and the Italian's eyes respectively...

The sudden change startled the woman. Just when she was about to touch the gun, she saw Qiao Jia's gun pointed at her.

Seeing Qiao Jia raising her index finger to her lips to make a 'silence' gesture, the woman subconsciously raised her hands to show that she was not a threat.

Just when Qiao Jia was holding the window edge with one hand and trying to enter the room, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open. Two tall men in black combat uniforms were holding guns and were about to shoot...

"Puff, puff" two gunshots interrupted their movements.

The woman who wanted to take the opportunity to draw a gun and fight back saw Qiao Jia's gun pointed at her again, and she helplessly raised her hands above her head again...

It was too fast. Qiao Jia's shooting speed was far beyond the woman's imagination. Four bullets for four people, combined, took less than 5 seconds.

The Beretta uses subsonic bullets and is equipped with a silencer. The sound of shooting is like two chopsticks tapping hard. Of course, it can still be heard at close range, but in a complex environment, it exceeds 15 meters or is separated from the ground.

You can hardly hear it if you press it against the wall.

Moreover, after being shot in the head, a person really has no time to make a sound. The subsonic bullet may not be able to penetrate the head, but the terrible cavity effect of the bullet rolling disorderly will turn the brain into a ball of mud.

On the contrary, the sound of the corpse falling to the ground was louder, which was why the bodyguards outside the door rushed in so quickly.

With his eyes and gun fixed on the woman, Qiao Jia cautiously stepped over the window edge, walked close to the wall and walked to the door, kicked away the fallen body and closed the door.

After waiting quietly for a few minutes, Qiao Jia didn't notice any other movement in the hotel. At this moment, he finally let out a sigh of relief, then looked at the pretty-looking woman wearing the uniform of a United Nations staff member, and said: "

Take out the gun carefully and put it on the ground, don't do any tricks."

As he spoke, Qiao Jia moved the muzzle of the gun at lightning speed and fired again at the four corpses on the ground. The woman did not react at all, and the four corpses were shot in the head again.

She knew that she would definitely not be able to run away, but because Qiao Jia was wearing a mask and tactical glasses, which completely concealed her appearance, she still had some hope.

She is a senior intelligence spy. Her combat ability may be average, but her mind is absolutely clear.

He slowly lifted up his skirt, pulled out a small silver ppk pistol from his thigh with two fingers, placed it carefully on the ground, and kicked Qiao Jia with his foot.
Chapter completed!