Dick glanced at the butler and smiled slightly: "You can't say this, Paris is, after all, ahem, she is also the hostess of the Hilton Hotel. If something happened to her here, we would have known it.
Tell me, I don't know."
"But, now we don't even have the chance to push. Salina is from the CIA. She personally informed us of the Ford family of this news. If we dodge, outsiders will think that we were kidnapped.
Kill, kidnapping Paris is not good for the family, cough cough cough” Just after saying a sentence, Dick kept coughing.
The housekeeper hurriedly patted his chest and said, "Young Master, it's all my fault for being too talkative. You'd better stop talking. Come on, drink a little water!"
Dick took two sips of water gently before waving his hands here and said, "I'm fine. I'm a little cough here, I can't die." After saying that, his handsome face turned red and worried.
Dick's disease is congenital. Although the United States has the most advanced medical equipment in the world, his father took him to see all the experts and professors in the United States and used all the best medicines in the world.
, and still fail to achieve results.
Sometimes, his cough will be lighter, but after a while, it will become the same again and even become more severe. Because the medicines he takes mostly have side effects, their medicines
The more obvious the effect, the greater the side effects!
However, it was like drinking poison to quench thirst. I knew that what I did here was not a solution, but the heart-wrenching feeling of coughing was not something that anyone could bear.
"Young master, why don't you use some medicine? Coughing like this is not a solution here!" The housekeeper reached out and took out the small bottle in his pocket, which contained the cough-relieving medicines that Dick had always prepared.
"No!" Of course Dick knew the consequences of taking medicine, so when it was not necessary, he would try his best to fight against the torture pain here. Taking a deep breath, Dick slowly stood up straight
Although his body still coughed a few times from time to time, under his deliberate control, the frequency was much lower than before.
This time he fought for his father. He was so frustrated at home, especially in the current downturn in the family economy. He knew that there were so many things to deal with in the family, but as Ford
The family's heir could not share the family's worries, which made him feel very depressed.
Of course, his father knew a little about this, so he did not refuse with him. Anyway, they saved Paris here only to show the attitude of the Ford family. As for whether people can be saved, it is not their concern.
I care about it.
Of course it is good that people can be rescued. From then on, Paris is afraid that he will owe him a favor. But it doesn’t matter if she can’t save her. This is because she is not doing this. Anyway, the matter is not done by their family, so what if he cares about it?
But Dick didn't think so. He wanted to save Paris alive. This way his family could naturally avoid many troubles and questions! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his head and looked at the parking lot with worry.
At this moment, fierce gunfire was coming from the inside!
Bill leaned against the car with a big head, and the car behind him was beaten up.
"Aim for me and then hit me!" Bill stood up suddenly, and shot two beautiful shots in his hand. Then he hurriedly slammed down, bent down and ran towards another car.
Just now, he took more than 40 people and rushed in with more than a dozen cars. After learning from the last lesson, he did not go deeper here, but quickly crossed the cars into two rows, used as bunkers, and followed them.
The other party takes a gunfight.
But I didn't expect that the other party's strength was far beyond his imagination. There were more than a dozen cars, and as soon as they got up, three drivers were named, and the whole group arched to a pillar or a wall in the distance, and more than a dozen brothers were here.
Those who die like this will die, those who are injured will lose their combat ability.
This is not counting. The gunfight between the two sides has just begun. With his advantage in shooting skills, Shi Yin killed more than a dozen of his brothers in one go, but they only suffered seven or eight people.
This annoyed Bill, but he was targeted by the other party as soon as he showed his power. If he hadn't been hiding quickly, he might have turned into a corpse like those dead guys.
In this way, Bill and the others were at an absolute disadvantage. The only one who could be shot with a good shot was also stared at by the other party so hard that it was difficult to play a role, but the other party was all a sharpshooter.
"Captain, where did these grandchildren come from here? Ah? Did they live on the battlefield every day? The shots of the dog are one, and the brothers can't stand it!" One of Bill's subordinates just fired a shot.
, the hair was swept off by someone's bullets, which scared him so much that he could not even hold the gun.
"You have to bear it even if you can't stand it. Young Master is watching us outside. I've lost someone for you. If you don't get beaten to death, I'll kill you myself!" Bill snorted coldly and picked up the
A sniper rifle slowly stretched out from behind the wheel.
