When Phillips heard John's words of comfort, he took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and said viciously from between his teeth: "You are right, ordinary troops can intercept Charles and the others.
It is impossible to annihilate their entire army. Only the Leopard Troop has this ability. It must be them, these bastards!"
As soon as Phillips finished speaking, he quickly pulled out the pistol from the holster on his leg with his right hand. He raised his left hand to pull the bolt with a "crack" sound, raised his arm and pulled the trigger toward the window.
"Bah bang bang bang", several crisp gunshots rang out one after another, and a few white spots appeared on the thick bulletproof glass. John's thick body trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the window, his face
The tense expression also relaxed.
In a fit of rage, Phillips fired all the bullets in the magazine of his pistol, and it seemed that some of the anger in his heart had been vented.
He fired all the bullets in the pistol and turned around to look at the guards who had appeared at the door amidst the sound of gunfire. He quickly pulled out a spare magazine and inserted it into the gun body. He raised the gun and aimed it at the guards.
With a ferocious look on his face, he roared: "Get out! Who let you in?" John quickly turned around and waved his hand, ordering several of his men to leave quickly.
Several guards saw the fierce look in the boss's eyes and the guns aimed at them. They quickly closed the door, turned around and walked into the side corridor with assault rifles. At this time, several people had inexplicable expressions on their faces.
The look on his face, I wonder why this grumpy boss is angry?
When Phillips saw the guard leaving, he lowered his arm and inserted the pistol into the holster on his leg. He took a deep breath, put away his angry expression, turned around and looked out the window at the white-capped snow-capped mountains and said coldly:
"Leopard, I must kill you all, otherwise I, Phillips, will never be human again!"
John saw that his boss had fired all the bullets in his gun in a rage, and his nervous expression relaxed. He knew in his heart that he had temporarily overcome the crisis, and his boss had vented the anger in his heart.
From the establishment of the killer organization Red Fox to the present, John has been with the boss. He understands the boss's temperament. He knows that when the boss is furious, he is not in much danger. Once the boss remains silent in the rage,
If he didn't, he might use a killer at any time to kill the people around him and relieve the anger in his heart.
When John walked up to Phillips and was about to open his mouth to speak, the satellite phone he had inserted in his pocket suddenly rang. He quickly took the phone out of his pocket, pulled out the antenna, took a look, and then said to Phillips: "It's with us.
The phone number of the drug lord Dickon cooperated with."
"Answer, listen to what he says?" Phillips strode to the sofa and sat down and said. John answered, took the phone and walked to the window. He raised the phone and started chattering.
Phillips walked to the sofa and walked down, picked up the cigar from the ashtray with a gloomy face, lit the cigar and took a long puff, then looked at John standing by the window through the thick smoke.
Phillips knew that John was not only brave in combat, but also multi-lingual and resourceful. He was a rare good assistant. This was why no matter how angry he was, he rarely angered this deputy. He knew in his heart that Red Fox had grown from scratch and even grown.
, John, the deputy, played a huge role.
John held up the phone and spoke in a language that Phillips could not understand for a long time before hanging up the phone with a gloomy face. He walked to the sofa opposite Phillips and sat down and cursed: "This bastard Dickon actually complained that we were doing something bad.
, causing him to lose a large amount of drugs, and he is still asking if we took that batch of drugs?"
Phillips raised his hand and waved away the smoke in front of his face. He asked coldly: "What else did Dickon say?" John immediately replied: "He said: He lost such a large amount of drugs, and his boss will definitely not
We will let him go. He begged us to help him recover this batch of drugs, and he was willing to pay us 10 million US dollars as a reward!"
Phillips was stunned when he heard this: "Isn't Dickon the boss? Why is there a boss behind him?" John quickly said: "I only know now that Dickon is just a wage earner, and there is a real boss behind him.
The boss, he is only responsible for the drug trade to China, the real boss of this drug cartel is not him."
Phillips's face immediately darkened, and John quickly explained: "At that time, I personally flew over to find out his details, but everyone I knew said that Dickon was a drug lord. No one who trafficked drugs there knew about him.
There is a big boss behind him. I have dealt with this guy before, but I really didn’t know there was a boss behind him. Our intelligence is really not up to par, and the responsibility lies with me!"
Phillips saw John's self-reproach, he waved his hand and said: "Forget it, no matter who is the real drug lord, it has nothing to do with us anymore, our man is gone and will never come back. If he calls again
If you call him, tell him that the batch of drugs is in the hands of the Chinese police and let him get it himself if he has the ability!"
As soon as Phillips finished speaking, the satellite phone in John's hand suddenly rang again. John lowered his head and glanced at the screen on the phone. He said with some confusion: "It's the phone number of Yamaguchi Security Boss Kuroda. He called at this time."
What to do?"
"Answer!" Phillips said immediately with a roll of his eyes. John answered the phone and said in Y language: "I'm John." Kuroda's unceremonious voice immediately came from the phone: "John, I'm from Yamaguchi Security
Kuroda, is Phillips with you?"
Kuroda's voice was loud and his tone was extremely irritable. When Phillips heard Kuroda's words in Y language, he immediately raised his hand and said to John: "Bring it here!" John quickly handed over the phone.
Phillips took the phone, pressed the hands-free button and put it on the coffee table. He said to the phone: "Kuroda, this is Phillips. If you need something, please tell me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kuroda's irritable voice sounded: "Phillips, you Red Fox have never been involved in the drug business. What is going on between you and Dickon? How did that batch of drugs suddenly disappear?"
When Phillips heard Kuroda's roar, he rolled his eyes and immediately understood that the boss behind Dickon, the drug cartel, was probably Kuroda, the boss of Yamaguchi Security!
He then pretended not to know anything about the phone and said coldly: "Kuroda, what does my business with Dikang have to do with you? You are meddling in other people's business. What are you and I doing in such a rage? I, Red Fox,