As soon as the masked man stopped in front of Lando, the bodyguards' guns were immediately aimed at him, and bullets rained down on him. Lando could clearly see all the bullets from those light machine guns.
After punching through the masked man's clothes, some of them hit him on the head, and a sneer appeared on his face, laughing that this "killer" was too stupid to break into his base camp single-handedly.
I really don’t know what death is.
But what happened next was beyond Lando's expectation, because the masked man did not fall down as he imagined, but still stood here as tall as a mountain, and even the eyes behind the mask did not change at all.
"Strange...monster..." Lando muttered to himself, the panic quickly spreading on his face.
Because the metal mask of this masked man only covered his face, and his head did not have any protection, but it was not damaged at all by those bullets. This was beyond Lando's understanding.
Even after all the bullets from the light machine guns were fired, the masked man still did not fall. The gunmen were stunned. Even though they were atheists, they were also doubting whether the masked man was a formless ghost from hell.
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But Jones, who was behind Lando, reacted, remembered a certain existence, and couldn't help but said to himself: "Could it be... a 'special biochemical warrior'?"
Upon hearing these words, the masked man's eyes suddenly moved away from Lando and turned to Jones.
Touched by the masked man's gaze, Jones shivered as if he had been stung by a poisonous scorpion.
"You actually know about the 'Special Biological Warrior'? It seems you have pretty good abilities." A hoarse voice came from behind the cold metal mask.
Before everyone present could think about it, they saw the masked man suddenly take action, and his right palm instantly touched Lando's thick chest. He didn't see any movement. Lando's expression froze on his face, and then he
Seeing crimson blood gurgling out from the seven holes on his face, his whole body lost all life.
Everyone in the office was stunned. They never dreamed that the underground emperor of Boston would die like this, and die so easily.
"Is...is it Chinese Qigong?" Jones couldn't help but speak again.
The eyes behind the mask glanced over again: "You have very good knowledge."
"I...our gold medal fighter is Chinese and knows some qigong." Jones swallowed, not daring to meet the masked man's gaze.
The "gold medal fighter" he called was actually not just a thug, he was also responsible for helping their gangster group to do things like assassinations. The "gold medal fighter" was Chinese and had great martial arts skills. He once demonstrated it in front of Lando and Jones.
He passed the qigong that amazed them - beating a bull to death with one palm.
However, Jones did not dare to have the idea of letting the "Gold Medal Fighter" deal with the masked man at this time, because although the "Gold Medal Fighter" was highly skilled in martial arts, he was still afraid of firearms and bullets. How could he treat bullets as if they were nothing like the masked man?
Then I heard the masked man say: "From today on, you are the boss here, and you can take the place of this fat pig."
Upon hearing this, Jones was startled, because as the second-largest person in the group, now that Lando is dead, he will naturally become the talker of the group, provided that he can survive the masked man tonight.
Come down.
But now that this fact came out of the masked mouth, it meant that it was Jones who decided to become the spokesperson of this gang group. Jones quickly reacted and asked tentatively: "Please, what can I do for you?"
of?"
"Very good, you are very knowledgeable." The masked man smiled and said: "Since you can know the secret situation of the 'Special Biochemical Warriors', you should have a close relationship with the CIA, and you should also know that they arrested many Chinese people some time ago.
Spies, and Dr. Li Wenhe. What you have to do is to help me find out where Dr. Li Wenhe and those Chinese spies were caught."
Jones took a deep breath. He had long been mentally prepared that what the other party wanted him to do would not be easy, but he did not expect that the level of difficulty would be so high.
Jones did know that many Chinese spies and Dr. Li Wenhe were secretly arrested some time ago, because his group had "business" dealings with several important members of the CIA.
But Jones also knew that this matter was taken very seriously by the White House. The U.S. intelligence agencies and the military were involved. It was not easy to find out where Dr. Li Wenhe and others were hidden, and if you were not careful, you would get into trouble.
"I'll give you a week, and I'll come back after a week." The masked man simply couldn't tolerate Jones' refusal: "If you don't have any results by then, then I'll let another person take your place."
Jones felt a chill running down his spine, thinking that this man was so ruthless. If he found another person to replace him, he would naturally end up like Lando.
