A strong aroma wafts in, even from three steps away, the aroma of shrimp, squid, and clams is mixed with the strong smoky smell of ham and the faint milky aroma of mozzarella cheese.
"Hell it's really pizza."
The mustache glanced sideways at the big blond man, "It seems that we are suspicious." ” "I can not take your money" Obviously, the courier brother sees these people as villains who eat overlord meals.
"Hey boy thinks of us as something" Mustache was a little upset, treating him like those street gangsters, which was a shame for him, "Come here, do you think I look like the kind of person who eats pizza and doesn't pay" The delivery boy trembled and moved over with the big pizza in his hand, walked to the door, and shrunk his head to look at the mustache and the big man's hand with the gun.
The mustache took out a bill of one hundred francs from his pocket, sandwiched it between his fingers, and shook his hand at the takeaway boy: "Take it, we won't eat the overlord meal as a tip" Before he finished speaking, a dull sound of air currents sounded. burst A small hole appeared in the center of the mustache's eyebrows, and a bullet passed through his forehead bone, directly through the brain tissue, and removed a bowl-sized skull.
The mustache's corpse fell straight back, thudding against the metal floor of the box cart.
At this moment, the takeaway boy has completely lost the atrophy he trembled just now, and he is completely like two people, like a tiger that has woken up from sleep.
The big man's eyes suddenly became round, and the large-caliber Colt 1911A1 pistol in his hand had just been raised in front of him, but he saw a small ball of fire burst out from under the bottom of the pizza box under the dim street lamp, and a pistol with a silencer spewed out deadly sparks. burst The big man also bounced in the middle of his eyebrows, and the man slammed into the board of the carriage and never moved again.
Almost at the same time as the gunshot rang out, the thin man wearing the monitoring headphones in the carriage did not take off the headphones, and directly drew the gun and pounced forward, firing three shots at the takeaway boy in an instant.
Plop pounce The same pistols with silencers, operating around Paris, the guys fully thought about how to reduce the impact.
The figure of the courier boy flashed into the side of the door, and the bullet hit the door, piercing three small holes, and continued to shoot into his body.
"Hiss" The takeaway boy gasped, his pupils glowed with a magnificent red, and his strength suddenly increased He galloped like the wind, rushed to the door, and fired continuously on the aluminum alloy door panel.
The special steel core bullets in the magazine pierced through the iron door and shot blindly at the thin man's body, and the powerful impact knocked him to the ground.
The takeaway kid jumped into the carriage while changing the magazine, basically without any pause, and his movements were smooth and smooth, like a rabbit, completely in the style of a top killer.
In less than a second, the magazine was replaced, and the thin man struggled to get up in the carriage, and as soon as he was half straightened, he was greeted by a raindrop of bullets.
Plop pounce He was hit hard in the head and slammed into the car.
The delivery boy emptied the magazine again, and the bullets all tilted at the skinny head until it shot him into a rotten watermelon.
It's another high-reload, the takeaway kid is like all top killers, no matter whether the target is shot to the end, or how many life characteristics there are, as long as the order is to kill, then the other party must die.
Plop pounce The fire in the carriage flickered, as if it was setting off festive fireworks, and it was clearly extinguished.
It lasted for ten seconds, there were three more magazines on the floor of the carriage, and the takeaway boy shot more than a dozen shots at each person.
He received information that the guys were from one of Europe's top killer groups, codenamed "Blood Skeletons".
This killer organization generally contacts the top tasks in the industry, the fees are extremely high, and the members of the organization are less than 100 people, but everyone is a good hand, and all of them are industry elites.
What's more, some of these people are not ordinary humans at all, their ancestors belong to a distant race, they worship the devil, so they call themselves "demons".
The demons once belonged to the same ancient humans as the Moriads, and once occupied a lot of territory, representing the dark side of the light world, and Moriah has been in a state of hostility for a long time, they established a dark market, engaged in appalling and some extremely unethical transactions, and united various branches in the dark market to form a huge black market alliance, extremely bloodthirsty, and cruel and warlike, and then was sealed in the underground city of the dark world by the Moria and the Atlanteans.
Thousands of years ago, the demons found a chance to return to the world, but they were not suppressed by the Moria, and were finally driven back to the underground dark world, and only a small number of clansmen escaped and have been hiding incognito in different parts of the world.
After the First World War, these demons regrouped together and established the "Blood Skeleton" assassination organization, which has been active in Europe, because the alliance between Moria and the Atlantes has long been broken and has been in a state of hostility, so the "Blood Skeleton" has been pursuing a creed and waiting for the opportunity to lift the seal controlled by these two secret forces, and welcome the clan and their demon god Satan back to the world of light.
However, although Moria and the Atlanteans fought to the death, few people dared to cross the thunder pool and unite with the demons in the underground dark world to deal with the other side, and everyone knew what the consequences would be if these bloody guys returned to the human world.
Seeing that the heads of the three members of the "Blood Skull" were all smashed into rotten watermelons by himself, the delivery boy finally breathed a sigh of relief, and came to the surveillance screen, he looked at all the probes, and then pressed the microphone hidden under his clothes.
"I've got it done here, No. 2 and No. 3, please report back on your situation."
"Position 2, done" "Number 3, it's done, but we lost one person" Heavy breathing came from the microphone, it seemed that these people were all injured, and the "blood skeleton" was really difficult to deal with.
The courier brother breathed a sigh of relief, a piercing pain came, he lowered his head, and now there were three blood holes on his body, and blood was flowing from it.
He is well aware of his physical strength, able to penetrate his bones and shoot into his organs, and the bullets in the guns of the "Blood Skull" members are also specially crafted. burst Five bloody spikes suddenly pierced the delivery boy's body from behind, piercing through the front chest, a full thirty centimeters.
His eyes widened, barely believing his eyes.
Every member of the "Blood Skull" in the car had been shot by himself at least a dozen times, and all of them were shot in the head, and no one was even killed.
"How is that possible" he opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood poured out of his throat and sprayed it on the console
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