The gunshots came so suddenly and caught people off guard.
The tall robber who was standing at the front of the car handing out money had no time to make any evasive action and was shot in the back of the head and fell to the ground.
The person who shot the gun was not a black young man, but he obviously had something to do with him.
Because he didn't have any panic at all, but instead shouted to the pile of cardboard boxes behind the door with a smile: "The best shooter in Austin, he really deserves his reputation."
After speaking, his face turned 180 degrees, and he rushed to the corpse on the ground and spat in disgust.
He cursed with disgust and contempt: "Bah, you self-righteous white-skinned pig-headed soldier, do you really think that I, Luo Ka, will share the money with you? You are just my tool."
"Wow!"
The pile of paper shells beside the door collapsed, and a middle-aged black man wearing a peaked cap walked out without saying a word.
The environment in the underground garage is dim and the visibility is extremely poor. In addition, black skin is inherently concealable. If you don't tell them in advance, you won't be able to find out who is hiding inside.
He was holding an old-fashioned M1911 pistol with a laser pointer installed under the gun. The tall robber died under this gun.
"You three and me and seven have agreed on the ratio, right?"
The young black man took six stacks of money and handed them over, with uncontrollable pain and reluctance in his eyes.
If I hadn't heard that the tall robber was a veteran and was expelled from the Navy SEALs, he had some pretty good skills.
A young black man who has been in a gang for more than ten years will never give up on living alone. He chooses to spend a lot of money to hire the best gunmen in the Austin community to cooperate in this bank robbery.
The middle-aged black man caught the remaining high pile on the hood with his peripheral vision. Greed flashed in his eyes covered by the peaked cap.
There is no long word, just raise your hand and shoot.
It is still so accurate, without any sloppiness, and hits the target at close range.
"you……"
The young black man was shot in the face, and he raised his right hand with difficulty to point at the middle-aged man in black. There was both a look of unease and regret in his staring eyes.
It's not that I regret killing my partner, but that I didn't have the guts to go it alone.
"I don't like sharing money with others either."
The black gunman watched the corpse fall coldly, put all the money back into the bag, put it in his pocket and walked out of the underground garage.
He thought he had made a lot of money on this trip and could rest for a while.
But what he never expected was that as an oriole, he easily killed the mantis and cicada, and there was an old hunter behind him.
When he strode through the garage door with great satisfaction, a horse-locking rope loop suddenly fell from the sky and was tightly wrapped around his neck.
At the moment when he was trapped in the rope trap, a tall figure holding the end of the rope jumped down from the garage.
He has tanned yellow skin, black hair cut into a crew cut, dark blue eyes that are obviously mixed race, nearly 1.9 meters tall, and weighs over 200 pounds.
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Isn't this the same strong Asian man who "gived up" after being robbed in a bank and chased him on a motorcycle?
"laugh--"
The rope rubbed violently, and the balance began to swing at both ends.
The rope around the black man's neck tightened at a very fast speed due to the falling force of the strong Asian man's body, dragging the black gunman off the ground and hanging in mid-air above the gate.
No matter how hard the black gunman struggled, he could not escape the fatal pain of suffocation.
"The white girl puts on a good show where a gangster eats a gangster. Not only does it cost free of charge, but it also earns US dollars. It would be great if this kind of good thing could happen every day."
A strong Asian man who spoke fluent Mandarin tied the rope to the exposed steel bars on the wall, walked over and picked up the money bag that fell on the ground.
Looking at the dozens of bundles of green US dollars inside, with a greedy smile on his face, he walked back to the Harley motorcycle about 20 meters away.
Completely ignoring the black gunman who was hanging in the air and still struggling to his death.
It seems that in his eyes, this kind of person's life is worse than that of a stray dog wagging its tail on the street that is about to starve to death. At least he will throw away half a piece of bread when encountering a stray dog.
When the sound of the Harley-Davidson tractor sounded again, the strong Asian man completely disappeared from the entrance of the garage.
From the moment the strong Asian man attacked, to the moment he completed the sneak attack and got the money to retreat, the entire action took less than a minute.
It's silkier than eating Dove.
This bold, careful and precise way of committing the crime is enough to show that this big Asian man is extraordinary.
"Interesting, really interesting. I haven't seen such interesting people in many years."
A strong Asian man left on his motorcycle. A muscular man over 1.8 meters tall slowly walked out of the woods on the right side of the garage.
He looked at the heavy motorcycle gradually disappearing in the dark night, and then looked at the corpse of the gunman floating in the wind.
He grinned thoughtfully.
The exposed row of white teeth, coupled with the centipede-like scar on his right face, gave people a terrifying and terrifying sight that could eat people.
…
Aobo Community.
One of the few remaining white neighborhoods in the West City, which is almost entirely occupied by black people.
The Harley-Davidson machine that left the Austin community parked outside the garage of House No. 205. The strong Asian man rode the old Harley that was making noise all over his body. No one in the house came out to greet him.
Very quiet and very chaotic.
There was a poster of "The Expendables" on the front wall. Stallone, who was covered in muscles, gave a cool pose with his thumbs up.
There is a slogan written next to it: "Success is doing what others want to do but dare not do. The Expendables are looking forward to your joining."
This is not a movie poster, but a recruitment advertisement for members of "The Expendables", one of the best PMC teams in the United States.
"Stallone, no, Mr. Barney Ross, I look forward to the day I meet you."
The strong Asian man greeted the poster from a distance, pressed the button of the garage door, took off his coat and walked into the living room.
In this abnormal and dangerous world, if you want to make a lot of money quickly, you can only lick blood from the edge of the knife.
If he fails to successfully join DG this time, and the strong Asian man has no chance to further improve his strength, he will apply for discharge from the army to interview for the "Suicide Squad" and become a legal modern armed mercenary——
PMC (Private Military Contractor).
You can make a lot of money while standing in the sun, and spend it openly while walking on the street.
This was the dream of an Asian young man in his previous life, but it was a pity that he could not become one of them until his death.
The reason why I can't join is simple.
Those who have the strength to seek PMC are all large international companies. They only want to find the best armed personnel to serve them, and do not want to hand over their lives to people with no foundation.
Customers who need services have such high requirements, which directly makes the entry threshold for this industry beyond the reach of ordinary people.
The starting point is to be at the level of a special forces soldier, with at least many years of PSC (private security contractor) experience, or from an important national law enforcement agency.
In his previous life, the Asian young man was just a veteran of the ordinary army. In China, hundreds of thousands of such veterans flow into the society every year. Even as security guards, no one may want them. In the end, faced with the increasingly high betrothal gift for marrying a wife, he has to
Venture abroad and become a cannon fodder mercenary.
Such unruly "three-nothing personnel" would not be accepted by PMC or the team if they were given to them for nothing.
I'm afraid this rat shit will come in and cause bad things!
Fortunately, smoke came out of the ancestral grave of the strong Asian man in his previous life, which gave him great luck in this life, and he had a legendary and wonderful experience.