"You can try to escape. If you can escape my eyes, you deserve it and you can survive. Otherwise, hey hey hey..." The masked man's voice became ethereal, and the voice originally standing in front of Jones also became blurry.
, the next moment he appeared on the terrace outside.
This elusive movement made Jones and the others even more frightened, and the teeth of the gunmen began to chatter.
"Remember, don't leak what happened tonight, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences..." As the words became fainter, the figure of the masked man disappeared from everyone's sight.
After a long time, the gunmen suddenly fell to the ground. Although it was summer, they were covered in cold sweat.
Jones had to hold on to the back of the sofa to keep from falling down, but when he caught sight of Lando lying dead on the sofa, his feet couldn't help but tremble, and he quickly said to his men: "What are you doing standing there?
Don’t send out manpower to investigate! Also, if anyone dares to say a word about what happened today, I will kill him with my own hands!”
Then, Jones mobilized the power of the entire gang to secretly search for the ultimate secret of Dr. Li Wenhe and those Chinese spies, and carefully kept its secrets from outsiders.
Jones, who was extremely busy under life threats and tremendous pressure, did not know that outside of Boston, they were in Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, Philadelphia, Detroit, San Francisco, Seattle, Baltimore, Honolulu, Las Vegas and other United States.
The leaders of the biggest gangs in the big cities were killed one after another by a man wearing a Chinese tunic suit and a silver mask, and then ordered the second-in-command in the gang to secretly search for Dr. Li Wenhe and Chinese spies.
It's not that everyone doesn't try to escape, but they are often killed before they can escape the city, and their bodies are hung in crowded and lively places, which plays a great deterrent effect. Then the third leaders of the gangs
The fourth in command gave up the idea of escape and desperately tried to find the person the masked man asked for.
Stanford, a city in the western United States close to San Francisco, is not as bustling and noisy as San Francisco. It has a kind of leisurely tranquility. Many retirees like to spend the rest of their lives leisurely here, and some universities have also chosen this address.
Here, try to provide students with a beautiful and peaceful learning environment, such as the most famous Stanford University.
In a not-so-famous hotel in Stanford, Zhou Hao was sitting on the deck chair on the balcony, basking in the sun with a comfortable expression. Li Shuihan was sitting behind him, concentrating on massaging his head and shoulders, that kind of serious
It's like assembling the most sophisticated instrument.
"Take it easy, I said Fourth Master, I'm not the enemy, can't you just be gentle?" Zhou Hao complained slightly.
"Oh." Li Shuihan responded, and the strength on his hand became lighter.
In fact, with how strong Zhou Hao's body was, Li Shuihan couldn't hurt him even if he used Qi on his hands. He just took the opportunity to act coquettishly towards Li Shuihan.
"Hao, does this method really work?" Li Shuihan said: "We have killed so many leaders of large gangs. I am afraid that it has attracted the attention of the CIA and other departments. Will they increase their vigilance or transfer the hiding places of the big bosses and gangsters?
Where is Dr. Li Wenhe?”
It turns out that the masked man who has been killing major gang leaders in recent times is Zhou Hao. He got inspiration from Tres. Although the "First Army" deployed in branches in various cities in the United States has a strong ability to collect intelligence,
But nothing can compare to those "natives"
They are the real "local snakes" who have penetrated all local strata and fields. It is much more effective to let these gangs collect intelligence for themselves, and they are not as easy to cause trouble as the "First Army".
Attention of U.S. intelligence agencies.
Zhou Hao said: "It will definitely attract the attention of the CIA, but don't forget that the relationship between the CIA and the FBI and those gangs is criss-crossed. Those gangs have long become a burden that they cannot afford to drop, so even if they
There is nothing we can do if we find out, and those guys who are threatened by us will not pay attention to the CIA's efforts to stop them. After all, their own lives are more important than anything else.
Also, it would be better if they moved the location where they hide the boss and Dr. Li Wenhe. They are most afraid of not moving. Once they move, there will definitely be clues exposed. In this case, we will be able to make a breakthrough soon.
Already."
Looking at the man's back, Li Shuihan felt a strong sense of security in her heart. Compared with how she was at a loss when the boss just disappeared, now that Zhou Hao is by her side, she feels much calmer. This may be Zhou Hao's peculiarity.