Phillips clearly saw through the scope that the black shadow pounced in the air was a ferocious snowy owl. The snowy owl rushed to the hillside like lightning, and the two wings it had gathered spread outwards.
Under the blue sky, the snowy owl swooped down like lightning. Just as it flew to the hillside, two powerful long legs suddenly poked down. Its two powerful eagle claws grabbed a snow-white body.
The snow rabbit then flapped its wings and flew up from the hillside.
Just as the snowy owl flew up, "Puff", a low gunshot suddenly sounded from the sniper rifle in front of Phillips. The snowy owl, which had just spread its wings and flew upwards, suddenly moved several meters in the air, followed by
It fell from the air with its wings drooping, and a red blood mist slowly fell to the hillside!
Phillips spread his legs and stood in front of the window with his gun. His eyes staring at the scope had a strong murderous aura. His whole body stood in front of the window like a solidified sculpture. His eyes were lit up.
With an excited look, he stared at the blood mist falling in the distance and motionless.
At this moment, a few soft knocks came from outside the door. Phillips' body turned around like a sudden change. The sniper rifle in his hand was aimed at the door in an instant. His voice was
He shouted in a low voice: "Come in!"
As he shouted, the door was opened. A cold wind carried a snowflake and rushed towards the door from the opened window. John, the second in command of the Red Fox, pushed open the door and appeared at the door.
Amid the snowflakes coming towards him, John suddenly saw a black muzzle in front of him facing his head! He took a step back suddenly, his right hand instinctively blocking his face, and his whole body seemed to be stiff.
Still motionless.
When Phillips saw that it was John who came in, a sneer suddenly appeared on his expressionless face, and the raised scar on the back of his left hand also jumped twice.
He lowered the muzzle of the sniper rifle, stared at John and asked coldly, "How is the operation on China?" John saw the boss hanging his muzzle, and he let out a long sigh.
He walked into the office and turned around and closed the door. Then he looked at Phillips and replied hesitantly: "I just got the news that the action over there has failed, and none of the people who went to perform the mission came back."
"What?" Phillips's muzzle that had just dropped suddenly rose again, and he asked sternly! When John saw the sniper rifle aiming at his head, he quickly stepped over and made way out of the muzzle.
John replied in a hurry: "I just used a satellite phone to contact the team leader Morrison who went to perform the mission, but I couldn't get a response for a long time."
"I immediately contacted Dikang, a drug lord who cooperated with us. He said that more than 30 people he sent out suddenly lost contact, and the whereabouts of a large number of drugs transported were unknown! From the current situation, everyone has lost contact and the action has been done.
fail."
John walked up to Phillips and continued, "Now, Deakon is like an ant on the hot pan. He also asked me where those drugs were going? He suffered a huge loss this time, and he suspected that we were snatching away the drugs!"
John's report's voice was very rapid, his eyes were staring at the sniper rifle that was tightly held in Phillips's hand, and his muscles were jumping up tightly in tension.
He knew that his boss was cruel and ruthless, and he never blinked his eyes when he killed people. Whether it was his second boss or others, he could pull the trigger at any time in his rage!
Phillips heard John's urgent answer, and the muscles on his face trembled a few times, then slowly lowered his muzzle, and then sighed in his mouth: "Oh..."
He slowly turned around and walked to the window, put the sniper rifle back into the dark sill. He carefully closed the open window sill, then stood motionless in front of the window, silently looking at the outside.
Snow covered snow peaks.
A bright red blood was revealed on the white snow on the distant hillside. The snowy owl that he shot dead was lying motionless on the hillside. The snow rabbit that had just been caught in the air had long disappeared.
The stout John stood in the middle of the office, and he looked at the fearful boss motionlessly. At this moment, there was no expression on his face, but he felt relieved in his heart. He understood the boss's rage and knew
The boss's frustration.
After a while, Phillips raised his hand to close the open window. He turned to John and pointed to the sofa on the side, and walked over.
Phillips sat on a single sofa and reached his right hand into the cigar box on the coffee table. He took out a cigar and held it in his mouth, then took the matchbox handed over by John.
He was stunned for a while, then he lit the cigar in his mouth with a match. He took a deep breath of the cigar, his eyes staring blankly at the smoke rising slowly in front of his face.
He said slowly, "Tell me, what's going on?"
Seeing that the boss had calmed down, John sat on the sofa opposite and replied: "The specific situation is unknown. However, a few days ago, Charles, who was responsible for receiving the response, reported that their receiving response had arrived at the mountain that had been agreed in advance.
, those drug dealers also sent drugs into the cave."
"Dicang, who worked with us, was very happy. He also called me specifically and praised our people for being smart and capable, and escorted his drugs safely across the border. He said that according to the smuggling route we planned, a second batch was sent out.
The drug transporters crossed the border.”
John briefly reported the situation, staring at Phillips' left hand on his knee. He knew that once the boss got angry, the boss's left hand, which had a little finger missing, would definitely react first, and the back of his hand
A scar like an earthworm will surely pop up suddenly.
At this time, the Red Fox boss, Phillips, had calmed down in his anger. He quietly looked at the smoke in front of him without saying a word, and his face looked extremely gloomy.
When John saw that the scar on Phillips's back had not raised, he understood in his heart that the boss had completely calmed down, so he raised his head and looked at Phillips's gloomy face.
He took a deep breath and continued to report: "A week ago, I contacted Morrison, who was responsible for recruiting Chinese martial arts people. He said he had recruited six or seven good-good kids, and now they are responding to designated people in the forest
The location is quickly approaching.”
John spoke very fast, his eyes staring at the boss's face. He knew that the failure of the action had aroused the anger in the boss's heart. At this time, the boss was like a tiger with a arched body, at any time