He knew that there was a sniper among the other party. Here he would be a mantis stalking the cicada oriole behind. The black muzzle slowly stretched outwards, and Bill held his breath. Suddenly, his
The eyes lit up: "Where is the pillar?"
Bang, the gunshots started to sound, Bill snorted, and the gun in his hand was thrown away involuntarily. He covered the wound on his shoulder with one hand, clenched the steel teeth, and the iron tower seemed to tremble violently due to the pain.
"Captain! His grandma, I've fought for you!" The boy who had just spoken roared and rushed up suddenly. Dada, the submachine gun kept spraying out anger. As the saying goes, kill the master with random punches to death.
, , random guns, haha, there are so many bullets flying out here, and there may be one that will hit the enemy's temple.
Sure enough, an unlucky Vietnamese boy twitched silently and fell to the ground, staring wide, and another hugged his shoulders and sat down with a muffled groan, obviously seriously injured.
"Captain, I killed one, injured one, I"
"Squat down!" Bill's eyes were almost glaring. He hurriedly reached out to pull him down, but it was too late. With a bang, it seemed like a watermelon hit, blood and white.
His brain was falling down like this. He didn't even have time to leave a last word, and half of his head was blown away by a sniper rifle!
The cobra hiding behind the pillar curled his mouth and showed a contemptuous sneer: "I don't know how the so-called guy actually played sniper with me?" After saying that, he rolled nimblely, hid behind a car, and then passed by himself
The circular position went around to the other side.
Then, while his companions suppressed the other party with firepower, he easily hid behind another pillar like a light raccoon cat and gently filled the bullets.
"Charles, Charles" Bill stared at the subordinate who was complaining to him just now. In a blink of an eye, it had turned into a cold corpse, and tears could not help but leave in the tiger's eyes.
Sometimes death is so simple here. A bullet, in the blink of an eye, a person is gone.
Bill looked at the body that had been left behind by his side, and his eyes gradually turned blood red. Just now, more than a dozen cars rushed in. Before the car could stop, he rolled out alone:
"Bill, how about it, Master, let me support you."
"I'm fine!" Bill slowly turned his head, took the gun, and looked calm, but the murderous aura on his body was like a fierce beast, piled up thicker and thicker, like dark clouds in the sky, dull accumulation of storms!
Revenge has become his only thought at this time.
"Bill, don't do anything random!" The person who came was a black man with a big nose, his thick shoulders were like every black man, a little obese. He was Bill's deputy, Thomson.
Thomson grabbed Bill's wrist and shouted: "We can't fight with them. They are from the Vietnamese gang. They either have experienced war or have changed their life and death on the battlefield of mercenaries. In terms of marksmanship, we cannot compare
Now, our only chance is to get close to them, push the car forward, get close to them. As long as we can suppress their firepower head-on, our people will drive in continuously, and then he will die
Definitely, man, believe me, God and victory are here on our heads, believe me!"
The madness in Bill's eyes gradually calmed down, and he glanced at Thomson with some suspicion: "Is this OK?"
"Hey man, you should be detailed with me. If you don't want more people to die, cheer up and do what I said!" Thomson got up and started pushing the cart. Bill hurriedly stood up as soon as he saw it. Others
People followed suit.
The ding-dangling bullet hit the car, as if it was a blacksmith. Bill lowered his head and tried hard, and said in a deep voice: "Thomson, you should remind the young master to prevent these people from forcibly rushing out. If the young master is injured,
Then we are all sinners who will never be redeemed for a hundred deaths!"
"Don't worry, the young master has been ready. At the beginning, the young master brought two hundred people, and we still felt that it was a big deal. Now we realized that the young master had long expected the difficulty of these people here. Hi, Bill, you said these here
Are all Eastern monkeys quite difficult?” Thomson has always maintained his American optimism even here.
"Hmph, I will break their throats one by one!" A cold murderous intent flashed in Bill's eyes, and his aura was a little stronger than before.
Outside, Dick quietly looked at the entrance of the parking lot, except for a flash of worry in his eyes, there was nothing strange on his face.
He transferred more than a hundred men and arranged them at three entrances in the parking lot. The roads entering and leaving were blocked with cars. Unless the Vietnamese monkeys could fly, they would have the only result of being wiped out by themselves.
, If there were too many casualties and injuries for this, it was not what he wanted to see.
Just as he was wondering whether he was risking Paris's life to temporarily postpone the attack, the butler suddenly whispered: "Young Master, Mr. Bayonet from Huaxing Society is here!"